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"I just woke up. I haven't had my coffee. And I'm hungry. So hold your horses until I'm functioning."
Jill was a little shocked by the pushback. Sheila had never been one to do that. She had always been compliant, always eager to do whatever was suggested by leaders of the church. So she watched in silence as Sheila puttered around the kitchen making her breakfast.
"Want some?" Sheila asked.
"Sure" Jill replied.
"Anything special?"
"No, whatever you make will be fine."
When Sheila finished preparing the food, she sat with Jill while they ate without conversation. When they were done and the dishes cleared, Sheila returned to the table.
"OK. What do you want to know?"
"Things went off track last night. Your actions surprised people. It was out of character. I just wanted to know what went wrong with you."
"Nothing went wrong with me" Sheila replied. There was a hint annoyance in her voice. "I got tired of people shoving me in a direction I didn't want to go. They were dragging me around, showing me examples of people using power for sexual dominance.
They foisted off on me some poor girl, whose name I don't even know, trying to make her my submissive or sex slave or something. I don't really know what. Power is an amazing sexual stimulant, if you are into that sort of thing. And for a moment I almost went for a swim in that pool.
But it is not who I am. Oh, I can play that game for the benefit of others. I have done so many times in the last year while ministering love to members of the church. But I do it because that is what they need, not what I need. Like faking an orgasm to save someone's ego.
But I will not be forced to go where I don't want to go. I keep hearing how I am supposed to have so much authority because I am a Mary. How I can tell people to do whatever I want them to do. I can have any sex partner I want. If I want a cock that is married to some other woman, that doesn't matter. I can just take him, fuck him any way I please. I can order her to watch if I like.
Same for the wife. If I want some pussy, just take it. Order any woman in the church to my bed. Use her. Share her with anyone I wish. The unattached are just that much easier.
I got to that door and realized that whatever was in there, I wasn't interested. It was just going to be more of the same. Just worse. I didn't know what it would be, but I was sure I wouldn't like it.
So I am supposed to have all of this power to order people about. Well, I was fed up with all of the pushing and shoving and I decided to find out if this power was real or not. Was it just smoke blown up my ass, or would people really jump?
So I just walked out. Fuck 'em. I was just pissed off with what they were trying to do to me. To coin a phrase, I was mad as hell and I wasn't taking it anymore."
"Oh." Jill had nothing to say.
Chapter 13 – Arriving at the Destination
"She's ready" Jill spoke into the telephone receiver.
"Who's ready? And for what?" came the tinny reply.
"Sheila. She is ready for Magdalene. Last night they made a mistake. They tried to push her down a path to make her manifest Magdalene in a way they desired her to be. But she is stronger than any of us realized and she just bolted.
She came out as a strong and very angry Mary. She just bulldozed over anyone standing in her way. It was earlier than we expected, and different than we wanted, but here we are.
We need to bring her to Magdalene as soon as possible. If we don't get her redirected form her current anger state, we may lose her altogether and so much work will be for nothing."
"OK. When should we set it up?" the earpiece sounded.
"This weekend. We should be able to have everyone there. But you must make the presentation. I don't think she will hear it from anyone other than you."
"You have been a long time in preparation for this new chapter in your life. The episode this week showed us that you are ready. I think maybe you have been ready for a while and we just missed it.
You have been a practicing lay minister in this church. You have been serving an apprenticeship ministering to people's spiritual, emotional and physical needs. Often, through acts of sexual kindness.
Although sex may have been the medium through which your ministry was delivered, it is the unseen spiritual energy you gave to them which is the real substance of your action. You gave to them comfort and care from God. And as is common in ministry, you have also received back from what you have done.
Many people who go out to give of themselves to the poor, and not just the materially poor, are surprised to find that they feel like they receive back much more spiritual fulfillment than they give. I have heard that you have expressed this thought with several others. Is this true?"
"Yes" Sheila replied.
"Did you enjoy the sexuality you shared with them? Did you receive physical and emotional, even spiritual energies and pleasure?"
"Most of the time." Sheila thought about those few times when she just had not been able to make that 'connection' with the people she had been with.
"And what happened when you didn't enjoy the moment?"
"I just followed through anyway. I figured that this was not about me. I had gone to them to meet their need, not have mine fulfilled. So I was there to minister to them and my feelings were not really relevant."
"So you have sex with people for whom you had no feelings?"
"It's not that I had no feelings for them. It was just that there was not the connection that helped me receive back from the experience. So I gave to them as best I could. It was a one-way street. But I didn't feel bad about it. Like I said, it was about them, not me."
'Mom' Baylor contemplated the words she was hearing from Sheila. The sincerity of her thoughts. The passion with which she ministered. The purity, even innocence, with which she gave herself to others. Mom realized that if the House of Love, meaning herself and the others leaders, handled this girl right, Sheila would be the greatest Magdalene they had ever seen. Demand for her services would skyrocket out of sight. They were going to make a lot of money.
"Well, I am certainly impressed with your maturity. You have come to see the nature of ministry without having been directly taught these things by anyone else. It strongly confirms that we made the right choice with you.
It also means that we are right in our assessment that it is time for you to move forward. What you have been doing so far in your ministry is what we call 'inreach.' That is, you have been reaching in to the church and ministering exclusive to the already established church family. Now it is time for you to shift focus and begin 'outreach.'
Any church that is exclusively ministering to itself is not fulfilling its purpose. The mission of the church is to share love with those outside of itself. What I am proposing is that you quit your job and begin doing this full time. You will not be doing ministry any differently than you are now, but you will make your living from it just as do most pastors in any church."
"How does that work? Sheila asked. "Do I become an employee of the church?"
"No, you work independently of the church. There is no official link between your new ministry and the House of Love. Here is how it works. We will set up your new 'counseling' ministry as a business. We know the correct lawyers, accountants and others who will do everything for you. You don't have to do anything.
It is very, very important that things be run correctly. Everything has to appear to be above board. And it will. All except the exact nature of your 'counseling'.
The state and federal taxing agencies don't care how you earn your money as long as you pay taxes on it. Your accountant will be very conservative and pay everything the IRS demands. No fancy tax shelters or dicey schemes. No reason to raise red flags and invite an audit.
The only place where anyone would object to your ministry would be local, and I assure you that the local law enforcement will have no interest in your activities. There are ignorant and prejudiced people who would try to make trouble if our secret knowledge became public. We talked about that issue a long time ago. Yes?"
"Yes, we did" Sheila stated. "I understand that some of the teachings of the House of Love are very advanced, and only special people can be trusted with them. If people who don't understand what real spirituality is all about heard them, they would become confused and maybe try to make trouble."
"Good. You understand then why there can be no official connection. We will also set you up with a scheduler. She will act as your assistant in administration and scheduling your appointments. One reason that you should allow her to do this is that she is familiar with the people with whom you should be making appointments with, and whom you should not. Your ministry will be by referral only. And in the beginning, will only be with people who we know firsthand.
You may have surmised that what we are talking about is the ministry of Magdalene. Congratulations, you have arrived. This is the highest ministry of the church. The only person here that has more honor or authority is myself."
"What about 'Dad'? I thought he was the head of the church" Sheila commented.
"Now that you are Magdalene, there are many new things that you will learn. Just as it has been since you joined. Spiritual maturity brings increased knowledge. It also brings increasingly important ministry functions and responsibilities. And greater privilege.
My husband is the figurehead that society expects. He plays the role I assign him, just as he has always done since the time we made a deal so long ago. I wanted my Daddy's babies and I needed a man to be my figurehead husband. The fact that he was sterile just made everything better.
My real husband was always Daddy. So Tom and I get along just fine, as long as he knows his place. And I assure you that he knows his place. A few times he tried to rise above and he found out just how painful that can be.
But we are digressing. Let's focus on Magdalene. You know who she was?"
"Yes, I learned about her in Sunday School. She was a prostitute that was converted." Sheila replied.
"Well, there is more to the story than that. First, prostitute is such an ugly word. She was a woman who was feeding herself the only way she knew how. In that society, if you did not have a man to take care of you, father, husband or brother, there was no way to make a living. You would be destitute. Living on the streets subject to every thug, disease, or horror that came marching down the road.
Then she met the son of Mary. He gave her dignity and respect. I cannot tell you how much that would have changed her life. She loved him. He became the means which lifted her out of the abject misery of her life.
But Magdalene had no way to repay what he had done for her. She had no skill with which to make a living, except that skill she already possessed.
He had filled her with self-respect, by accepting her for who she was. He had given her spiritual life and a connection with the infinite she had never thought possible. What could she do? What she had always done, but now with a new divine purpose.
It was no longer about sex. Now, it was about ministering to others the way he had ministered to her. She sought to pass along the spiritual healing he had given her. It also gave her the means to support his ministry. Magdalene became a minister to others of what he had ministered to her. And she could give back financially for what he had given her spiritually.
Most people don't realize that his ministry was supported mainly by women. In Luke chapter eight, there are listed three women who were supporting his ministry financially. Magdalene is one of the three.
This is the ministry we are all convinced that you are called to. Ministering the love and healing he gave to her two thousand years ago. Passing it along to others in need the same way she did so successfully. Meeting spiritual needs through physical ministry."
There was silence. Sheila was contemplating all of this new information. The profound changes that would be taking place. It was a whole new world. But one of exciting opportunities. She could be a real minister, actually helping people who desperately needed it. Giving out the love and spiritual healing that she had received from the House of Love. How appropriately the church had been named.
Sheila answered the unasked question. "Yes."
"I am so proud of you. This is a big step. But we all know that you are up to the challenge. Now that you have accepted the position, there is more I need to tell you. Jill is also a Magdalene. I know she always told you that she was in 'Marketing'. In a way she is, but not for what most people assume. This ruse was necessary until you were ready to learn the truth.
Jill was the first to recognize your potential. She brought you to my attention and has been involved in your training at every step. She is also going to be your mentor. In the beginning, you will have no appointments except those with whom Jill has already ministered.
She will be able to give you all of the inside information on who, what and where. Also, most importantly, she knows how each is to be ministered to. What they like or don't, all of their preferences. This is vital to your success in this ministry. If you are ready, we can get started.
And first thing in the morning, give your notice at work. If they treat you badly, just walk out. You will never need them again."
Jill took Sheila shopping. She was going to need a whole new kind of wardrobe. Jill chose out for her dresses that were elegant yet sexy to the point of being provocative. They announced sex, but never crossed the imaginary line into the unacceptable as defined by the upper elements of society.
Under garments were scandalous. Totally sexual, designed to arouse and invite. Once the outer dress was removed, pretense was no longer necessary.
"Who is going to pay for all of this?" Sheila asked.
"You are." Jill replied. "Your business has established credit, so don't worry about it. Everything is charged to the business. Your accountant will sort out what is personal and what is business expense. They also pay all of the bills.
You can afford it. You will soon be making more money than you ever thought possible. But don't go crazy. Just because you can buy something, doesn't mean it is smart to do so. You need to keep low key. Don't be conspicuous. Don't attract unnecessary attention.
I can afford a much larger house than we have. But I stay in a middle class house in an unmemorable neighborhood. I could buy a Roll Royce, but that would be stupid. It attracts unwanted questions. It starts people thinking about how much money I have and where it might come from. It also brings very unwanted attention to those to whom we minister. No one around here wants to explain why they had a visitor who drives one parked at their house.
One more thing. We are being modest in how much we are buying right now. You have made no money yet, and the bills will come due. Also, at first, the people to whom you will be ministering will not be paying you for your services. They will be highly placed 'friends' of the House of Love. People who know us and protect us from the ignorant who would not understand the deeper truths we practice. We minister to them without cost because of the gratitude we feel for their concern for us."
She was a beautiful, elegant young woman. She wore a blouse, deeply plunging which showed off her ample cleavage. There was no undergarment as Sheila observed her breasts swaying under the silk. Nipples made hard by the gently caressing material.
The skirt was very short, but not unacceptable for public wear. Just this side of the line of what was not allowed. Much the same as Jill had picked out for her. It was tight with no panty line. Sheila guessed that the girl's pussy was as unfettered as her breasts. An invitation.
The sex in motion moved closer. She pressed herself to Sheila allowing her to feel the crush of breasts and the heat of desire emanating from between her legs. Full wet lips caressed hers in a supremely sensual expression of need. Tongues danced together.
"I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you at the club. Mom does too, but she couldn't be here tonight. So it's just Daddy and me tonight. I do believe that we will be enough for you. You can do Mommy some other time."
Sheila knew the girl by sight. She and her mother had been pointed out to her by Jenna. The daughter of the County Sherriff. Mom was not here, but the Sherriff was. Sheila first ministry assignment was with this Father/Daughter team.
The young woman took Sheila's hand and directed it up under her skirt. There was a bit of shock as Sheila realized that the woman's pussy was shaved bare. Not that she had not heard of that kind of thing before, but at that time it was not common. It was new, just now showing up in skin magazines and porn.
The girl noted Sheila's surprise. "That's the way Daddy likes it; bare, naked, innocent. Do you feel how wet I am? I am soaked thinking about you. I want to fuck you and I get you first. Daddy can watch. Then he gets a turn when I'm done. You won't mind if I let him do me too, will you? After all, I was told you understand just how good daddyfucks can be."
In the month that followed, Sheila had virtual tour of local law enforcement. City Chief of Police, Council members, County Board of Commissioners, several Judges, even a State Senator. With the officials, were a variety of family members, girlfriends, colleagues, invited guests. In one instance, even a boyfriend. Sheila had wondered what the wife thought about that.
And of course, with that menagerie, every possible permutation of combinations of relatives, genders, friends. Sheila kept notes on it all in her little black book. Phone numbers, after action reports, preferences, and anything else she could think of. Trivial or not, it was all recorded. Sheila did not know what information would be important in the future so she kept it all. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.
In all of this, she was guided by 'Mom', Jill, and the other Magdalenes. Jenna showed up on occasion and offered her advice. She wasn't a Magdalene, but then she didn't need to be.
The money finally started to roll in. It was just as Jill had said, more than she ever thought possible. Of course, there was a generous tithe to the church. 'Mom', got a cut, Mike and Jill also. Then her scheduler, accountants, lawyers, etc. all had their fees paid.
After her expenses, Sheila was very lucky that she got to actually keep half of the gross. But that half was enough to allow her to buy a modest, median priced, three-bedroom house for cash by the end of the first year. If she chose to do so.
"So do you think you will buy something soon?" Jill asked.
"If you and Mike don't mind, I would like to just keep on living here for a while. I like being here and I feel close to you both. Of course, it has nothing to do with the great sex! I am still in love with Mike's big cock in my pussy and ass. And this one particular cunt I slurp, making me come every time. Especially if it's batter filled."
Jill agreed. "Oh, yes. And I do love the way you slurp it. We do enjoy you being here. It is convenient when we are called out on ministry together. Plus, a lot of fun when we come back home and double team Mike. You know how he loves to hear about the details of our ministry adventures while we fuck."
"God, he gets so hard when you describe how some guy fucked you." Sheila said.
Jill paused for a moment. "But sometime you will need to get out on your own. Or maybe share a place with someone. Not that we want you to leave, but there are others like you were who need our help."
"I know. I can't stay here forever. But I would like to as long as I can. In addition to being fun, it helps me save up money so I can buy with cash. If I try to finance, a lot of questions get asked that I don't want to answer."
"Don't worry about that. Next week I have a repeat that wants me to bring a second. Which will be you. And he is a bank president. So don't worry about finance, you will get whatever loan you want."
"That little bitch is making more money than we thought possible. Fuck! The money is pouring in. Her cunt is making us rich. We knew she would be popular, but I never imagined. She is doing three call outs almost every day. I've seen her do five in a day once. How the hell does her ass take that kind of pounding?"
"Well, 'Mom', she is young and utterly convinced of the necessity of her ministry. She believes that people need what she offers. Her physical ministry is what she lives for and no sacrifice is too great to meet the spiritual needs of the people."
"She still believes that shit?"
"Sheila is a true believer. We conditioned her mind and thinking very well. She was alone, vulnerable and we exploited that weakness to the fullest. You know how this works. We shaped a strong paradigm and every event she experiences is filtered through, and interpreted by that paradigm. Anything that doesn't fit her beliefs is ignored or explained away.
Who knows how long it will last? It could last a life time if we don't fuck up and present her with something that will break the circular logic of her thoughts. That slut fucks like a rabbit because she believes God wants her to. And I hope she continues to do so. Because she is raking in more than any three of us combined.
People want to fuck that sweet, innocent young girl. She is so sincere in her approach with people. We have raised her prices five times this year and no one has balked yet. Obviously we started too low, but who knew? There has got to be an upper limit on what people will pay to stick a cock in her, but we haven't found it yet.
And it is not just the men. Female executives are also paying top dollar. That, maybe I can understand because the little whore definitely slurps my cunt real good."
Sheila chose to stay with Jill and Mike. Mike and Jill didn't press the issue, because they wanted to keep a close eye on Sheila to monitor her thinking. They knew the longer she operated under the beliefs that were driving her, the more they were reinforced and the harder they were to break. So inertia kept her there.
Sheila thought about her decision to stay with them often, in light of events that followed. How different things might have turned out if she had moved out of that house. Her whole future may have been different, if she had not seen what she did.
Sheila came home from a long exhausting day. She thought about those she had been with. She had ministered to a middle aged woman, an executive with some company or other.
"Which company?" Sheila mused. "Too tired to remember, but it doesn't matter. I have it all written down in my little black book. Along with what size strapon she preferred for me to use when I fuck her. She liked the same one for both pussy and ass. I am sure she is going to be a regular.
Then my second of the day was a mother/son threesome. Don't do a lot of those, but they are more common than people think. Funny, I ministered to the husband/father two days ago. So now I've done the whole family. Except for the daughter at college. The mom says she is coming home soon and she will be calling me. Wonder if they all know about each other. Not my problem.
Third was a married couple who wanted a third for her. Him too, but mostly for her. Nothing unusual."
Sheila had come in through the back door as was usual for her. The front door was used almost exclusively by guest. The garage and resident parking was accessed from the alley.
"I wonder who Mike and Sheila are entertaining?" Sheila silently asked herself. Her curiosity was peaked. "I think I'll just poke my head in and see."
As she entered the living area, she stepped into the space between the couch and the TV. Mike was on lying on his side on the couch. Naked. With a young girl stretched out alongside him with her back pressed against him. The girl's legs were parted and Sheila could see Mike's hard cock poking up between her legs.
The girl was partially clothed. Blouse open, Mike was caressing her small breasts. Cute, perky. His other hand was busy down below. Fingering her ass, Sheila believed. Couldn't really tell because Jill's head was in the way. Eating pussy? But the motion was all wrong.
Sheila focused on the girl's face. It seemed familiar somehow.
"I know this girl." Sheila thought. "But I can't remember for where. She looks so familiar. I know I know her."
It took a moment, but it finally came to Sheila. "She looks just like Billy. This has got to be Billy's sister. I never knew he had a sister."
Sheila refocused on Jill. Her head was on an upstroke when Sheila saw the explanation. Jill's head motion was all wrong because she wasn't eating pussy. She was sucking the girl's cock.
"What the fuck? A girl with a cock? Billy's sister has a cock?"
It was then that it dawned on Sheila that this was not Billy's sister. It was Billy. With long hair. With a cute face and makeup on. With tits.
"Oh. My. God."
"Did I say that out loud?" Sheila thought. Yes, she had.
Mike looked up at her. "Hey, baby. Do you remember Billy? Well, of course, these days we spell it B-i-l-l-i-e. I'm just about to give her a good fuck up the ass. Wanna watch"?
Mike's words were a little slow in coming. They were not slurred, but almost sing song. Mike was high somehow. Not drunk. Sheila knew drunk. The smell. It was the smell that gave it away. They were smoking Mary Jane.
That's what one of her ministerial charges had called it when it was offered to her. Sheila had refused. Her client had also informed Sheila that they used the weed to smooth out the other drug they were taking. Sheila didn't remember what they had called it, some street name anyway.
Drugs had been around for a long time. But they became more readily available and popular as the Sixties turned into the Seventies. Most people knew something about them, but they were not commonly in use with the crowd Sheila hung with. But there were more people experimenting all the time.
What Sheila did remember from the encounter was that the people who were high that way couldn't shut up. They babbled on about all sorts of things, even personal things that would have been better not said. But they did anyway, Sheila supposed, because of the effects of whatever they were on. Sheila didn't really mind, although it was somewhat annoying. More information for her black book.
Mike started to speak again. "You remember the first night you came to House of Love? You said that you were looking for Billy. But Jill and I got you first. Billy tried to move in, but we blocked him and took you for ourselves.
But once you left, we went back and found Billy. Jill kissed him and stroked his cock through his pants, and that was all it took. He was in love with her and would do anything she wanted, so we brought him home.
Not for her, but for me. I knew what he really wanted, but wouldn't admit to himself. Jill opened her blouse for him. Showed him her luscious tits, but told him that if he wanted more, he had to do more. He had to please her husband. Me.
So I fucked his cherry ass. God, I love fucking boys and girls right up the ass. Just like I did you, baby. Great thing about assholes, everybody's got one. Doesn't matter man or woman. Doesn't matter to me either. Everyone can give me what I like.
Jill sucked him off, filled her mouth with his cum. I filled his ass with mine. So many times that night. But he would do anything for Jill. Just to touch her. Just to suck those hard nipples."
Jill interrupted with a laugh. "Yeah, Billy would do whatever I wanted. Still does, even though he now belongs to Mike. We made a project out of him. Taken us over a year, but we got him on estrogen therapy. I have a Doctor as a regular customer. He'll do whatever I want also. I totally dominate him when we fuck."
Mike started up again. Just couldn't shut up. "Now he has a nice set of small tits and an ass that begs for cock. Do you know how much certain men will pay to fuck a boy like this? Well, not as much as people pay to fuck your whore ass, but still plenty. Yes, 'Billie' is just what some people want. We're gonna' make a lot of money out of this bitch."
"Whoo-who!" Jill was laughing again. "You know what this little faggot did for me two months ago? He gave me his balls. Because he loves me. I told Him that I wanted to castrate him and if he really loved me he would do this for me. Told him that he was never going to need them again anyway and losing them would help speed up his transformation to what God really wanted him to be.
So I took 'em. Sliced them right off myself. Of course, our good Doctor supervised. He loves fucking Billie's ass almost as much as Mike does. Don't you just love the new Billie?"
Sheila thought she was going to puke right there on the floor. She turned and almost ran out of the room. Grabbing her keys, she went out the back door, got into her car and drove to a nearby hotel. They had a room available for her. They always had a room available for her. She had an account.
Entering the room, she stripped off her clothes and took a long hot shower. As hot as she could stand. She felt so dirty. And then she began to cry. Sobs racked her body. She couldn't catch her breath. Her grief was such that she was almost mindless. Rational thoughts fled. There were just the overwhelming emotions of loss. Pain. Grief. Regret.
Good thing hotels supply endless hot water. Never run out. Sheila was in there a long time.
When the emotional storm abated, Sheila began to think. To try to make sense of what she had heard and seen and learned. The paradigm had shattered into a million pieces. This was never going to be put back together again. Comparatively, Humpty Dumpty was a piece of cake.
"They took Billy and used him. Like a piece of meat. Just a thing to pleasure Mike's lust for fucking ass. And Jill was the one who made it possible. She promised him he could be with a woman. Like he wanted to be with me. But she made him into Mike's play toy. Now he is going to be a whore. So that they can make money off of him. They don't care about him. He is just a thing to them. Something to be sold. Something to be exploited. Something to be fucked.
Just. Like. Me.
I'm a whore. I'm not a minister. I'm a prostitute who sells her body for money. And they convinced me. They lied. They lied to me and they told me this was what God wanted. May they burn in the lowest depths of Hell for ever. How could I have believed them? How the hell do I get out?
I must be very careful. They have the whole city and county legal system behind them. Maybe the whole state. Very powerful people. Very rich people. I could simply disappear if someone thought I was a threat. How stupid could I be? Who can I depend on?"
Then Sheila thought of the one person.
Early the next afternoon, Sheila slowly drove back home to Mike and Jill's. She quietly entered, making as little noise as she could. As she entered, she heard Jill's voice ring out.
"Hey, baby. Is that you? Did you have an all-nighter? Those usually pay real good."
"Jill doesn't know I was here? Did those drugs fuck them up so bad they don't remember? Could I be that lucky?" Sheila's thoughts raced.
"Yea. Had a client that wanted me to stay. Actually two of them. Husband and wife. I think I did them some good."
"Oh, that's great. Think they might become regulars?"
"Don't know. You can never tell about stuff like that. How was your night?"
"Don't really know. I know Billy came over. Do you remember him? Anyway, Mike and I have remained friends with him and I know he came over. But I don't really remember much about last night.
A friend of Mike's gave him some stuff that he said would help us relax and drop all of our inhibitions. Not that we have much in the way of that to begin with. But he also gave us some smoke that would help round off the rough edges. So we smoked it first, and then took the pills.
We got really fucked up. Never again. I can't remember a damn thing. I don't know what that shit was, but we will never trust that guy again."
Sheila asked, "So was Billy the only one who came over?"
"I think so, but honestly am not sure. If there was someone. I don't know if I would remember."
"No fucking way" Sheila thought. "The cosmos must love me."
Sheila had a plan. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She never owned much in the way of material things. Only what she had in her bedroom at the house. And her car. Everything was about timing.
Sheila continued her prostitution. She now knew exactly what it was. She fucked for money. She sold her pussy. Mouth and ass and cunt to anyone who had the coin. As long as they were in the approved group. She couldn't just stop. Powerful people would see and ask questions. Everything had to appear as if nothing had changed.
But along with her regular work, she began to take side jobs with her regulars. They called her directly instead of going through the scheduler. Sheila knew that this would not last long. She would be found out. But this was only a short term deal. She wasn't planning on being here much longer. But she was going to take as much money with her as she could.
She moved all of her savings and long term accounts to a new bank. One only she knew about. The regular checking account she left alone, because if she emptied that, her accountants would know within a few days. They would notice the other accounts eventually, also. But again, Sheila hoped to be long gone before that happened.
She also hired another accountant from out of the county. Still in the state, but far enough away that she hoped they had no connection to The House of Love or its associates. Instructed the new firm to request the transfer of all of her business records from the old firm. She gave them letters necessary to have her instructions carried out, for both the new firm and the old. They asked for and received from her funds sufficient to carry out her instructions.
She contacted a lawyer in the same way. Gave him instructions to dissolve her company after she had left and had drained all of the money out of the accounts. Prepaid him also.
On days when Mike and Sheila weren't home, Sheila packed everything she could into boxes and put them in the back of her closet. It was too much for her car, but then she wasn't taking her car with her anyway. All that was left to put in boxes was what was visible on shelves or the wall. Plus, as few items as necessary for daily life.
She was as ready as she could be. She hoped the plan worked. She hoped she had insulated herself from this life as best she could. People as powerful as those with whom she had associated, could maybe find her if they really wanted to.
Associated? Hell, fucked. The people she had been fucking. The people she had sold herself to. The people who bought her and used her. Sheila hoped that to them, she was just another whore, about whom they did not care. Or at least did not care about enough to make the effort to find her.
At last she was ready to make the phone call to the one person she knew loved her absolutely without reservation.
"Hello, Daddy? I need you to bring your truck and come get me this weekend. I'm moving back home with you. Don't ask now. I'll explain things later. Just come get me."
Sheila had chosen a day when she knew Jill would be away visiting her father. Her luck just had to hold a little bit longer. Mike left for work at seven. Daddy arrived at eight. The small amount of things left in the open they hurriedly packed up. Hanging clothes just laid over the boxes in the back. By nine everything was loaded.
Sheila drove her car to a small dealer who had agreed to buy her car for cash. She knew she was getting a low price, but she just wanted the thing gone and out of her name. After the sale, she walked three zig zag blocks to where her Daddy was waiting in his truck.
They drove to the bank. Sheila closed out her remaining accounts. Took the balance in cash. It was a tidy sum. The bank tried to protest her closing, not wanting to lose the business. Told her it was not safe to carry around that much currency. Tried to get her to take a bank check instead. Sheila was firm, not listening to their complaints, cutting them off with a firm demand. Just shut up and give me the cash.
She walked out of the front door. Walked the same kind of three block zig zag to where again, her Daddy waited.
"Get me out of here."
Coming: Part 6 – Epilogue: After the House of Love
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It took a few weeks, but my husband Walter finally edited the digital videos he took of my "anal trifecta" as I call it and combined them into a single DVD. More work than he expected since he used two digital recorders. Which in case you didn't read "Mature's birthday surprise" was of yours truly getting ass-fucked three times consecutively.
Walter gave me two DVD's. One each for Cindy and Rita, to hand deliver since they asked if he would video my "birthday surprise" for them with my consent. He then asked if I wanted to view the DVD.
I gave it some thought and decided against it. At least not yet. I assumed when I brought Cindy her copy she would likely want to view it immediately, and with me present. I figured if I saw it beforehand and wasn't thrilled I might change my mind about sharing a DVD with her and Rita. Which would be difficult since we already agreed we would. Plus David and Bill would want to see the DVD also.
The next day I called Cindy and told her I had her and Rita's DVD that we promised. She said she was beginning to wonder what was taking so long so I explained how it was more time consuming for Walter than he figured.
"Well, I'm excited it's finally done."...replied Cindy. "Can't wait to see it and soon. How about you bringing both DVD's over to the house Monday afternoon and I'll make sure Rita is here since it's her day off from work and we can all watch it together."
"That will work for me."...I replied. Although I was a bit hesitant about viewing my "anal trifecta" with Cindy and Rita. Then again, it could be fun watching their reaction to things even though I was making it a point not to view the DVD beforehand. Pretty risky on my part, but...
Monday rolled around fast since I called Cindy on a Saturday prior to. I arrived at her house around 1:00PM and when I did Rita's car was already in the driveway. Before I reached the front door Cindy came out to greet me with a big hug and kiss.
We went into the family room where Rita was who also greeted me. Albeit a bit more aggressively than Cindy. Then Cindy got us some wine and we casually talked a bit before Rita said..."Enough with the idle chatter. I'm dying to see the DVD so let's get on with it."
"Before we do."...I said. "Please understand I haven't seen the DVD myself yet so I can't vouch for it being any good, or even worth watching. Hopefully it will be and please be kind since this is the first time I've ever watched a sex video of myself with anyone other than Walter."
"I'm sure it will be fine."...Cindy replied. "As for Rita and I being kind. No need to worry. Just relax and enjoy your cinematic debut with us. I'm sure it'll be as exciting for you to watch as it will be for us."
Before playing the DVD Cindy got another glass of wine for everyone. Then she popped the DVD into the player and pressed the play button on the remote.
We were sitting on the sofa in a semi-circle when the DVD started playing. Walter added a title to the video, which he labeled as "Lacey's Birthday Surprise". He added credits such as starring you know who and co-starring Walter, Bill and David. He even gave himself credit for "editing". Kind of hammy of him I thought.
Then the action started, which I won't go into the details since I already did in "Mature's birthday surprise". But I will say upon seeing what I saw in the first few minutes of the DVD I was impressed with Walter's recording and editing skills, and how well the "action" on the big screen TV viewed. The quality was as good as some porno flics I've watched. Albeit the more amateurish ones.
It was difficult trying to watch both Cindy and Rita's reaction and the DVD itself for the first time. I found myself mostly paying attention to Rita and Cindy and it didn't take long to realize they were both getting turned on by things. Especially Rita since I know she enjoys anal sex as much, if not more, than yours truly.
Right about the time when Walter was inserting his cock in my ass in the DVD Rita started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Somewhat timidly at first then more openly as she couldn't seem to help herself as she watched Walter plowing his long cock in & out my asshole.
I noticed Cindy's hand go down between her legs too. Although she was trying to be more discreet than Rita. Can't say that I blamed them as what I did watch of the DVD in between observing Cindy and Rita, it was having the same effect on me. Maybe more so from watching Cindy and Rita getting hot and bothered as they were from what was playing out on the TV.
Then unexpectedly Rita blurted out..."Pause the DVD Cindy. I don't know about you two, but I need to get naked. This is making me so frigging horny I need to masturbate while watching it."
Cindy paused the DVD where upon Rita completely undressed. First removing her top and bra. Followed by her jeans and panties, of which the latter were soaking wet. Before I knew it she was sitting there in her birthday suit with legs spread and her hairy cunt drenched in pussy juice.
Cindy left the room and returned with a freshly opened bottle of wine. Then she left again for her bedroom. When she returned she had a tray of assorted dildos, vibrators, different containers of lubricants and some towels.
After placing the tray on the coffee table she stripped naked too. And like Rita, when she removed her panties it was soaking wet also.
Then Cindy said..."C'mon Lacey. You need to get naked too. Don't tell me you're going to sit there watching this for the first time fully dressed? If you were home watching it with Walter you'd both be bare-ass and going at each other like crazy."
"I wouldn't think of it with you two both naked as jay birds. Not forgetting all the nice toys you were kind enough to share so as to "enhance" our viewing pleasure."
Once we were all naked Cindy restarted the DVD. No sooner than she did Rita attacked her pussy and clit as she leaned back with her legs fully spread and feet on the coffee table. Since the sofa was bow shaped and I was seated on the opposite side I had a clear view of her masturbating.
"Damn!"...she said. "First watching my Bill doing you in the ass and now Walter has made me so fucking hot for a cock in my ass I'd ask the first man that walked through the front door to do me. Even if it was the local Pastor."
By the time Walter cummed in my ass Rita was having an orgasm. Come to find out it would be the first of a number of orgasms for us before the afternoon was over. And smart move by Cindy getting some towels because when Rita orgasms she's definitely a "squirter".
She grabbed a towel and placed in front of her just as her vaginal fluids came pouring out of her cunt. What an explosive orgasm she had. I couldn't recall ever watching another woman bringing herself to an orgasm like she did by herself. It turned me on as much as watching the video. Maybe more so.
When done cumming, Rita continued playing with her pussy, albeit less intently.
As for Cindy, after watching Rita cum like she did she attacked her own pussy and clit more vigorously than she already had been. When she did it didn't take long for her to orgasm too. She bucked and shook for what seemed like five minutes before she settled back down. And like Rita she wisely placed a towel beneath her pussy to catch her own vaginal fluids that gushed out.
Watching them both masturbate and cum like they did was definitely more entertaining than the video. At least for me. So much so I found myself fingering my own clit. What a sight we must have been. Three mature women masturbating while watching a "porno" flic. I wondered if mature men sat around and jacked themselves off when watching porn.
Cindy and Rita came over to sit beside me while I continued to masturbate. Rita began kissing me and while doing so she removed my hand from my pussy and replaced it with hers. Then she began rubbing my clit with two fingers while mouth fucking me with her tongue.
Cindy on the opposite side from Rita was busy fondling and kissing my tits. Her tongue and mouth on my nipples got them rigid as a pencil erasers and half an inch long. They almost ached from getting so hard.
For all intent and purposes I was practically lying down with my legs spread out straight on the coffee table. Both my hands were on the back of their heads. One to hold Rita while we passionately kissed and the other to hold Cindy tightly against my breasts.
It didn't take long between Rita fingering me and Cindy attacking my tits before I orgasmed. When I did I broke away from kissing Rita so I could let out a load scream while humping like crazy against her hand and fingers as they stroked my pussy and clit.
That was the first orgasm I ever had from another woman masturbating me and it was simply delicious. Wisely I put a towel under me beforehand since I needed it. Otherwise I would have soaked Cindy's sofa with my own vaginal fluids that came out in multiple streams.
When I was done cumming I kissed both Rita and Cindy and thanked them for the "helping hand" and the wonderful orgasm. "I couldn't have done better myself."
Cumming like I did after watching them both orgasm was truly incredible. But the afternoon activities were far from over and more incredible things were yet to happen.
Cindy paused the DVD so we all could regain our composure. When she did, Rita stated how jealous she was of yours truly getting to experience an "anal trifecta" like I did. And to record it too for future viewing pleasure. "No doubt you and Walter will have some serious sex when watching this together. I know Bill and I will for sure."
Then she added..."I'm still looking forward to my first double ass-fucking. Let alone a triple ass-fucking. Which I can tell you after viewing this DVD is going to happen the first opportunity I get. Can't wait and I hope it will be soon."
Rita asked Cindy to restart the DVD, but to rewind it to the point where Walter first inserts his cock in my asshole. Then she grabbed an anal dildo from the tray, lubricated it and slowly inserted in her asshole as she watched Walter insert his cock in mine.
As the scene played out on the TV of Walter plowing his cock in & out of my butthole Rita was doing the same with the dildo in hers while gently rubbing her clit. It was easy to surmise she was imagining it was Walter's long cock in her ass versus the dildo. She didn't seem in a rush to orgasm this time as she pumped the dildo in & out of her asshole with long, slow, but deliberate strokes.
Wasn't long before both Cindy and I also had dildos in our assholes. Mine being much bigger than Cindy's by choice. The only difference with Cindy and I, we fondled our tits while dildoing our assholes versus rubbing our clits. Once again I wondered what a sight it would be for somebody to see three mature women stark naked dildoing their respective assholes as we all were together.
Next up in the DVD was David with his short fat cock. As he slid it in my asshole Rita couldn't help but comment on how fat it was and how good it must have felt after Bill and Walter's slimmer cocks.
I concurred then said..."Based on our upcoming "sixsome" you'll get the chance to feel David's fat cock doing you in the ass. And when you do I can assure you your anus will be stretched to the limit. But in a pleasurable way."
Next came the part in the DVD where all three cumloads oozed out of my gaping anus. Walter did a great job of recording it and when Rita saw the multiple cumloads exiting my asshole she shoved the dildo as far as she could in hers and orgasmed.
Both Cindy and I joined her shortly afterwards with our own orgasms. And as is the norm for me, mine was accompanied by a series of cunt farts.
I can't recall having two orgasms so close together as I did. Cindy and Rita claimed it was the same case for them too. At the rate we were going we'd all be exhausted by the time the DVD ended. But by then the only part left to play out in the video was when Walter, Bill and David jacked off and shot their cumloads on me.
"Wow"...said Rita. "That must have been so incredible with them shooting their hot cumloads on you like they did Lacey. That's another thing I need to add to my bucket list."
Cindy laughed then said jokingly..."If you want, Lacey and I together could cover you with more pussy juice than they ever could in cum. And I think you'd find it just as enjoyable. Maybe more so."
"Now there's a thought."...replied Rita. Who was taking the suggestion more seriously than Cindy was in proposing it.
Right about then the DVD ended. When it did we all kind of looked at each other as though to say "what now?"
At that point Cindy suggested we head for the bedroom for some intimate "play time". She didn't have to mention it twice. After a quick visit to the bathroom we all ended up on her king size bed kissing, hugging and groping each other.
Once again, I was imagining what a sight it would be of three mature women on a bed all going after each other like teenagers.
Hard to recall who did exactly what to whom. But I do remember going down on both Rita and Cindy. It was the first time I ever did go down on Rita and it was quite an experience making oral love to an extremely hairy pussy. Cindy was just the opposite. A totally clean shaven pussy. Which she has kept that way ever since our first foursome together.
As for yours truly, I'm kind of in between when it comes to pubic hair. Actually mine is very sparse and fine. If you put your hand on my pubic mound without seeing it first you swear it was shaved. Even at first glance it looks bald since my pubic hair is so fine and there's so little of it. Plus it's a very light brown or dirty blonde in color. Totally natural though, albeit not nearly as much hair as when younger.
Back to the action. I also do recall both Rita and Cindy going down on yours truly for a while. And if I had to rate them, Cindy would win hands down as being the best between the two when it comes to eating pussy. Most likely because she's had more experience where as with Rita it's more of a recent thing. Being a late blooming bisexual like yours truly.
What I remember best was when we were in a "daisy chain" eating each other's pussies. Me doing Rita, Rita eating Cindy, and Cindy munching on yours truly. When it came time for us to orgasm Cindy suggested her and I do it while standing spread legged over Rita. That way we could let our vaginal fluids shoot down on Rita when we orgasmed.
At first I thought she was joking, but when the time came that's exactly what we did. Rita stayed on the bed lying face up while fingering her clit as Cindy and I brought on our orgasms while fingering ourselves as we stood spread legged over her. Then as if on cue we all began to orgasm together.
No sooner than we did both Cindy and I sprayed Rita with copious amounts of pussy juice just as she was having her own orgasm. Our vaginal fluids covered Rita from her hairy pubic mound to her breasts. Some might have even sprayed on her face.
I never orgasmed from masturbating while standing upright and I had all I could do to maintain my balance since my legs became so weak and wobbly. I had to grab onto Cindy to keep from falling. She was facing me so when I did she embraced me and began French kissing me.
There we stood with arms wrapped around each other sucking each other's tongues while pussy juice continued to flow from our respective cunts down onto to Rita.
Rita squealed with delight when our vaginal fluids sprayed down on her. With one hand she rubbed our vaginal fluids into her body while with the other she continued to rub her clit and pussy.
Once Cindy and I were done cumming we lied down on each side of Rita and took turns kissing her. We also took turns between gently fondling her very hairy pubic mound and breasts as she slowly recovered from her own orgasm.
"You weren't kidding Cindy, when you said drenching me in pussy juice would be enjoyable. I guess you could call me a lesbian cum slut since I enjoyed it so much. WOW! That was fun."
Finally it was time to call an end to our "lesbian love fest". It was getting late and we all had dinners to prepare for when Walter, Bill and David arrived home from work. Once dressed and just before leaving we all kissed and hugged. Albeit more lovingly than we when first greeted each other earlier in the afternoon. We also briefly discussed making a get together like we just had an occasional thing. The one proviso was when we did one of us had to bring a DVD or tape of our own personal sexcapades to share.
Just as Rita and I were leaving David pulled into the driveway. Both Rita and I greeted him and told him we were looking forward to our planned "sixsome" together. Which couldn't be soon enough now for Rita.
When he asked why, I explained about the DVD and of how Rita was now looking forward to him doing her in the ass. While Rita blushed, David gave her a big smile and said it would be his pleasure when the time came.
The End.
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*Part 5: The Arrangement*
It's Monday morning and I call Jimmy Bates, he's a realtor, married, has a son, a daughter and one on the way. So, I didn't have to ask about a fertility problem, or make up a phony excuse to see him. I just set-up a business lunch date, then jot down the three addresses, and information mom knew about the properties.
I meet Jimmy and he looks almost exactly like he did when I saw him last, four years ago. When we were little kids he was the biggest for his age, but he stopped growing three or four years before the rest of us did, and I thought he would always get another spurt, but he didn't. He hugs me and holds my chair out for me.
Ask if he has pictures of his family, and he happily shows them to me. Jimmy is five-seven, lean, decent looking, like me heavily freckled with hazel eyes, but he has red hair. His wife is a brunette, which might be dyed, and his babies have red hair, but their mother's darker complexion. Kids are cute and I try to picture mine with him being the father. I could see the resemblance they had of their father, and those of their mother, trying to adjust my features to the pictures in my mind.
After a bit of small talk he asks, "What can I do for you?"
Tell him I'm moving, wish to sell the properties and if his company wants to handle the listings. He laughs correcting me, "I'm a little monkey in the company zoo, it's my in-law's business, but I'd be more than happy to list them. Where are you moving to?" He grins, looking at my ring finger. "Are you getting married, or something, soon?"
I hem and haw, getting him to apologize and get all red-faced. Feel so bad I tell him my rough plans, and he listens intently. He waits for our waiter to give us our meal then leans closer. "Wasn't trying to pry, Jamie I swear, just the way everything is set-up I can punch in what you're looking for in the computer and get you some listings."
Tell him what we're doing, and what we're after. He holds up a finger. "I'm not trying to be rude, but the more I know the better I can help you. When you say partner, it isn't business wise?"
"It is, but I'm gay too."
He grins and nods. "Makes me feel a little better." I wrinkle my nose, and he laughs. "We were young, but I had such a serious crush on you, and I knew you liked me, but never quite the way I wanted." He holds up his hands. "Not that there is anything wrong with your preferences, it's just... Well, this is funny in a way, see I bought every pick-up book I could find and read them faithfully, but nothing worked. Took me two years to ask anyone else out after I gave up on you."
He laughs, then waves his hand back and forth. "Sorry, it certainly isn't funny to you, and you probably had a rough time trying to figure it all out. It's good to see you, and I'll help you with anything I can."
"Now that you mention it, Jimmy," I smile, "Jan, my partner, and I have another minor little problem. We'd like to have babies," his eyes get big, and his beer goes down the wrong way, "and we could use a donor."
"Ah, Jamie," he wipes off his chin, "we're talking sperm here, right?"
"Yes, but that would be where it ends. No support or anything, if you wish to stay in contact that would be fine. If you want no contact, that's fine too."
"Wow, ah, wow."
We sit there a bit, not saying anything. "Is that a good wow, Jimmy, or a bad wow?" I motion to our waiter for two more beers. "It'll be all up front, and we could talk to your wife–"
"No, can't do that," Jimmy nearly shouts, then calms down. "Sorry, she just knows about you being my best friend, and thinks there was more. Plus I have my in-laws to worry about, they think everyone is out to get them. They'd have a shit fit over other potential heirs to the family business. Ah, for now it was just a wow, a big wow."
"Understand, not a problem, and don't worry, listings are still yours. Now, lets enjoy this fine meal, and let you think about it some. So how is the real estate business doing? You think we should hold off selling?"
"Whew, loaded question Jamie," Jimmy shrugs, "we have decent areas around town, at this time more bad, but there are some good, and it depends on the property. Naturally, for me to make a commission I'd have to tell you to sell, so I'm more than a tad biased." He sips at his beer. "Still, I don't see any real sharp upswing appearing in the next five years. Your grandpa's property, folks around there have been quartering those lots, and doing pretty good. I know a few contractors who might be interested."
"Great, at least I get a little good news."
Poor Jimmy is so shook up he can't eat, but he doesn't have a problem with the beer. I order him another. He looks at me and sighs. "You know you were my dream girl?" Before I can reply he adds, "Alright, I'll do it. So, what do we do, have clinical sex?"
"Actually, we were just going to inject the sperm with a baste–"
"Doesn't work," he shakes his head, "one of those urban myths. If you want to try, fine by me, but I don't want to be jacking off for–" Jimmy put a finger to his lips. "Sorry, that was crude. You can have it done at a clinic, I could donate there and–"
"No, that's not an option. There has to be another way."
Chuckling he raises his beer. "There's the old-fashioned way, it works pretty good."
Sipping on my beer I weigh my options, no matter who we choose this is going to be a problem. "So, for the sake of argument, you would be alright with it? I mean, the old-fashion way."
"Jamie, I told you, you're my dream girl. Yes, I'd be okay with it, and would keep it as professional as possible." He snorts. "Course, I don't know the exact etiquette, do you try to achieve an orgasm, or just contraception."
I wrinkle my nose. "My thinking would be, try to make it pleasurable, so you would be in a more conducive state. Light kissing, breasts are in, heavy kissing, bottom and clit are out." Jimmy nods, and I hold up two fingers. "Other problems, one I don't shave, two my partner wants to be there at conception, means a lot to her."
"Wow, ah, wow." He scratches his head, and closes one eye. "So, are we talking you don't do the new Brazilian cut some girls do?"
"No, I'm talking I don't own a razor." I giggle. "I'm not bigfoot, but if you're curious take a peek under the table."
He drops his fork, then looks under the table. "Can I feel?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's not bad, light color and soft. I don't see–"
"Jimmy, can we please carry on the conversation above the table?"
"Oh, sorry, Jamie." He snickers, and I think he's got a buzz on. "Kinda saying that in bunches, this just threw me a bit. So, is your partner... ah, well, going to be trouble? I mean–"
"Jan is quite nice, just everyday people, I'm the dyke."
"Oh, you are? Really!" Jimmy turns a bit red. "Well, ah, I guess..."
"Not to worry I'm not a bull dyke, but in my circles I would be the dyke."
"You look great, Jamie." He snickers. "Not that I could tell you what a bull dyke, or regular dyke looks like. How are we doing on time, concerning the event?"
"Last period started two weeks ago, I'm fairly regular, so–" He winces, and I realize this is more information than he needs or wants. "Well, I'm going to get an ovulating monitor after we're through with our lunch date. How did you and your wife go about it?"
"One more sorry." Jimmy puckers up his face. "First was an accident, other two were planned. However, all I know is, I get a call on my cell and the wife tells me she's in season, I haul ass home. After making my deposit I hold my wife's legs up to let it percolate or something. Sorry, but like most males I'm just the sperm donor. How about where this happens?"
I laugh, and pat his hand. "So, this is like two guys trying to make a baby." Jimmy makes a sour face at that notion, and I shrug. "Anyway, I think it's the week before your period is the more fertile time, or week after. I'll get it all figured out, then give you a call, and I'm living back at home, so I was thinking there. Assuming you are still interested, and Jan isn't a problem?"
"Definitely, I think I can handle the deed. As for Jan, I'm not sure how I'll react with an audience, but will give it a try." He gives me his cell phone number, and we say good-by.
I go to take care of my other chores wondering if this is a stupid thing to do. Chances are I would've passed on the whole thing, except for Jimmy calling me his dream girl. I knew how that felt, although he was going to be disappointed with this encounter.
Get home and give Jan the good news and bad, while she is in the swing. She takes it all well, but she's in the swing, running her feet up my sides. I'm massaging her feet. "So, another thing to work on, let's shorten your name to Jan, Janice stands out."
"Alright, baby girl, Jan it is. You look a bit frazzled, maybe we should switch places."
"No mom–"
"That's Jan," she corrects me. "You're doing great, baby girl." She pins me between her feet and drags me close enough to get her hands on me and pulls me into her. "You really need to take your mind off of this, swap with me."
I massage her titties and stomach. "So, you okay with all this?"
"Well, I'm a tad jealous, he gets to give you full penetration, which I haven't yet enjoyed." She kisses me. "But I would like to, other than that, yes I'm fine. You decide baby girl, I'm your wife, and will stand beside you no matter what."
"I love you, my sexy girl." I kiss her. "About the other thing, okay, but I'll need to buy a small dildo, I've little experience being on the other side of strapns." I rub the crotch of her panties. "Sweetie, how about I get your wet panties off and eat you?"
"Thought I was supposed to be calming you down."
"Yes you are." I've got my hand under her panties. "You know nothing calms me down better than your pussy." I kiss her. "Throw in your rabbit, if I can find it."
"Right up on the dresser, next to the clit gel. I'll need a towel and washcloth, please."
"How did that toy washer do?"
"Seems to clean them up nicely."
I give her belly a kiss, then each nipple and finally her lips. "I'll be right back beautiful, I love you, cutie."
"Um-m, baby girl I love you, and not just because you spoil me rotten."
With help from her toys I give her two nice orgasms, then we need to see about this ovulation thing. Mom found an ovulation calendar on the Internet, and plugs in the dates while I take the pee test. She hollers, "Ah, baby girl, according to this you're prime chance is tonight and tomorrow, after that you have to wait til your next period."
"Great, stick says I'm ovulating too." I sigh. "Jimmy was on call for his wife, so he is used to this, but I don't know if he'll come."
She socks me. "Oops, missed one, 'if he'll come.' What? It's punny." I roll my eyes, then mom rubs my back. "Sorry. A little nervous, honey?"
"Oh yeah, a whole lot." I take a deep breath. "Better now, then dwelling on it for two weeks, or however long. I'll call Jimmy, and hope for the best."
He answers and agrees to come over at seven, assuring me it's no trouble. I'm a nervous wreck, can't eat dinner, and mom massages my shoulders. "Let's go shower up and get ready, baby girl."
Sleepwalk through my shower and mom getting me dressed, then sit on the couch watching the clock. Mom gives me a glass of a wine, and massages my arms and legs. "It's alright baby girl, if you can't do this. We could–"
"I can do it, just sinking in is all." I take a drink, and chuckling nervously smile. "It sounded so easy, and it has to be done. No big deal, it's just a little sex, right?"
Mom pats my leg. "Yes, just a little sex. He can't possibly be bigger than your toys."
Hanging my head I sigh. "But, I've never had sex with a man."
"Never?"
"Not full sex." I shrug. "I couldn't ever get past the bad kissing and pawing." Dab at my forehead, thinking I'm sweating like a pig. "I can just close my eyes, and pretend it's you."
"Sure baby girl." She kisses me, and gently strokes my cheek. "Honey, he was a good friend, and sounds like he still is, I'm sure he will be gentle. We can talk to him about–"
"Oh mom, I don't know if–"
A knock on the door interrupts me. I jump up, go to the door, wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, then open the door. "Jimmy come in, this is my wife, Jan."
"Nice to meet you." Jimmy hands me a bouquet of daisies. "Jamie, thought you might be a bit nervous." He hands Jan a bouquet. "Had no idea what you might like Jan, but daisies used to be Jamie's favorite."
"Still are," I pipe up, "thanks."
"Yes, thank you, they're very nice." Mom smells the flowers. "Would you care for a drink Jimmy? You look a tad nervous."
"With good reason," he grins, "I'm totally nervous. Beer or wine will be fine, just one to calm me down a bit. Was going to have one or two before coming here, but figured I wouldn't be able to stop, and don't need to be drunk."
I giggle. "God Jimmy, I'm glad I'm not the only one."
Mom brings us in drinks and Jimmy smiles. "Thank you, Jan. Do either of you know where Guadalupe, California is?"
Jan giggles. "Guadalupe, isn't that somewhere in Mexico?"
"That is one, but this one is in California, Santa Barbara County, in the northwestern corner to be exact." Jimmy laughs, pulls an envelop out of his jacket pocket and hands me it. "A tourist spot, which happens to have an old warehouse for sale. Eighty feet by one-twenty, two thirds has a second floor, and roof is for parking."
Scratching behind her ear Jan wrinkles her nose. "Sounds small, I mean the city."
"A tad over five thousand people, an agricultural town, majority Hispanic." Jimmy shrugs. "But Santa Maria, with over fifty thousand people is ten miles away. Coast highway runs through the town, it is south of a river, and Pacific Ocean is west."
I smile. "Sounds inexpensive."
"Wouldn't call it cheap," Jimmy raises a finger, "but at three hundred thousand, asking price is not bad. Might get it for two hundred thousand. Almost ten thousand square feet downstairs, over six upstairs, lets you have studio, office and housing upstairs, gallery downstairs."
Mom looks over at me and nods, as I'm tapping my lower lip. "Does sound interesting, what would be our next step?"
"Well, could go take a look at it," Jimmy gives us a wink, "but smarter thing would be get a rough idea of what you want to do with it and work up some costs. As you can see from the pictures, it's pretty wide open, and everything will have to be built. Costs will be determined by what you're after, but you can figure two or three hundred thousand, easy."
"Looks like an old agricultural building." I hold up one of the pictures. "So, we keep it the same for the gallery, very rustic. No fancy lighting or flooring."
Jimmy hunches his shoulders. "Definite money saver."
Jan nods. "I like it, and we don't need much fancy in our house, office will be fine rustic, might cut those building costs to around two hundred thousand."
I chuckle. "Except probably want a roomy tub and shower, at least for the master suite."
"Um-m, yeah." Jan has a dreamy look in her eyes. "Exercise room, sauna and hot tub sound nice. Don't see any yard, so maybe a patio up on the roof, like the big city. I guess we are back up near the three hundred thousand price range."
"Alright, now we work it over." Jimmy clasps his hands together. "So, we're looking at six, throw in all the permits, engineering, architectural drawings and little things that crop up, say another two hundred thousand. Don't forget furnishings, and we're somewhere in the seven to nine hundred thousand dollar range. This type of project banks will most likely want half paid in cash. On the other hand, once complete, building should be worth well over a million dollars. We still talking this being doable?"
"Yes, financially stretches us some." Jan nods, "But, it's doable."
"Alright," Jimmy smiles, "let me talk to the seller. If you can sketch out what you might want on those plans, we can get some figures. Next up, would be to take a trip out there to see if you're interested in living in Guadalupe."
"Any other good news?" I sigh. "Or do we talk about the other?"
"This wasn't the only piece of property, but the best buy." He shakes his head. "Others for that kind of money, lucky to get half the square footage. And the one's with the footage cost three times as much. Still, have plenty of time to find something, and appraiser is going to look at your properties in the morning. So, I guess we're back to talking about the other."
I snicker. "Yes, it all leads back to that. Guess there is no way to do this modestly."
Jimmy chuckles. "If you want we can just do it through open zippers, just hope I don't get it caught, zipper rash is a bitch."
"Thanks, really needed a laugh." Rolling my eyes I take a deep breath. "But, only makes sense to be naked, and we're under a sheet–"
"Actually, dear," mom cuts in, "better and easier for you if you use the ramp and wedge. Unless you want to spend fifteen minutes with your legs over your shoulder."
Raising an eyebrow Jimmy puckers up his mouth. "Even though I wouldn't mind seeing you in the position it gets to be a little weird after a minute or so."
"You're so naughty and bad." I smack him on the arm. "No way could I do that and look you in the eye again. I mean, all that would come into my head, would be me splayed open."
"Won't happen," Jimmy smiles, "if you must get in that position, or any other, I'll put a towel over you. It's not how I wish to remember you like."
"Thank you," I pat his hand, "it means a lot to me."
"It's her first time," mom chimes in, and I flash her a look, which she ignores. "This is her major problem, and has stressed her out, worrying."
Making a tsking sound I roll my eyes. "I'm not a virgin, not even close." Mom gives me one of her looks and I hang my head. "But, I've never been with a man."
"Oh wow." Jimmy takes a drink, and I think he's trembling a bit. "By the way, it's a good wow, a very good wow. Naturally, it's going to be a bit more pressure, now that I have to represent the entire male population."
We all laugh, and he tugs at his ear. "How about we start with the two of us giving you a nice body massage?"
"Good idea." Jan stands, and holds her hands out to us. "Come on you kids, it's not going to be that tough, if we don't make it so."
The two of us take her hands, and she herds us to the bedroom. Jan is all business like. "So, Jimmy, when was your last sexual encounter? And was it one or two ejaculations?"
He squawks, "What?"
Jan smiles. "Not prying, and don't need specifics, but we need to know how successful this might be with just one coupling."
Sounded pretty specific to me. Jimmy sighs. "Last night, just one."
"Okay." Jan holds the door open for us. "You two strip, we're going to need at least two, maybe three–"
"Ejaculations?" Jimmy yelps out, "I might be able to work up two, but no way–"
"Not to worry," Jan cuts in, "I'll help you out, if need be. But you give us two big squirts we won't even need a third."
I don't know about Jimmy, but this isn't going the way I thought it might. As slow as he is peeling off his clothes I have a pretty good idea how he feels. I stand there in my undies and shirt, then Jan gives me a swat. "Come on baby girl, get them off and lay on the bed, on your tummy, if you want." She rubs my back. "Will you be less nervous if I strip too?"
Nod, then I do as told, and my legs are squeezed so tight together nothing short of sub-atomic particles are getting in. My eyes are shut nearly as tight, then I feel the bed move as the others crawl to me. Hands on my shoulders are rougher than on my butt, so I deduce they are Jimmy's. I barely open an eye, hoping to get a peek at what I have to deal with, but all I can see is his thigh.
Jan is doing a great job getting my legs open, her tongue doing wonderful things to my bottom. I rub her bottom and she is wearing her panties. "Honey, take them off, I might want to eat you."
"Ah, just relax, baby girl." Jan kisses my bottom. "We don't need to scare Jimmy."
"Hey, I don't mind." Jimmy snickers. "Really, might get rid of my nervousness."
"Well, ah..." Jan moves away from me, and I open my eyes. She nervously giggles. "Well, I'm on my period. Scared now?"
"Wow." Looking at Jan's butt Jimmy wrinkles his nose. "And you still do it?"
"Um-m, constantly," mom wiggles her butt, "it's great, so intense and you climax like the Fourth of July fireworks finale. I love it."
Poor Jimmy is fidgeting, no doubt having enough of this. I rub Jan's bottom. "I want my girl's panties off, but leave your tampon in, should make all three of us happy."
Jimmy doesn't say anything and mom takes off her panties, before going back to massaging my bottom half. Jimmy is handling his end quite well too, and unconcerned over my excessive hairiness, or at least not shying away from my pits. I'm not sure if it was Jan's suggestion, but he starts planting little kisses all over me, which are great.
I feel him shift a bit, and take another peek, this time between his legs. He has a hardn, about seven inches, but fairly thin. Doesn't look like it's going to be too tough on me, and along with my girl he is making me feel very nice. His grip is strong, but tender and kisses soft, nothing like my girl's, or any other of my girlfriends, although he is by far better than those other Neanderthals who were pawing me in my youth.
"Honey," Jan pats my butt, "I said, time to get on your back. Baby girl, don't be–" I snap out of my reverie and just roll over, without thinking about it. "There we go, that's my good girl." Jan is planting kisses on my bush, and Jimmy is massaging my titties, by the time I realize a man is looking at me, all of me.
Don't know why my extra hair embarrasses me, but I can feel my face get flushed. I like my hair, and feeling like a boy, even dressing like one. Course, if I was as hairy as Aunt Clara I wouldn't like that, I didn't want to be a man.
"Okay, very good, baby girl," Jan is rubbing my tummy, "Jimmy is ready. You need to go lay on the ramp, and I'll get the lube."
God, my legs are going to be spread widepen, butt a foot and a half above my head, making my pussy the central focal point of the whole room. Jimmy helps me up, then gives me a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, we can do this." It's all I can do to give him a thin smile, as he guides me over to the ramp and helps me lay down.
He kneels by my head, so he doesn't have a very good angle at seeing me in all my glory. Jimmy rubs my head and shoulders, whispering in my ear, "Everything is going to be fine."
Jan lubes me up, slides a finger in me then a second while licking my clit. I start panting as she comes over and lubes up Jimmy's dick. "Alright, my baby girl is ready."
Jimmy takes a deep breath, I close my eyes, but can hear all the air slowly escape his lungs. Feel a bit of pressure at my entrance and tense up. "Relax, baby girl," Jan coos in my ear, as she rubs my tummy and strokes my hair. "You're beautiful, baby girl, I love you so much." She keeps whispering sweet nothings to me while Jimmy penetrates my pussy. It's not much different than the few times a girlfriend used a strapn to fuck me.
Open my eyes, looking up at my dream girl, feeling so wonderful she is here experiencing this with me. Still, I was hoping this might take on the first try, and I cup my lover's pussy. "I love you, sexy lady, thank you." Jan kisses me, sliding her hand up to my clit.
With a loud groan Jimmy trusts deep into me, and I can feel him shooting his cum into me. He stays still in me for a half a minute, then pulls out. "Sorry, for the quickness, I got a bit over-excited, you two are so hot. Never seen anything like it."
"In this case, quick is not bad." Jan giggles, and gets between my legs, opening my pussy. "Was a pretty good load, might get away with just two."
I know I let out a sigh of relief, and I believe so did Jimmy. Jan pats my tummy, then stands. "I'll go get some tea, while you two rest up a bit."
Didn't want her leaving, but I wasn't going to embarrass Jimmy or me by complaining. Jimmy takes a towel off the bed and covers me up, then sits beside my head. "You alright, Princess?"
Giggling I smack his thigh. "Haven't heard that endearment in ages, Sir James. Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for the tenderness, and towel."
"Oh god, I forgot about Sir James." He laughs, then kisses my hand. "It didn't stick like Princess, always bossing me around."
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?"
"Oh yeah, you were so good at it too." Jimmy scratches his head. "None of my business, but Jamie, how long have you been having an affair with your mother?"
"Jesus Christ! You fucking know!" I thought I might burst in to tears, and turn my head away from him. Would've got up and run, but knew I couldn't do it gracefully. "How? You never came to my house, or at least inside, cause grandpa didn't like boys hanging around?"
"It's alright, not a big deal." Jimmy strokes my cheek. "No, it wasn't here, it was at school." He shrugs. "You keep a pretty good eye out for anything that happens to concern your dream girl."
"Not what you think." I wipe away a tear. "Well, it is, and I've loved her for years, but only acted on it when I got back from school, not even two weeks ago. We're two consenting adults and not hurting any–"
"Jamie, it's okay, I'm not going to report you or anything." Jimmy turns my head back, so he is looking at me. "I knew who she was before ever stepping foot in your house. Just curious, and want to help you, but is there anything else, or something worse?"
"No, nothing, and what could possibly be worse?" I choke back the tears. "We just want to start over, hopefully where this can't happen again. We're not weirdoes, you know?"
"Yes, I know." Jimmy kisses my forehead. "I see how you look at each other, and I meant it, you two look hot together. I think your plan is the best, and I'll help you any way I can."
"Thanks Jimmy." I kiss him on the lips. "Thanks, a lot."
"Confession time over?" Jan asks, standing in the doorway. "I'm glad you're not upset, and we would've preferred total honesty, Jimmy, but you can understand why we did what we did. Now, let's have a nice cup of tea, and get back to business."
"Tea, huh?" Jimmy makes a sour face. "Suppose it won't kill me."
Jan laughs, and shakes her head. "It's raspberry herb tea, and will relax you a bit, not kill you. Looks like besides her other considerable talents, my baby girl is a good judge of character, we're going to have fine babies." She hands him a cup of tea. "I wasn't sure how you might like it, so I put two teaspoons of honey in, eucalyptus honey, real good stuff, with a bit of a tang."
He chuckles, and takes a sip. "Alright, it's not half bad." Shaking his head he laughs. "Course, had I known this is how you dress for a tea party, this might not have been my first."
"Fine sense of humor," Jan winks at him, "I like that too." She put the tray on the cube, then helps me raise my head enough to take a sip or two. "You did good baby girl, ready?"
I nod, but Jimmy raises his hand. "Ah, tea or no tea, I might need a bit more time to, ah–"
"Here, give me that, please." Jan takes his tea cup, and puts it on the tray. "Maybe I can help you out a little bit."
Mom kneels in front of Jimmy, bends down and takes his dick in her mouth. I know my eyes double in size, as he groans, "Oh my, yes this should do the trick."
In about two minutes Jimmy is hard and back in me, giving me slow strokes. Jan sits at my head, stroking my hair, fondling my titties and making out with me, while I fondle her. Jimmy lasts a couple of minutes, then I can feel him cum in me.
He puts the towel back on me and shakes his head. "Guess I would be a real loser if I made threesomes a common practice, you ladies excite the living hell out of me. I almost don't know if I'm coming or going, pun intended."
Jan looks at him a bit strange, as I giggle. "We played the sock 'em game too."
"I see, and thank you for the compliment." She hands Jimmy his tea. "So, one more for good luck a possibility?"
"Well," Jimmy sheepishly shrugs, "not like I'm winded or anything. Barely broke a sweat." He looked in his tea cup. "Must be something in this brew, I swear I usually give a better showing. I don't need you getting the wrong idea about the male population."
I pat Jimmy's arm. "Far as I'm concerned you did fine for the male population, even increased it's standing in my eyes." Chuckling I raise an eyebrow. "Course, I didn't have a very high opinion of the male population to begin with, only could go up."
Jan pokes Jimmy in the side. "Don't blame my tea, if anything it would put lead in your pencil. My vote would be we are too hot."
"Like that one too," I chime in, "even if it's not true for me. I'm fairly certain a hairy dyke is not in most men's dreams."
Mom gives me a thump on the head. "It's the way you want it, I offered to do all the work and shave you, not that I mind my girl a tad furry. What do you think Jimmy?"
"At the risk of catching hell," he scratches his chin, "I've had an occasional liaison with the wife when she was a bit stubbly. I didn't care for that, but being a male I wasn't about to let it stop me either. As for Jamie's hair, since it's grown out, it wasn't that terrible. So, I guess it's smooth or furry, but no in between for me."
We all laugh, and Jan shakes her head. "You're not running for office, but sound like it. Besides, you already said it didn't matter." She shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me either, even if my baby girl was stubbly I would never refuse to be pleasured by her, or please her."
"Yeah," Jimmy snickers, "don't know too many guys who give the old 'got a headache,' routine to their wives. Still, I wouldn't mind getting any pointers you ladies have to give."
Jan is happy to give him her opinion on the matter, and I put in my two cents. After half an hour of giving pointers I sigh. "Ah, this isn't the best position to have conversations in."
"Right, sorry baby girl." Jan rubs my tummy. "Jimmy, you need help?"
He glances down at his lap. "A bit, if you don't mind, please."
With a giggle Jan shrugs. "We all have to do our part, don't we?"
She sucks Jimmy's dick, but it's not working as fast. Jimmy rubs Jan's shoulder. "Could you two, ah, maybe do it. I think it would help." For an answer I pull Jan's hips towards me, and my girl straddles my face. "Oh god, that's hot." I can feel Jan lick my clit and hear Jimmy panting. "Um-m, that's even hotter."
He gets between my legs, and Jan stops licking me, but I can hear slurping sounds, as I keep tonguing my girl. Doesn't take long and Jimmy is in me, then Jan goes back to licking my clit. This sensation isn't unusual, seeing as my girl does the same thing to me with a dildo.
Surprisingly I'm enjoying myself, but not as much as my girl. She wiggles her bottom as her climax starts and I suck on her clit, getting her to howl. This set off Jimmy, he thrusts into me a couple of times then explodes. I swear it's the largest of the three, but over long before Jan's.
I'm close, but give her a pat on the bottom and my girl stops. She crawls off me and Jimmy covers me up with the towel. I pat his arm. "Thank you, it meant a lot."
"Hey," he chuckles, "I'm no saint here, and I got a lot out of it too." Brushing his shoulder he grins. "Could I take a shower, before going home?"
"Sure," Jan points, "bath is next door on the right. I'll bring your clothes in."
He heads in for a shower and she comes back to sit beside me. "You did fine, baby girl." She kisses me. "One more time tomorrow to make sure you're going to be a little mamma, then it's all over. Should be easier, not so–"
"Mom, I'm fine, and it wasn't too bad. Could you get me a robe, please?"
"Of course, baby girl."
She takes in Jimmy's clothes and brings me back a robe, then I get off the ramp. "Geez, spent too long like that, what a head rush."
I walk Jimmy to the door, and he gives my hand a kiss. "Thank you for the honor of... I guess, our mating, and I hope we were successful." He chuckles. "I know it was a bit traumatic for you, but you did very well, Princess."
"Because of you it wasn't traumatic at all, Sir James." I give him a kiss. "Kind of strange asking you this now, but are you happy being a family man?"
"Very happy," he smiles, and pats my hand, "and it doesn't have to be like when we grew up. You're going to make a fine mommy." Jimmy makes a sour face. "Or is daddy, the proper term?"
I giggle. "It's two mommies. Will same time tomorrow be alright?"
"Sure, see you tomorrow."
Jimmy leaves and I haven't seen Jan. She isn't in the dining room either. I go back in and find her in the swing, fingering herself. "You horny little devil, what are you doing?" I wave a finger no. "Never mind, I can see what you're doing. Why?"
"Baby girl, you got me all worked up, and–"
"And you need to learn to behave. It's rude not to escort your guest to the door." I sit on the bed and pat my leg. "Get over here, cutie."
"Sorry, baby girl." My naughty girl lays down on my lap and giggles. "After my spanking are you going to eat me?"
"Of course, sexy, and I'm going to fuck you too." I rub her back. "You have to learn to behave, cutie. You can't play with your toys all day and night."
Give her a spanking before putting her in the swing, eating her to three orgasms and fucking her for twice that. I carry her to the tub, wash her then put her to bed, the whole time she is telling me how much she loves and needs me.
Following evening Jimmy comes over and with our help is able to give us three more squirts. This time mom saw him to the door with me, she still wound up in the swing. Things mellow out and we wind up keeping our hands off each other long enough to get things done around the house.
Work on our finances and see what kind of money we are dealing with. Properties appraise at nearly five hundred thousand, but we'll be lucky to get four. We also research what we want in our house, make rough sketches, even start packing up what was going. I'm keeping my truck, but mom is selling her car. But, it is still our honeymoon and we enjoy plenty of sex.
*to be continued...*
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Free At Last Ch. 05
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Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando.
"You and your lolo sexual fantasies," she mumbled looking at him laid out on the adjustable hospital bed with the 2.0 version of her cerebral enhancer on his head.
"Not Cerebral Enhancer, Brain Tube," she said in a mocking male voice. Kent had dubbed the device the Brain Tube because he had trouble remembering Cerebral Enhancer. "Idiot jock," she said to his inert form. But she had to admit that Brain Tube WAS catchier.
As much as she wanted to yank the Brain Tube off Kent's head to end this nightmare, she didn't dare. Last time she did that the subject went literally crazy. She had no choice but to ride this out and wait for Kent to remove the helmet on his own. She had rushed to get to the second trial and was now paying the price for her impatience. But she knew how Imperial Corporation worked. They undoubtedly had others working on similar projects. She wasn't about to let someone else beat her to the finish line. She made a note on her I-pad in the folder unimaginably named 1:23 the time in the afternoon when she had started her experiment with Kent. That was barely three hours ago yet it felt like she has been dealing with this for weeks.
Her tired eyes went to her ex boyfriend Donny Stevens stretched out on a Lay-z-boy wearing the advanced auxiliary helmet connected to Kent's helmet by several slim wires and a coaxial cable. Donny had popped in on her in the middle of her disaster with Kent. Kent and Donny were best friends going way back so Harriet came up with the brilliant idea to send Donny in to talk Kent into removing his helmet.
"What was I thinking sending this idiot in?" she said.
Her hope of staying in contact with Donny had failed from the start. Panic set in and she itched to pull the auxiliary helmet off his head. She was pretty sure she could yank the thing off Donny's head without dire consequences. She didn't do it though, she had to allow him time to succeed. TIME itself was a problem in the Brain Tube world. Her last trip in with the auxiliary helmet took her nearly twenty four hours Brain Tube time to hook up with Kent. In the real world only eleven minutes had lapsed. She made a note that Donny had been under for ten minutes and that it added up to about a day in the helmet.
The time problem was insignificant compared to the hyper sexual experiences the Brain Tube created with a user. For reasons outside Harriet's control, her device focused in on the part of the brain that dealt with sexual arousal. She had hoped that the auxiliary helmet would be different.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Like the Brain Tube, the auxiliary helmet had triggered her darkest sexual desires. In combination with Kent Orlando's sexual visions, it was impossible for her to function in the world of the helmet. She hoped that Donny was fairing better.
"Gotta be a way to preempt the sex stuff," she said aloud as she sat at her work table to solder contacts on the newest version of the Brain Tube. It was two thirds smaller than the one currently on Kent's head and totally wireless. Her laptop beeped. It was the KHT program reporting in with updates.
One percent of the Alice Mihara problem still remained.
Twenty percent of the Kent Orlando constructs deleted.
Do you want to Purge/fold/Harriet/Kono?
That last part made her frown. She clicked show details. The file was created before her first test with Alice Mihara. She couldn't recall creating this fold thing or why her name was attached to it? She hated loose ends so clicked YES to purge.
Her cell phone vibrated on her work table making her yelp. She looked at the incoming call. It was Imperial Corp headquarters.
"Not now," she moaned but knew she couldn't ignore a call from the people signing her fat paychecks. She picked up the phone and said in her best professional voice, "This is Harriet Kono, how may I help you?"
"Hello Harriet, this is Lee Imperial. How are you doing?"
"Mr. Imperial?" Harriet asked aghast nearly choking on her words.
Lee Imperial was her boss. Hell he was EVERYBODY'S boss. Lee Imperial was Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Mark Zukerberg all rolled into one. Mr. Imperial's ambition to be the first successful private space faring company was nearly realized. His man to Mars mission was just a year away from launch. She had never met him face to face. He called her only once on the phone six months ago after the fiasco with Alice Mihara. He had asked a couple of questions but didn't seem overly upset at her failure. Still, she had sensed his disappointment with her. Paranoia set in. Somehow he KNOWS I'm screwing up again!
"I've been hearing some interesting things about you and your Cerebral Enhancer," Imperil said in his deep baritone. He sounded like the actor George Takei.
"We call it the Brain Tube now," she said and cringed for correcting the smartest and riches man on the planet with such an insipid detail.
"Catchy, I like it," Imperial said. "How is your cousin Alice Mihara doing?"
"Um ... fine," she said automatically even though she hadn't seen or spoken to Alice since the first test run of the Brain Tube months ago.
"I hear you are starting with a new subject?" he asked casually.
"Yes, I'm in the middle of that right now," Harriet said doing her best to sound calm.
"I won't take up your precious time," he said. "I'm looking forward to your report, Harriet. The team heads say you are an exceptional technician."
"Thank you Mr. Imperial."
"Please call me Lee. I will look forward to your report." He hung up.
Harriet put down the phone and looked at Kent Orlando and Donny Stevens laid out with the Brain Tube head gear. Her heart sank knowing that her future depended on a dumb jock and his stoner best friend both from the same stupid hick town named Byle.
"This is Harriet's fold?" Kent Orlando of Byle Ohio, asked giving the innocuous revolving door a dubious look. He had entered a similar door at the start of his adventures in the world of the Brain Tube. At the time he didn't realize that he had entered into Harriet Kono's fold. The door was fixed into a gray rock wall that seem to go on forever to the right and left and more than a hundred feet up above their heads. The last time Kent had entered into Harriet's fold he was nearly killed by Alice Mihara. That same Alice now stood along side him. According to River Tam, Alice was a left over echo of the REAL Alice Mihara, the first Brain Tube test subject. Also with him were three women conjured up by the Brain Tube from his base sexual fantasies. First Nefertiti Ulmat, the cute Filipino teacher's assistant from his anthropology class, next was the sexy Natasha Romanoff of Avengers fame and finally, the beautiful mysterious Yukio from the X-men movies.
"We have to find Donny Stevens," Yukio said.
"Donny was eaten by a giant evil clown," Kent said to the slim Asian girl armed with samurai swords, her hair was a bright candy apple red. She wore khaki tights, black boots and a snug black sweater.
"THAT was the Donny of this world, I'm referring to the Donny from your world," Yukio said.
"No way, the dude is in Ohio not here in Honolulu," Kent insisted.
"I assure you that he is here and is using the auxiliary helmet," Yukio said. "He is our best path to Harriet."
"We are at the back entrance to Harriet's fold. Donny is waiting at the other end," Natasha Romanoff said. "We're gonna have to cross the fold to get to him."
"Can't I just call up another magic door?" Kent asked.
"They're unpredictable," Alice said. "We could find ourselves in the middle of Kate's horde next time."
"Kate's a smart monster," Natasha said. "She's probably figured out the summoned door thing already. She'll be watching out for them from here on out." Natasha drew her two side arms and gave them a serious once over. Her hair was a more natural red than Yukio's cartoon shade. She wore her classic leather form fitting top, puffy green camouflage pants and old army boots. Everything below the waist was borrowed from the crew of the Serenity. Natasha and Yukio had showed up on the scene bottomless.
"Why the guns?" Kent asked. "You made it sound like this is a safe place to be?"
"Safe from Kate and her murdering legions," Natasha said as she took stock of her ammo. "In general, Harriet's fold is a dangerous place."
"Harriet isn't here to keep the place under relative peace," Neffie said. "Her base emotions in the form of the killer clowns have taken control and her sexual fantasies are running unchecked."
"That accounts for the weird bottomless crap I had to deal with," Yukio said.
"Be glad that's the worst that happened to you," Natasha said. "Everyone take stock of your weapons. We may have to fight our way to the other end to get to Donny."
Alice had an energy rifle from the Serenity with one full charge. Neffie was armed with her Dirty Harry handgun. Kent's only weapon was a crowbar he named Russel. Yukio of course had her swords.
"Kent's fold is under attack," Neffie said. "We need him to keep it standing."
"Yukio and I will go get Donny," Natasha said. "Kent, protect your fold. Take Alice and Neffie. We'll come find you when we find Donny."
Yukio and Natasha went to the revolving door.
"Lose the bottom first," Natasha said as she kicked off her army boots.
Yukio rolled her eyes. "Can't we just shoot and hack our way through those creepy clowns?"
"There are thousands of them," Natasha said as she dropped her pants.
Kent did his best not to ogle their naked asses and dark pubes. The bottomless sirens pushed through the revolving door leading to Harriet Kono's dark inner mind.
"Um now what?" Kent asked.
"We find the part of your fold still holding strong against Kate and her fucked up legion," Alice said.
"I'll call in some of my feelers," Neffie said. She holstered her big gun and pulled out her cell phone.
Kent eyed the cute Filipino girl in her jeans as she walked away to make her calls. "She is one handy chick to have around," Kent said.
"She's a great friend," Alice agreed.
After a long silence, Kent asked Alice, "What did River Tam mean when she called you a Batu?"
"I have no idea," Alice said.
"She said that you need to discover what you are," Kent went on.
"I REALLY don't wanna have this conversation right now," Alice said with her hackles up.
"Sorry," Kent said quickly backing off. The chick was on the cute petite side but Kent had seen her turn into a killing giant once before. She claimed she couldn't do that anymore since her so called fold had been destroyed by Kate and her legion.
Neffie walked back. "I got us a ride to the center of the resistance," Neffie said. "It's an old friend of yours, Alice."
"A Kent version of someone I know?" Alice asked.
"No, she's from your fold," Neffie said. "She's a crossover like me. She was in Kent's fold when Kate attacked."
The distinct clopping of horse hooves on hard stone came their way. A woman riding a horse and leading several other riderless horses came their way from down the long stoney path.
"Who do I know rides a horse?" Alice asked Nefertiti.
"Ya know nothing, Alice Mihara," shouted the rider from a distance.
Alice whooped and broke into a run to meet the rider.
"One of my fantasies?" Kent asked.
"Ygritte from Game of Thrones," Neffie said. "Lucky for her You've had a lot of dirty fantasies about her lately. My favorite is when she had you tied up in a snow cave and she peed all over your—"
"Got it," Kent said. "Does she ... um ... know that she's a ..."
"A sexual fantasy?" Neffie finished for him. "Yes she does."
"She'd kind of a tough chick," Kent said worried. "Will she resent that?"
"She'll probably cut your throat first chance she gets," Neffie said offhandedly.
Kent swallowed hard and rubbed at his tender neck.
Neffie laughed. "We all know what we are. Remember Theodora and the crew of the serenity? They took it in stride."
"Yeah," he said. His dick responded predictably recalling resent events.
Neffie giggled and said, " I know where you went. Better put Mr. Happy away for I'm sure that horseback riding and erections are a bad mix."
"Harriet is curious about your progress," the new messenger avatar in the form of the controversial porn star Sasha Grey said in a pleasing sexy voice.
"Okay ..." Donny Stevens, self proclaimed stoner from Byle, Ohio said. He stood a few feet away from Sasha. When she took a step toward him he jumped back.
"You seem suspicious?" Sasha asked.
"I was warned that this place can fuck with your head," Donny said.
"No head fucking, I promise," Sasha said crossing her heart giving him a cute sexy smile.
"How do I know that you aren't part of Kate's horde?" Donny asked. Just a couple of hours ago, Donny was nearly given the kiss of death by Kate the killer program impersonating Storm from the X-men.
"If I were one of Kate's horde you would already be dead," Sasha said pleasantly.
"Good point," Donny said. "So ... what does Harriet wanna know?"
"First of all," Sasha said, "are you keeping to the mission of finding Kent? And due to the highly sexual nature of the Brain Tube, she also wants to know if you are literally fucking around?"
He thought of the outrageous scene with Phoebe, Rachel and Monica from the old 'Friends' TV series just a little while ago. That was certainly fucking around but it DID get him a LITTLE closer to finding Kent.
"Staying on mission," he said. "I have um ... helpers out looking for Kent as we speak. I'm waiting for them to get back to me."
"I shall relay that to Harriet," Sasha said. She closed her eyes and stood still. Donny took the moment to eye her up. Like the real Sasha Grey, she was slim and gorgeous. She wore a tight red top and skinny jeans. All the porn movies he had seen with Sasha Grey filed through his head. Sasha blinked opened her exotic eyes. He always wondered if she had some Asian in her.
"Odd," she said. "I can't get through to Harriet." She frowned and looked off in the distance. Donny followed her gaze but saw nothing but the long rocky path. "Kate has gotten audacious. She is coming here looking for you."
"What?" Donny asked in a panic. "But I thought I was safe here in Harriet's fold?"
"You are just outside her fold so not privy to her full protection. But still, getting this close is very daring. I suggest that you go inside."
"But the Avengers chick Natasha told me to stay out here?" Donny said. Mostly, he was afraid to face the killer clowns that ran the show in Harriet's fold.
Lighting flashed way down the stone path, seconds later, thunder rumbled.
"She is coming," Sasha said. Red fiery bursts lit up the distance. "Odd ... she is in the form of a character from Tolkien," Sasha said. "A belrog I think?"
"No way!" Donny yelled. He had joked about a belrog with Yukio not long ago. A vague human shape raced at them fast. And it was big ... REAL big! The thing let out a deafening roar. A sudden rush of hot wind stirred Donny's hair. The wind smelled of charred hair with a background of burnt animal guts. "Fuck me!" Donny yelled and rushed through the revolving doors and stumbled into an office setting with cold florescent lighting overhead. His heart slammed hard in his chest as he looked around. This wasn't the same spot he had exited only minutes ago although it was the same door he had passed through. Close by was a desk manned by a security guard in black. Beyond the desk was a ubiquitous metal detector that lead to more office space beyond. A cheesy Muzak version of The Miracles' Tears of a Clown' filled the air. It was all so ordinary. The only flaw was the hideous rubber clown mask the guard wore. No ... not a mask he corrected. It was the dude's actual face. Sasha stood at Donny's side but he didn't recall her entering the revolving door with him.
"My he's an ugly one," Sasha said looking at the clown.
"Hello Ms. Grey," the clown said blandly.
Donny squirmed. Insulting the clowns seemed like a bad idea.
"Welcome back Mr. Stevens," the clown guard said with a pointy tooth grin just for him. He reached into his desk and handed Donny a plastic identification tag with his name written in jittery black, Sharpie marker. Smiley face stickers flanked his name. Donny clipped it on with no question.
"Hello Lovecraft," Sasha said to the clown.
"Escorting or dropping off?" Lovecraft the nightmare clown asked Sasha.
"I'm Virgil today," she said giving the clown a warm smile.
Lovecraft handed her a identification tag too. "This is a bottomless area Ms. Grey." The clown said in a tone like he expected trouble from her.
"As Harriet's new number one avatar I am exempt from floor rules," Sasha said as she pinned her name tag over her left breast. Daisy stickers flanked her name.
"Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said sounding like a cop about to lose his patients. "The rules have been set up by—"
"No one," Sasha said cutting him off.
Stop fucking with the clown Donny wanted to say.
Sasha continued. "This place is running on impulse. The rules are arbitrary and you know it."
"Oh my god," Donny whispered as literal steam poured out of the ears and nostrils of Lovecraft the clown.
"Besides," Sasha said undaunted, "you have one of Kate's legion in the form of a Tolkien monster right out side the door."
"You are mistaken," Lovecraft said. "KHT wouldn't dare come near here." Seated in his groaning office chair, Lovecraft wheeled himself over to a bank of security monitor screens.
On one of the monitors a fiery monster, mouth agape, eyes burning filled the screen.
"How dare she!" Lovecraft bellowed. The clown picked up a phone and put it to his ear. "Barker! Get Straub and King and come to entry CC37! Code nine-nine, stat!" he slammed down the phone. Lovecraft lifted his considerable bulk from his seat, he was near seven feet tall standing. He went to a nearby cabinet, pulled out a gun belt, put it around his big waist then pulled out an ugly gnarly sword that would make an orc chieftain proud. Three other ugly clown guards stepped through a door that Donny was sure wasn't there a couple of seconds ago. The guards carried big shotguns along with swords strapped to their backs.
"We will continue this conversation another time, Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said as he lead his cronies to the revolving door.
"I'll look forward to it," Sasha called after him with her winning warm smile.
Donny looked at the security monitor showing the four clowns facing the belrog from several different angles. The clowns were the size of puppies compared to Tolkien's monster. "Those guys are toast," Donny said.
"Never underestimate Harriet's clowns," Sasha said. "Come, I'll give you a tour of the facilities." She took his arm and lead him down the ordinary looking office hallway lined with doors.
"This place is what you guys call a fold right?" Donny asked eying up the doors.
"Yes, it is a mental reflection of Harriet Kono's desires," Sasha said. "But don't think that this is just a dream or fantasy. This place is real and very deadly."
"But not for me," Donny said confidant that it was game over and back to his life the moment he took off the helmet.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Sasha said. "Something bad happened to the first person to use the Brain Tube."
"What you mean?" Donny asked startled.
"Alice Mihara's behavior was altered according to Harriet's notes."
"The Alice chick went mental after using the Brain Tube?" Donny asked shocked.
"Yes, according to the first draft of Harriet's report to Imperial Corporation. She delete that bit of information in the final draft."
"But Harriet said this was safe?"
"Clearly she withheld information to garner your help."
"That's the main reason I broke up with her. She was always hording secrets like Golem and his fucking precious." He quickly looked around to see if the creepy little freak would appear like the belrog had. "I'm taking the helmet off right now and having it out with her!"
"Your friend Kent may need your help soon," Sasha said. "If you remove the helmet no telling how much time will pass before you can return."
"Fuck that!" Donny said. "I'm yanking the Brain Tube shit off his head too before his brain cooks!"
"That would be unwise," Sasha said. "It was the sudden removal of the helmet that caused the behavioral dysfunction with Alice."
"Whoa! If I take off the helmet like right now I could go mental too?" Donny asked.
"That is definite with Kent but Harriet fixed that glitch with the auxiliary helmet ... in theory."
"IN THEORY?" Donny yelled.
"Sudden removal of the auxiliary helmet has not been tested yet," Sasha said.
"HARRIET!" Donny yelled at the ceiling. "Get me out of here without fucking my head up!"
"Her communication program has failed," Sasha said. "The time difference is too hard to overcome."
"What am I suppose to do?" Donny asked perplexed.
"Wait for Harriet to find a way to make contact or find your friend Kent Orlando and bring him to heel like Harriet wants. Either way it's a waiting game."
"Sounds simple," Donny said. "In the mean time all I have to do is avoid a demon belrog, thousands of flesh eating uglies loyal to Kate and a host of fucked up horror movie clowns who would like to pull my beating heart from my chest."
"At least you are in good company," Sasha said giving him a dazzling smile. "Come, I'll give you a tour of Harriet's interesting mind," Sasha took his arm and steered him down the long office hall lined with doors.
"What about the clowns?" Donny asked looking back at the revolving door. He could see flashes of fire through the glass on the other side.
"They'll be busy with Kate for now."
"What are all these doors?" Donny asked of the long hall.
"Harriet's fantasies and dirty secrets," Sasha said.
"Behind everyone of these doors is something Harriet is into?"
"Yes."
"Are all folds like this?" Donny asked as they passed a door marked SHAMEFUL UNDERWEAR followed by BOTTOMLESS IN A PUBLIC POOL. He tried the knob to the latter but it was locked.
"No. Harriet is ashamed of her sexual side. She compartmentalizes then hides things behind locked doors." Sasha said. "Other folds are different. Alice Mihara's fold was a forest landscape right out of a European fairytale before it was destroyed. Kent Orlando's is a city scape with the Honolulu University campus at the northern edge. Kate has destroyed the campus and is attacking the rest of Kent's fold as we speak. Nefertiti Ulamat's fold is a beautiful and heavily fortified castle. For some reason, Kate hasn't got to her fold yet even though she's on the hit list too."
Donny stopped at a door marked THE MATRIX and rattled the knob. "Too bad they're all locked," he said. "Be fun to see what's behind this one."
"I'm her new messenger avatar, I got the keys," Sasha said. "But I suggest we stay away from THAT particular door."
"What about this one?" Donny asked pointing at a door marked ICE QUEEN.
"Sounds safer," Sasha said with a shrug. She produced a big set of keys from nowhere, sorted through them, inserted a key into the lock and opened the door. Like in a surrealist painting, it opened up in thin air onto a forest landscape.
"Whoa," Donny said, stepping though the door. "It's like we're in a Disney animated movie."
He walked over to a nearby tree that appeared to be a maple. Close up the tree trunk sparkled with unexpected detail. "Awesome," he whispered as he ran his ringers along the cartoon trunk. Like he was stoned, he found the back of his hand irresistibly fascinating. "Whoa, I'm animated too. Is this computer generated?"
Sasha laughed. "Silly, this entire universe is computer generated."
"Oh yeah, the helmet ... right."
"Have you ever considered that the world you come from is computer generated too?" Sasha asked.
"I'm from the real world," Donny said automatically as he stared at his palm.
"So you say," Sasha said. "I've studied your world on line. Competitive eating? Lacrosse? Endless cat videos? Lite beer? Donald Trump? It seems too bizarre to be truly real don't you think?"
"If you reduce it to THOSE heinous details, sure pretty bizarre," Donny conceded. He looked away from his hand at Sasha. "Noway," he said in awe. She had turned into an Disney version of the beautiful ex-porn star. She still wore her red top and jeans but her figure was a pleasing but slightly exaggerated hourglass shape. Her hair was raven black with dark blue highlights and her brown eyed were unnaturally huge although still with that Asian flare in her cute and beautiful cartoon face. "You are totally hot animated," he said.
Sasha laughed. "You're not bad yourself."
He did a classic muscle man pose and glanced at his biceps. "Look at me, I'm buff!" A sudden cool breeze made him shiver. "Is it getting cold?" he asked.
"Yes," Sasha said hugging herself.
Donny marveled at a sight he knew he'd NEVER see in a Disney animation feature, Sasha's nipples stiffening under her clinging red top. Snowflakes started to fall around them.
"Is winter kicking in?" Donny asked trembling in his t-shirt and surfer shorts. He was dressed for balmy Honolulu not this.
"It appears so," Sasha said shivering too. Snow clung to her hair and dusting her shoulders.
"Who are you?," came a voice from a crop of trees nearby. Donny turned and saw a silhouetted figure with large luminous blue eyes looking out at him from the shadows. The eyes blinked several times then the figure stepped into the light of the clearing.
Donny's own animated eyes widened. "Queen Elsa?" he whispered.
"Where are we going?" Kent asked Ygritte the wilding woman from the popular HBO series. He clopped along side her on a gray spotted horse. They had left the stony canyon a long time ago and journeyed through an endless grass plain.
"To the battlefield," Ygritte said patting the neck of her sleek brown horse that looked fast and fit.
Kent waited for her to elaborate. She didn't. "Um ... what is this battlefield?" he asked.
"This is your fold Kent Orlando ... you tell me," Ygritte said in her accented English. He recalled that the actress who played the part was Scottish.
"I have no idea—"
"Ya know nothing Kent Orlando," Ygritte said with a microscopic smile turning up one side of her mouth.
"DON'T get her started on that," Alice warned from behind them. Alice rode a black stallion that seemed annoyed at the slow pace the party was taking. Kent totally sympathized with the horse. He felt they were moving agonizingly slow too.
"Where did you get these beautiful horses?" Neffie asked as she scratched the neck of her white feisty pony.
"Ambushed a group of Dothraki riders that strayed too close to wilding territory," Ygritte said.
Kent frowned. "Dothraki and wildings were nowhere near each other on the map," Kent said recalling the iconic opening credits to the HBO series.
Alice rolled her eyes.
Neffie giggled and said, "She's setting you up."
"For what?" Kent asked.
"For this," Alice said.
"YA KNOW NOTHING KENT ORLANDO!" Ygritte shouted. She laughed and kicked her horse into a run. Alice charged after her.
"What's this battlefield?" Kent asked Neffie.
"That's what Ygritte calls it. It's the surviving remnants of your fold converging for one last stand against Kate."
"Who the fuck is this Kate?" Kent asked. "And why does she want to destroy my fold?"
"She is an Imperial Corp purge program called the Killer Hive Tracker or KHT for short.
"KHT?" Kent mused. "Oh I get it! KHT Kate.
Neffie nodded. "Harriet launched it to kill Alice and now it's after you."
"Charming," Kent said. He watched Alice and Ygritte galloping up ahead. "Those two seem pretty tight."
"They've done a lot together," Neffie said. "Until I found Ygritte I was the only survivor from her fold."
"So Ygritte was a sexual fantasy of Alice?" Kent asked.
"No she's mine," Neffie said.
Kent gave her a surprised look. He wondered if the
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real Neffie was into girls too. "Wait a minute? How can she be yours? You just said that she was from Alice's fold?"
"Yeah, but I was the one who conjured her," Neffie said. "That's when I first found out I was Batu. I didn't have a fold at the time so she became part of Alice's."
"Batu?" Kent asked. "That's what River called Alice. What's a Batu."
"Acronym for Binary Artificial Tech Unit."
"Like you?"
"Yes," Neffie said. "But poor Alice has convinced herself that she was once human now turned into a computer program. But it's the other way around and she doesn't want to face that."
"Swamp thing," Kent said.
"What?" Neffie asked.
"Swamp Thing, DC comic book character," Kent explained. "The Swamp Thing was the classic comic book creation. A man is doused with fucked up chemicals in a swamp and comes back to life part man part plant. Years later a writer named Allen Moore took over the book and he up ended the origin story."
Neffie closed her eyes as they rode.
Kent had seen her do that a couple of times before. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Going on line to read the Swamp Thing," she said eyes still closed.
"You can do that?"
"Yes."
"Could I do it?" Kent asked.
"Probably," Neffie said. "I wouldn't try it though. You'd only get lost." She opened her eyes. "For years the Swamp Thing thought he was a man pretending to be a plant."
Kent nodded. "Then he found out from some government research file that he was a PLANT pretending to be a man."
"Freaked him out," Neffie said.
"He totally fucked up the people who kept his true identity from him," Kent said. After a few seconds of quiet Kent asked, "You think Alice will flip when she finds out what she is?"
"I think she knows what she is," Neffie said. "But denial is a powerful drug."
Alice and Ygritte came trotting back toward Neffie and Kent.
"Why are we clopping around with these horses?" Kent asked voicing his restlessness. "Why don't I conjure up a jeep 4x4 or better yet a jet?"
"Kate is looking for something overt like that," Neffie said. "Lucky for us she has no imagination and won't be watching for a group of people crawling along on horse back."
"We camp at a gully up ahead," Ygritte said.
"Um ... I feel like we should get to the battlefield quicker," Kent said.
"Time is different here," Neffie said. "We'll get there with plenty to spare."
Neffie, Alice and Ygritte unpacked the horses. Kent tried to help but only got in the way. "I could conjure up something to eat?" Kent said really wanting to help.
"That would be helpful," Neffie said.
"He better not," Alice said. "Kate is watching. If she senses Kent she'll send the hoard."
Ygritte got her bow. "I'll see if I can get us an unlucky rabbit. Maybe a few quail eggs too."
"Let's try something easier," Neffie said. "Kent? Any sexual fantasies related to food?"
Kent frowned he could only think of one. It was kind of obscure not to mention embarrassing. "Nothing comes to mind," he lied.
"Get wood for a fire," Ygritte said.
Kent walked around looking for bits of wood in the dry gully. He stopped at a gnarly tree growing out of the wall. This was clearly a gully near Lake Oliver back in Ohio. It didn't surprise him that the place looked familiar since all of this was created from his memories and experiences. With his arms full of deadwood he headed back to the established camp.
"Someone is coming," Ygritte said looking out in the open grass plain with bow in hand. Kent dropped the wood and looked too.
"Is it Kate?" he asked worried.
"Don't know," Alice said.
In the fading light Kent barely made out a lone rider on horse back. Everyone drew weapon's.
"One of Kate's beasts?" Ygritte asked.
"More likely someone heading to the battlefield," Alice said.
"Who are you rider?" Ygritte called out. She had an arrow notched. The rider grew closer. Ygritte's bowstring tightened with a crackly leather squeak.
"I hear you all are hungry?" came a pleasant female voice.
"It's dinner!" Neffie said exhaling. The rider drew close enough to see.
Kent sighed. "It's the the chick from the Wendy's commercials." One night over beers he and Donny confessed about women from commercials they would like to fuck. It was just that one time yet here she was real and solid in the world of the Brain Tube. With Donny it had been a tossup with the big tits Verizon girl or the AT&T pink chick.
"Love your hair," Ygritte said.
"Born of fire. Call me Red," the perky fat food TV symbol. said
"Really?" Alice asked Kent. "You have sexual fantasies about the girl in the Wendy's commercials?"
"Be glad he does," Red said as she hopped off her ride which turned out to be a donkey and not a horse. She wore blue stretchy pants and a simple white top.
At least he she was dressed, Kent thought with relief. From saddlebags Red handed out paper bags filled with hot burgers and fries. From nowhere she produced a tray with large sodas.
"Smells so good," Ygritte said as she dug out a burger, tore away the paper and took a big bite. "The Gods be praised!" she said with a full mouth.
"Beats wild rabbit and quail eggs," Alice said with a full mouth.
"So ..." Neffie said to the bubbly redhead around a bite of burger,, "what exactly ARE Kent's fantasy with you?"
Red gave a thoughtful look. "The asiago cheese and—"
"Any chicken sandwiches in the bags?" Kent asked cutting off the conversation.
"I want to hear this," Neffie said.
"I thing Kent doesn't wants me to talk about the asiago cheese thing," Red said tentatively biting her lower lip. "Can I bring up the milkshake and chili thing?"
"Curly fries?" Kent asked digging through the bag. "Do we have curly fries?"
"There was the time I teamed up with that nice girl from T-Mobile on her cute pink motorcycle and we hooked up with that busty Verizon girl. We stripped Kent naked then he laid out for a female bukkake—"
"That's was Donny's fantasy not mine!" Kent yelled cutting her off.
"No ..." Red said thoughtfully. "I'm SURE that was you."
"I could be wrong," Ygritte said with a mouth full of junk food. "Maybe ya DO know something Kent Orlando."
The women had a good laugh at Kent's expense.
When all the food was distributed, the Wendy's girl mounted her donkey. "Meet you all at the battlefield," she said as she trotted off into the night. "Asiago!" she shouted somewhere out in the darkness.
"What exactly DID you do with asiago cheese?" Neffie asked.
Kent didn't bother answering as he chewed on a bacon double cheeseburger. The women laughed at him some more.
After the meal they settled around a big campfire made with the gathered wood. Alice lay on her side with her head in Neffie's lap. Neffie messed with her hair weaving it into a complicated pleat. Ygritte sat cross legged slurping the last of her soda on the opposite side of the fire from Kent. "This is nectar of the gods," she said.
Kent handed her his half finished drink. She gladly took it. He studied her in the fire light. She was the spitting image of the The Game of Thrones character accent and all. Hell in a way she WAS Ygritte from the HBO series. She was dressed in suede leather from top to bottom like a Native American "I know nothing," Kent readily admitted. "But what do YOU know?"
Ygritte looked at her cup of soda, let out a hardy burp then said, "I know that this courtly nectar is not from the wilding side of the Wall." She gave a crooked smile. "I know that I am a free woman. I hold no allegiance to honey born Kings or Queens."
"You still seeing Jon Snow?" Kent asked offhandedly. Her smile faded quickly and her face clouded. After a short silence she got up and walked away from the fire into the dark.
"Guess I stepped in it huh?" Kent said sheepishly.
"The people of the helmet are very complicated entities," Neffie said as she secured the ends of Alice's hair with a leather tie she got from Ygritte. "Many have lived complete lives some have even died ... like Ygritte. Kind of messes with your head."
"How does she feel about being here now ... you know in the world of the helmet?" Kent asked.
"She's had time to adjust and to accept what she is. Not all entities make the adjustment though. Maximus the gladiator guy was a total mess."
"Oh god don't bring HIM up," Alice said.
"He refused to accept what he was and went a little nuts. I really felt bad for him."
"He nearly killed you, Neffie," Alice said. "If Legolas hadn't put three arrows in him he would have cut you in half like a roast chicken at the Stonehenge feast."
"The what feast?" Kent asked.
"The Stonehenge feast," Neffie said. "It's like our Christmas here in the helmet. Anyway, not everyone adjusts," Neffie said.
"You clearly have," Kent said.
"I'm different form your standard fantasy," Neffie said, "I'm based on an existing person that Alice and you knew. Unlike a fictional character with preexisting parameters, I was allowed to fill in gaps on my own from the start. In time, a preexisting entity will do that too."
"I though I had you down pretty good?" Alice said.
"Ya know nothing Alice Mihara," Neffie said mocking Ygritte's accent.
"Ass hole," Alice said.
"Anyway," Kent said. "Sorry for upsetting Ygritte.
"She's a little bit of a drama queen," Alice said playing with her new hairdo. She looked like a Greek warrior with her long hair pleated.
"You should go to her," Neffie said to Kent.
"I suck at this kind of thing," Kent said. "Alice should go since they're friends."
"Alice will just piss her off even more. Go," Neffie insisted.
Reluctantly, Kent got up and walked away from the fire into the darkness. It didn't take him long to stumble over something.
"You swag like a fat mammoth baby," Ygritte said from somewhere in the darkness.
"I'm a city boy at heart," Kent said. He spun in a slow circle trying to locate her voice.
"Sorry for my rudeness," she said. "Jon Snow is a subject that I can't clear my head of."
"No biggie," he said. He honed in on her voice and was positive he was facing her. He let out an unmanly yelp when a hand touched his back.
"They wouldn't have ya on the Night Watch," Ygritte said as her arms slipped around his chest from behind. "What's ya world like Kent Orlando?" she asked in a whisper.
"I'm a second string basketball player at a sub division collage in the middle of the Pacific. Not as interesting as the one you're from," he said.
"By interesting ya mean death and senseless cruelty?"
Kent shrugged having no answer to that.
"I spoke to others who have met you Kent Orlando. They say you're an idiot but brave and loyal."
"Um ... thanks for the stirring review," Kent said.
She turned him around to face her, that's when he discovered that she was naked.
"Interesting," Kent said.
"Am I interrupting?" came a soft voice from the darkness.
"Yes you are queen of the great river," Ygritte said sounding a little annoyed.
"That would be the Nile," Neffie said.
"I'm naked and have plans don't you know?" Ygritte said.
"Why didn't you say so?" Neffie said.
Although he could hardly see a thing, Kent knew that Neffie was stripping down. "Man! I wish there was some light," he said.
"Be careful of wishin'" Ygritte said. "In this world they too often come true."
"I have someplace we can go," Neffie said. A rectangle of light appeared. Neffie had conjecture a door to somewhere. "This leads to my fold," Neffie said.
"I that it was destroyed after the Serenity rescue?" Kent said.
"That was a decoy. My fold is safe and sound."
"Isn't that Kate bitch going to smell this?" Ygritte asked shielding her eyes from the sudden light.
"I found the perfect hiding spot," Neffie assured her.
Kent's eyes drank in the naked bodies of the two women nicely displayed by the light of the summoned door. Ygritte was pale and slim with pleasing high end A-cups, a nice waist, delightful hips, a dark red patch of hair adorned her pubic mound. Neffie was slimmer, with medium dark skin, smaller breasts, her pubes jet black.
"Come on in." she opened the door.
They stepped into a large lit living room decorated somewhere between an Egyptian temple and a modern plush living room with a hint of video arcade.
"Welcome to my abode," Neffie said, holding her arms out and spinning in a circle looking outstanding doing it naked.
"Where is the fool's ball table!" Ygritte asked totally excited.
"Foosball," Neffie corrected with a roll of her eyes. "Of all the miracles of modern living I have to offer and it's Foosball you ask about?"
"I could use more of that sobo drink too?" Ygritte said.
"Soda," Neffie corrected. She headed in the direction of her kitchen.
"I love that cleaver table game," Ygritte said as she charged over to the Foosball table near a large curtained window. "Come Kent Orlando prove you are worthy!" She spun two rows of players violently.
"Um ... do we have time?" Kent asked. As pleasant as it was being in the company of the naked beauties, the coming confrontation with Kate weighed heavily on him. Playing Foosball was the last thing on his mind.
"In the world of the Brain Tube time is tangential," Neffie said from the kitchen.
Kent stared at her blankly.
"Digressive? Irrelevant? Nonlinear?
"As reliable as a Queen a Lannister promise," Ygritte added.
"I thought that Kate was hunting for your fold too?" Kent asked.
"As long as your fold holds out, Kate will never find my house. But the moment you fall this place is doomed," Neffie said.
"Great ... no pressure," Kent said,
"We on the wilding edge of Kent's world?" Ygritte asked. As she dropped the little white ball through the slot and watched it roll about the playing field of the Foosball table.
"We're not in Kent's fold at all," Neffie said.
"Harriet's?" Kent asked.
"Alice's" Neffie said as approached with a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two bottles of Bud Lite lime.
"You daft girl??" Ygritte asked. "There is NO Alice fold anymore.
"Yes there is," Neffie said, "It just lifeless is all." Neffie handed out the drinks then went to the drawn curtain near the Foosball table and pulled it aside. Outside the window was a bleak apocalyptic landscape occupied by thousands of Kate's ugly minions going all the way out to the distant horizon. Just off in the near distance was the Stonehenge faery ring.
"Cersei tits," Ygritte whispered.
"We are so fucked," Kent whispered.
"We're safe," Neffie said. "Those guys are too stupid to see us. Like I said before, Kate has no imagination. It would never occur to her to look for me at the center of Alice's dead world. But Kent is right, this place is fucked if his fold falls." She sipped her beer.
Kent took it upon himself to close the curtain. The scene outside the window looked too much like a scene from that hellish Hieronymus Bosch painting.
"Come Kent Orlando play the fools ball with me," Ygritte said.
"Hell on earth is just outside these walls and you wanna play Foosball?" Kent asked nonplussed.
"Only a fool wants to live forever," Ygritte said.
"Or a fools ball player," Kent quipped
"Relax, we're safe for now," Neffie said.
"Game on," Kent said totally unconvinced.
Ygritte scored a slamming goal on him two seconds after the serve.
"I wasn't ready," Kent complained as he took firmer hold of the playing handles on his side of the table. She scored on him the second time just as easily. On the third set he manged to score on her after a long volley. Did it again on the forth serve.
"Finally a worthy opponent,"Ygritte said breathing hard from exertion. The rise and fall of her milky A-cup chest proved too much of a distraction and she went ahead on the next serve. Kent stamped down his libido just long enough to score two more times on her.
Ygritte took a long draw on her soda then asked, "Care to wager on the win?"
"Like money?" Kent asked.
"Nothing so base," Ygritte said. "The loser has to stick his tongue deep up the winners arse."
His interest spiked at the thought of redheaded Ygritte's wilding warm tongue up his neither region. "You're on," he said.
"I should warn you that she beat Thor at this game," Alice said suddenly among them. "Saw the door and thought I'd see what Neffie is up to." She eyed the two naked women. "No need to ask I guess." Alice looked around. "Like what you done with the place. Where is Scarlet Witch and Sue Storm?"
"Sent them to the battlefield," Neffie said. "Beer?"
"Not that lite crap. Got Kirin?"
"Always," Neffie said and got Alice her beer.
"Let the contest begin," Alice said raising her beer.
Ygritte scored several consecutive unchallenged points on Kent.
"Hustled by a medieval lass!" Neffie said as Ygritte slammed home the match point.
"One more and I win that wet tongue!" Ygritte said. She was gloriously sweaty and absolutely glowing with excitement. "I"ll give ya a bit of hope Kent Orlando. If you score the next point ya win."
Kent nodded. Ygritte put the ball in play. He went after it fast and furious. The satisfying sound of the ball slamming into Ygritte's goal slot made him howl in victory. Then he noticed that she didn't have her hand on her goalie handle. She had LET him win.
"Where are you hiding your house exactly?" Alice asked Neffie.
Neffie drew the curtain for her.
"Jesus Girl! You are fucking crazy," Alice said.
"Maybe we can bring your fold back when we get to Harriet?"
"Yeah ... maybe," Alice said tearing up as she watched Hate's monsters teaming around Stonehenge like ants. "I'll go back to the gully and keep watch for Natasha and Yukio," Alice said.
"Why don't you stay?" Neffie asked.
"Not in the mood," Alice said and headed to the door.
"I could call someone up that you like?" Neffie said.
"Outside you two, everyone I know was killed by Kate?" Alice said.
"I could find someone you like from MY fold?"
Alice half laughed. "No one is crazy enough to come here with all THAT outside."
"I know someone who might," Neffie said. She closed her eyes and seconds later a rhythmic knock came at the door. "Enter," Neffie said. The door slowly drifted open and a cloud of smoke billowed into the space. Seconds later in stepped Keanu Reeves with a cigarette nestled in the corner of his mouth.
"Matrix?" Alice asked with raised eyebrows.
"Constantine at your service," Keanu said with a gracious bow.
"Guess I'll stay," Alice said with mock reluctance.
Donny stared slack jawed at Elsa the Ice Queen from the the popular animated musical. She was dressed in her classic blue outfit from her big coming out scene. Like Sasha, Elsa's nipples were front and enter. Clearly, the FCC had no sway in THIS animated world.
"I'm Sasha, Harriet's new avatar," Sasha said to big eyed Elsa.
"What happened to Huxtable?" Elsa asked.
"Deleted by the killer hive tracker," Sasha said.
"Can't say that I'll miss him," Elsa said. "That bird never failed to let me know that HE was Harriet's favorite." Elsa gave Donny a critical once over. "Who is this?" the Ice Queen asked.
"Donny Stevens from Harriet's world," Sasha said.
"Harriet's world? Truly?" Elsa asked sounding doubtful.
"Let down your mind block and allow Elsa to see who you are," Sasha said to Donny.
Not quiet sure how to do that, Donny focused in on NOT hearing Everclear's Santa Monica that was constantly running through his head in an endless loop.
"Oh my you truly are," Elsa said with raised eyebrows. "Will you take word back to Harriet for me?"
"Um, sure," Donny said still in awe at being in the presents of this animated icon. It was like meeting the president or Alice Cooper.
"Tell Harriet that the clowns have become unruly and have to go."
"Yeah, I will," Donny said.
"Do the clowns come here?" Sasha asked.
"Not lately," Elsa said. She waved for Sasha and Donny to follow.
Donny's eyes studied Elsa's splendid ass in her tight blue dress.
"Enjoying the view Mr. Stevens?" Elsa asked with a backward glance over her shoulder.
"Um—What?" he stammered.
"You are imagining her naked," Sasha said. "Better put your block back up before you get yourself in trouble."
"Right, right, right," Donny said as he mentally kicked the song back in gear.
The steady fall of snow blanketed the animated world around him in whites tinted blue, pink and purple. Elsa lead them into a clearing populated by ice carvings of people. Because of the building snow, the features of the carvings were indistinct. There were roughly twenty statues in the clearing but several more were scattered among the trees. Elsa dusted off the nearest statue to reveal a detailed ice carving of one of Harriet's killer clowns.
"Weird," Donny said. "Why would anyone carve one of THESE uglies?" Two seconds later, the clue bus ran him over. This wasn't a statue it was one of the clowns frozen to death by Elsa. A chill unrelated to the cold ran up Donny's spine.
"These were the first two that showed up at my door," Elsa said dusting snow off another iced clown. "They insisted that I obey the new rules of the land that females must expose their bottoms. Needless to say I froze them. A dozen armed clowns showed up the next day with a writ." She let out a a soft girlish laugh. "Why they thought that writing down their foolish rules would impress me was so ludicrous." Elsa raised her arms and a sudden cold wind cleaned off a group of frozen clowns all armed to the teeth with swords and guns. The lead clown was frozen in the act of reading from a scroll. "More followed and I froze them too." Donny gulped as he looked at all the frozen clowns scattered among the trees.
"Nettled by the constant interruptions," Elsa continued, "I went to clown headquarters. Believe me when I say that I HATE leaving my realm. I don't like the way I look and feel out there. That aside, I released a blizzard that lasted two months. I haven't seen a clown since." Elsa looked at the clown reading the writ. "I do believe this one is named Koontz?" She gripped the round nose of the frozen clown and broke it off. She laughed that girlish laugh again. "Got your nose," she said playfully then tossed it to Donny and he caught it.
A muffled moan come from somewhere. It took a couple of seconds for Donny to realized that moan came from the clown with the writ. "Gnarly," Donny whispered. The clown's eyes suddenly moved rolling his way and he quickly dropped the frozen nose in the snow.
Elsa dusted her hands and said, "You're both freezing. Come I'll get you something warm to wear."
"Natasha and Yukio will be looking for me. Maybe we should go back to the path?" Donny said still looking at poor frozen Koontz the noseless killer clown.
"No need to hurry," animated Sasha said. "I'll sense their arrival. Take in the sights. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you," Donny said not meaning it. This dark version of Elsa was NOTHING like the cute lovable character in the Disney movie and he desperately wanted to be clear of her before she decided to literally froze his ass. Elsa led them through the snowy forest. In spite of his fears, Donny did enjoyed the walk. Over the years he had imagined what it would be like to enter an animated world or video game. But as interesting as the sights were, Elsa and her curvy figure walking ahead drew most of his attention.
"Man," he whispered as blood stirred a certain part of his anatomy.
Over the years animation features and video games played a big part in Donny's coming of age. Now here he was living an encounter probably dreamed of by a whole generation of young men.
They stepped into a clearing dominated by a large house. House was too mild a word though, the thing was a brooding mansion three stories tall right out a Gothic novel.
"Huh, I would think your place would be a castle made of ice?" Donny said.
"Ice castles are hard to maintain year round," Elsa said.
They stepped up to massive double doors made of solid wood. Elsa waved her right hand, a cold wind stirred and one of the doors creaked open. Donny wondered how far he would get if he decided to bolt and run? Not far he guessed and reluctantly stepped into a tiled foyer that opened onto a large common room. "Whoa," he said in classic stoner's awe.
The space was grand and open at the center with comfortable sofas and chairs along the edges. Lots of lacy pillows were haphazardly scattered about. At the far end he spied a large king size four post bed, messy and unmade. Light filled the space from high windows. He counted three fireplaces but none of them had fires going. An elaborate staircase lead to the upper floors.
"I hardly venture up stairs anymore," Elsa said as she crossed the large room. "Make yourselves at home."
Impressively displayed in animated perfection was a horn of fruit at the center of a heavy dinning room table. A couple of wheels of cheese, whole loaves of baked bread, bowls of nuts and dried fruit supplemented the fresh fruit. A dozen gold goblets filled with what looked like wine stood in a perfect line like soldiers on guard. Nestled among the fruit and nuts looking out of place was an open twelve pack of Sierra Mist. The sight of all the animated food made Donny's stomach growl.
"Help yourself," Elsa said noticing how Donny was eying up the food. "Sorry, no meat. In this world animals are generally sentient. Couldn't bring myself to eat one. The cheese comes from cows I know. Very nice ladies but a little too gossipy if you ask me."
"Um ... right," Donny said. "Were do you get the soda from?"
"Giant," she stated flatly.
"The grocery store chain?" Donny asked almost laughing.
"No a snow giant, he lives two valleys down," Elsa said clearly not trying to be funny.
Sasha helped herself to a golden goblet. Donny did the same and took a tentative sip. It tasted like chilled champagne with a strong honey background. He picked up an impressively red apple and gave the shiny cartoon fruit a good look. He sniffed it, it smelled like a Fuji. He opened his mouth to take a bite but stopped as stories of poison apples from a host of animated features suddenly came to mind. He put down the apple and broke off a piece of cheese instead. It was a mild smoked cheddar and very delicious. He tore off an hunk of bread from a loaf and bit into it. It was wholewheat, a little sweet and chewy like an Eisenstein bagel.
As Donny worked on more cartoon bread, he watched Sasha dip a large strawberry into a bowl of cream and take a bite. She looked totally sexy doing it. Hell, animated Sasha Grey would look sexy doing her taxes.
Sasha and Donny exhaled breaths of steam, both openly shivering now. It was as cold as a walk in refrigerator at Costco.
"Forgive me, the cold doesn't bother me, " Elsa said. "I'll get the coats."As Donny scarfed bread and cheese, he watched Elsa approach a dresser near the bed. Instead of opening it, she spoke to it.
"Open Nigel."
The dresser seem to shake then a deep male voice said, "I'm on break."
"You have sat here for MONTHS without me cracking you open," Elsa complained.
The dresser shook again. "Union rules."
"The dresser is speaking," Donny said to Sasha.
"Are you surprised?" Sasha asked. "We ARE in an animated fairytale world after all," Sasha downed the last of her sweet champagne then picked up a fresh goblet. Donny wondered if Sasha could get drunk. "If he won't open up I can get you a deal on a bureau from Ikea?" Sasha said with a giggle then a hiccup. Guess she CAN drunk Donny mused.
"Better yet," Elsa said looking cross, "me thinks we could use wood for a fire." She rapped a knuckle on one of the dresser's panel doors.
"I'm complaining to the union rep," the dresser said as his doors floated open.
Elsa pulled out two heavy coats and walked them to her guests.
"Sorry, good furniture is hard to find these days," Elsa said as she handed a lavender felt coat lined with fur to Sasha."
Sasha put down her drink to slip on the coat. It was snug at the waist, she looked good in it. Donny's coat was fur lined too and dark blue with a military cut.
"Shouldn't fur be a tabu like eating meat?" Donny asked as he slipped on the coat and worked the gold buttons.
"I have an arrangement with a certain pack of local wolves," Elsa said. "They try to eat me every now and then and I get to keep their skins when they fail."
Donny noticed several wolf skin rugs scattered under foot.
"This is lovely," Sasha said doing a little twirl in her coat. "I love your dress too."
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"Loved too," Sasha said.
Sasha grabbed a third gold goblet of honey champagne and followed Elsa to the part of the room with the four post bed and the talking dresser. Donny's eyes drank in Elsa's animated figure. Boy was it kicking when she moved. Beyond the bed were a set of french doors, Elsa went to them and threw them open to reveal a huge walk in closet the size of a living room lined with racks of clothes.
"Wow," Sasha said.
"I have a lot of time on my hands," Elsa said as she pulled out a black dress for Sasha to see. "I just finished this one. I call it obsidian princess."
"Put it on, I wanna see," Sasha said.
Elsa draped the dress on a nearby chair and waved her hands. Her blue gossamer dress turned into vapor and drifted away from her hourglass form leaving her heart stopping naked.
"Whoa," Donny whispered checking out Queen Elsa's perky B-cups and platinum blond patch of hair between her pink-white animated thighs. Then he quickly looked away unsure if staring at a naked queen was permitted.
"Being the coat closet of a beautiful Ice Queen has it's perks," Nigel the dresser whispered.
"Weird," Donny said giving the dresser a once over. Closeup he could see that wood knot patterns represented eyes and a brow, a mouth was formed by intersecting panels upfront and a knob for a nose. Donny reached out to touch one of the doors.
"Hands off the varnish buddy," the dresser said.
Donny snapped his hand back.
Elsa slipped on her obsidian dress and pulled and fussing with the long sleeves. The dress was snug and displayed her hourglass figure and cute bosom perfectly.
"Spectacular," Sasha said.
That she was Donny agreed. Although her nakedness from a few seconds earlier was hard to top. Elsa twirled her dress in true animated musical fashion. It wouldn't have surprised him if she broke into song. But she didn't. What a bummer.
Sasha sighed in envy. "This is it for me," she said indicating her red top and skinny jeans beneath her coat. "As a messenger avatar I have NO wardrobe."
"Try something on," Elsa said.
Really?" Sasha asked excited. She put her goblet down and stepped into the wardrobe room. After a quick scan of the racks she pulled out a pink gown with salmon trim.
"Good choice," Elsa said. "I call that one royal birthday cake."
Sasha held the dress against her front, then she draped it on a nearby rack and removed her lavender coat, top and jeans. Beneath she wore pink lacy boyshort panties and matching bra. She lifted the dress high over her head and started to wiggle her way into it but got stuck with it halfway down. "You have a FAR trimmer waist than I," Sasha said as she struggled. Elsa walk over to give her a hand.
"Wow," Donny whispered.
"Oh yeah," Nigel the dresser said softly with his wood panel mouth turned up in a satyr's leer. "Sasha is MUCH easier to look at than Huxtable the peacock."
"Were you always a wardrobe chest?" Donny asked Nigel.
"No way," Nigel said. "I was the chief palace guard for some pissant king who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He cheated on his queen with the help every chance he got. Fucking stupid since his queen was a powerful sorceress. Word finally got to the queen and she turned the king and all the king's men into furniture. I was lucky. The king was turned into a commode. Anyway, Elsa bought me at a castle clearance sale and I've been watching her undress for two years now."
"Um ... cool," Donny said.
With Elsa's help, Sasha got the dress down. After a little dithering, Sasha ran to a standing mirror near Nigel to look at herself. "I look like a fairytale princess," she said and did her own big musical spin.
Donny saw his brawny animated reflection in the mirror behind her. In the military coat he kind of look like a prince ... if you ignored the flower surfer jams and Birkenstock sandals.
Donny bowed to Sasha and said, "My I have this dance my lady?"
"Why of course," Sasha said offering her ostentatious hand.
Elsa clapped her hands and a Stravinsky waltz magically filled the air.
Donny grandly lead Sasha to the big open space in middle of the great room. After a deep bow, Donny took her right hand into his left, put his other at her waist and broke into a waltz. Sasha laughed as she let him sweep her away.
"Donny Stevens ... where did you learn to dance?" Sasha asked looking at him with her huge brown Disney eyes.
"Byle Community Center," he said. "My mom made me do it. I didn't mind too much 'cause I had a mean crush on the totally hot instructor." He put Sasha into a spin. Laughing, she drunkenly fell away from him and spilled onto a pillow strewn divan.
"You may dance with the queen," Elsa said.
Donny turned to say something silly but held back when he saw the serious expression on Elsa's beautiful animated face. She had given a command and expected him to obey. He stiffened and struck a pose. She stepped into his arms and they went into a series of complicated spins. Elsa, knew how to waltz ... must be a queen thing. Lucky for Donny, the two years at the community center payed off and he didn't make a fool of himself. In fact he was flawless. Elsa's unnaturally large blue eyes never wavered from his as they spun and dipped. He was glad for the overly long coat for it concealed the straining bulge in his shorts. He was sure that getting a boner while dancing with the queen was a capital offense. He crassly wondered what his animated hardon looked like.
The music suddenly changed. The Contours 'Do You Love Me' replaced Stravinsky. The movie Dirty Dancing was Harriet Kono's older sister's favorite. Harriet confessed that as a kid she was forced to sit through the movie a million times. Apparently, Harriet's visceral relationship with the movie had become part of Elsa's virtual DNA. Much to Donny's dismay, they broke into the classic movie grind. There was no hiding his erection from her now.
She's gonna freeze my ass for sure, he worried.
Half way through the dance she aggressively kissed him.
"Wow," he said at the other end of the most amazing kiss of his existence. His kiss with Yukio being the only other one that didn't pale to Elsa's.
"It's nice to see her enjoying herself," Neffie whispered in Kent's ear. She and Kent faced Alice who sat off in a corner talking to Keanu Reeves slash Constantine. Constantine must have said something funny for Alice smiled then let out a laugh. Constantine reached out and touched her pleated hair.
"Ah ... yeah nice," Kent said not at all interested in Alice and Keanu. He knelt naked on a sofa with his hands on the top of the cushions, his legs slightly parted as Ygritte's warm tongue slicked his butt hole.
Ygritte stopped with her tongue and slapped Kent's ass hard enough to make him yelp. She threw herself on the sofa. "Can ya handle a wilding woman born of fire?" she asked looking up at him alluring and threatening all at once.
He had already bedded the entire female crew of the Serenity from Firefly. Hell, surviving River Tam alone was a feat worth boasting. Who else he pondered? Sandra Oh, Lucy Lu as Watson, the fast and furious Asian chick, the Hawaii Five babe. Oh yeah, let's not forget green and dangerous Mila Kunis as the wicked witch of the west. "Yeah, I can handle a wilding redhead," he said. He fell on her and instigated a long deep kiss.
He quickly found out that the word wilding fit Ygritte to a tee. She bit, she scratched, growled and pulled his hair. At some point he had entered her but couldn't recall exactly when or how. Showing both strength and agility, Ygritte flipped them to be on top. Slim Filipino Neffie slipped in beside them and lustfully ran her dark hands over Ygritte's pale milky chest and coppery brown nipples.
Ygritte looked down at him with lustful menace, planted her hands on his chest, dug in her nails to make him gasp then got her hips rocking. Neffie's hands liberally fondled Ygritte's front occasionally sliding over Kent's belly and chest.
"Kiss me queen river bitch," Ygritte said to Neffie.
Neffie obliged. Mid kiss, Ygritte pulled away from Neffie and came with wilding verbosity. After several harsh gulps of air, she dropped down and kissed Kent long but tenderly. After the kiss she whispered to him, "Not since Jon Snow."
"Stop hogging him," Neffie said. Ygritte yelped as Neffie pulled her away. Neffie straddled Kent's lower body, steadied his wet erection, lowered herself down and went at it with lewd abandon. The normally mild Filipino girl came raucously gripping handfuls of Kent's dark hair. Sweaty and breathing hard she looked down at him with triumphant satisfaction.
"After a fuck like that I'd be proud to die in battle in the morning," Ygritte said.
Neffie laughed. "Maybe that's why some people fight so fiercely ... to live and fuck like this again."
A guttural sounds came from where Alice and Constantine were. Everyone turned to look. Alice stood naked, her back to Kent and the others, her ass a pleasant curve, her pleated hair brushed her tailbone. Constantine knelt before her, most of him obscured by Alice's naked form, his fingers sunk into the flesh of her ass cheeks. It was clear that he was working her with his mouth.
There was the guttural again. It wasn't human or animal. It was ... other?
"That man is more beast than human," Ygritte whispered.
"I think that sound is coming from Alice," Neffie said.
Constantine's ass kneading hands brightened with a strange yellow glow then shockingly burst into flames.
"Holy shit! He's gonna burn her up!" Kent said sitting up.
"She's fine," Neffie said shoving him back down onto his back.
All of Alice's skin was now a deep charcoal black except were Constantine's burning hand gripped her ass, the skin there was like red burning briskets.
"I KNEW she didn't need her fold to transform," Neffie said.
"Ay, that one was always the demon," Ygritte said. She gave Neffie a sly look. "What about you Nefertiti? Ya found your changeling soul yet?"
Neffie smiled then her eyes gave off a queer yellow light.
"You okay?" Kent asked looking up at her. Even as he spoke her skin darkened to grayish brown then shockingly she sprouted fur allover. The sensation or her transformation against his bare skin was really strange. Her face, although still generally human, took on feline features. She pushed her long hair behind her ears that were now pointy and catlike. With large green and gold cat eyes, she gazed down at him. She smiled exposing animal sharp teeth. "What the fuck!" Kent said. In a panic he made to push her off him.
Ygritte put a hand on his chest to still him. "You best stay calm," Ygritte advised.
He squirmed anyway.
Neffie flexed her hands resting on his chest and he instantly felt the claws. She didn't break skin but it was enough to stop his struggling. She bent down and her tongue flickered across his mouth raspy and warm. The tightening of her vaginal muscles around his erection that was still deep inside her, although thrilling, was a sensation he had no frame of reference for. Her furry nose brushed his face. "Kiss me," she whispered. He did. Her long nimble feline tongue invaded his mouth. He put up no resistance. He didn't dare since her claws reflexively dug in as she kissed. At the end of the kiss she whispered, "Fuck me."
She sat up and they got a rockin'. She pushed her long hair behind her pointy cat ears again. Her animalness was mind blowing. The fur from her neck down to her pubic area was a light gray. In mindless delight he ran his hands over the small pleasing swells of her fur covered A-cups. He encountered Ygritte's hands doing the same.
"Always knew you were a skin changer," Ygritte said.
"Make me see Bastet!" Neffie said.
"What? Who?" Kent asked bewildered as he rammed his hips up in time with her bucking rolls.
"Her cat Goddess," Constantine said suddenly standing nearby. He and Alice were naked, smoking cigarettes and watching. Alice's skin was back to her normal creamy beige although her eyes seemed to give off an unnatural light. Constantine was fully erect.
Neffie's hips went into a series of rapid fire rolls then she let out her one and only animal growl and came savagely. Her claws dug into Kent's shoulders drawing blood this time.
At the end of her throes Neffie asked breathlessly, "What you want Kent?"
"A little first aid," he said touching then flinching at his deep scratches.
Neffie giggled then bent to lick his wounds.
"Ouch," Kent said.
"Heal thy self godling," Constantine said as he lit up a fresh cigarette from the coal of the previous one.
"Oh yeah, I can do that," Kent said. Instantly the sting of his scratches dissipated.
"Better?" Neffie asked.
"Yeah ... I wanna come on your face," Kent said.
Neffie pulled away from him and knelt on the floor. Kent stood above her gripping his erection. For the first time he noticed that she had a sleek and twitching dark tail. "Cool," he said.
Unexpectedly, Alice knelt next to feline Neffie and took charge of Kent's hardon.
"Need help with that?" Ygritte asked Constantine. She fondled his balls then ran a hand along the bottom curve of his erection.
"Indeed," Constantine said. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Ygritte knelt and gripped him with two hands.
In sync, Alice and Ygritte stroked the perspective hardons in their possession. Alice, with her classic Japaneses face and newly pleated hair tipped Kent over the edge. His first burst struck Alice's forehead over her right eyebrow. Alice quickly pointed his erection at Nefertiti and six monstrous emissions sprayed her feline face.
"Anoint me dark wizard," Ygritte said to Constantine. He obliged by blasting her beautiful, sharp featured Celtic face from forehead to chin. He seem to take particular joy in getting as much as he could into her wilding red hair.
Constantine's head jerked toward the curtained window near the Foosball table. "Something has changed," he said. He still held his burning cigarette and took a drag as he pulled himself away from kneeling cum covered Ygritte. He walked to a set of double doors and gripped the knobs.
'"No!" Everyone yelled in unison.
"I got this," Constantine said as he pulled open the doors.
All braced for the rush of Kate's uglies.
"You!" Constantine yelled out the door. "What is happening?"
A single shiny jet black monster about five feet tall with insect eyes and emaciated legs and arms stepped into Neffie's living room. Although thoroughly naked everyone took defensive stances, the only one with a weapon was Neffie with her oversize Dirty Harry handgun.
"Talking to me?" the creature asked Constantine.
"Yes you fouler of the innocent," Constantine said.
"My name is Rodger," the creature said sounding hurt and offended.
"Whatever. Where are your companions?"
"Called to devour another fold," Rodger said.
"What fold is that?" Neffie asked positive it was hers.
"Harriet Kono's. It is the end of times. It is the end of 1:23," Rodger said smugly and proudly.
Neffie blew the little fuckers head off with her Smith and Wesson model 29.
Donny Stevens stared into Elsa's unnatural large blue eyes as they danced face to face to Gershwin's 'Summer Time' sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Before that was Michel Jackson's thriller. Elsa certainly had an eclectic taste in music. If anyone ever asked Donny the most surprising thing about being in an animated world he would say was the smells. The food, the wine, the cold pine air outside smelled perfect triggering memories both sexual and mundane.
He inhaled Elsa's musky perfume. Beneath the perfume was a natural very human scent. It was her breath though that hit a sexual nerve for him. It smelled of the sweet tea with a hint of cinnamon. It occurred to him that all her scents were very familiar. Harriet's Brain Tube must be lifting memories of past sexual experiences from his head. In any case it was all totally intoxicating. Harriet's gonna make a gazillion buck with this Brain Tube.
He put her into a soft spin. The air shimmered with sudden sparkling ice crystals. When she folded back into his arms her black dress had vanished.
"Have mercy," he whispered as his eyes dropped to her firm animated B-cups. Close up her nipples were an odd but pleasing purplish pink. He could feel the heat radiating from her bare skin surprising since she was a know ice queen. She pressed against him. The music changed to the Beatles 'Yesterday.'
"Perhaps I should go check in with Harriet?" Sasha said from a nearby sofa working oh her goblet of sparkly wine.
"Stay," Elsa said softly. It wasn't a command more of a plea from a very lonely person. "Harriet created me but never gave me a purpose." She looked over at Sasha. "I envy you. You have a function. I just exist."
"I'm a drone program and go where I'm told," Sasha said. "Be glad that you're allowed the freedoms you have. Don't forget, you were conjured from some dark corner of Harriet's mind. When she gets around to you this will all change."
Donny recalled the indignities he witnessed Monica, Phoebe and Rachel endured not too long ago. He whispered to the naked Elsa, "You don't have to do a think you don't want to."
She looked up into his face. "I'm the queen," she said and didn't elaborate any further. She put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss.
The was kiss was the most in the moment thing that Donny had ever experienced. Elsa closed her impossibly big blue eyes but Donny kept his wide open not wanting to miss a thing. The feel of her skin, her hair, her taste, her smell was totally awesome!
His hands drifted down to her smooth animated ass.
"Mind if I try on a few more dresses?" Sasha asked.
Elsa didn't respond.
"I'll take that as a yes," Sasha said. She got up and headed to the wardrobe room via the food table for more champagne.
Elsa suddenly pulled away from Donny and went into a waltzing spin. "Undress for me Donny Stevens," Elsa said as she danced.
Donny sloughed off his coat, kicked off his sandals, pealed off his t-shirt and dropped his jams and stood in unnaturally white tidy whities. From where he stood he could just make himself out in the mirror near the wardrobe room. Like his princely animated physic the bulge in his undies was clearly enhanced.
"Awesome," he whispered as he approached the mirror. With no hesitation he dropped the undies. "Cool," he said gripping his sprung nine plus animated dick.
"You gonna hurt someone with that thing," Sasha said. She now wore a one piece leather like bathing suit with high black boots and a short red superhero cape.
"I call that one waiting in red," Elsa said as she slid behind Donny, gripped his erection and observed it in the mirror. Donny was half a head taller than she\\. His hands drifted over her naked form. "To the bed," Elsa commanded in a whisper and led him by his intimate handle.
Donny dropped onto the big bed and expected Elsa to join him bet she went back into her spinning dance. "Dance with me Lady Grey," Elsa commanded.
The women gripped each other and fell into a simple box step, Elsa lead.
Donny laid there watching them dance. Next he knew they were kissing. "Man ..." he whispered. Elsa put Sasha into a spin, they separated. Sasha went back to the wardrobe room and Elsa marched towards the bed with a serious expression on her animated face. She fell flat on her tummy at the end of the bed and dragged her body along the length of Donny's splayed form making sure that her awesome tits brushed against his erection. When their faces met, they kissed briefly. Elsa reversed her crawl and ended with her head between his legs. He propped up on his elbows to see what her intentions were. She looked up at him with her big eyes. "You want to see?" she asked?
"Yeah," he said.
Elsa waved a hand and mirrors made of ice suddenly surrounded the bed on all sides and above. She lowered her head and took him into her extraordinarily warm mouth. Her hair obscured her action in the side mirrors so he dropped flat to look at the mirror above. She was curled in a pleasant half circle as her head bobbing up and down.
"Knock, knock," Sasha said as she slipped through a narrow gap between mirrors. She wore a deep purple off the shoulder, long sleeve clinging dress that came to mid thigh.
Elsa stopped briefly to say, "I call that one cat's out of the bag. It comes with a cat ear tiara."
Sasha giggled as she waved the tiara then put it on giving her diamond studded cat ears.
Elsa went back to giving Donny head.
Sasha frowned. "He can't see with all that platinum hair in the way." She sounded totally drunk. Sasha hiked up her dress, knelt on the bed, shimmed up to Elsa, gripped her hair and held it back. "Better?" she asked Donny.
He looked at the mirrors at the sides of the bed and nodded.
"Kneel up a bit, your majesty" Sasha said to Elsa with a gentle slap at her butt." the queen shifted. "Grip the length with one hand and cup his balls," Sasha said. Elsa complied. Sasha looked over at one of the side mirrors. "That's a MUCH better visual."
Elsa stopped with her mouth and made to straddled Donny's hips with clear intent.
"Whoa, slow down. Let the poor boy have a little fun," Sasha said.
"I want him now," Elsa said.
"I'm sure you do," Sasha said. "But I bet Donny boy would like to get at your animated B-cups and maybe see what Disney pussy tastes like?"
"I am kind of curious," Donny confessed.
Elsa rolled her large eyes. "Get at it," she said as she flopped on her back on the bed.
Donny kissed her mouth briefly then peppered her neck with small kisses making Elsa giggle. He kissed his way down to her lovely breasts and pink purple nipples. He licked at a nipple and gently bit.
"I like that," Elsa said. "Bite the other one."
He obeyed. He then worked his way down to the top of her pubic mound. Like it should be in an animated feature, her pubic hair was a bright silvery blond. He kissed the upper ridge then with two fingers traced her warm wet seam to her clitoris. He pulled back a bit to get a good look. It was interesting to say the lease. He bobbed in and explored her with his tongue. Her taste was so unexpected that he pulled back quickly.
"Don't like?" Sasha asked.
"I like," Donny said quickly, "just not what I expected."
"What does the queen taste like?" Sasha asked.
"Like strawberries and cold white wine," he said. This was a Harriet thing! One night he had dribbled strawberry soaked white wine down her center as he gave her head. He had certainly enjoyed doing it but wondered if this part of Elsa was coming from Harriet or him? He was told early on that he couldn't conjure fantasies using the auxiliary helmet. But he was sure that the belrog was HIS doing.
"Continue!" Elsa demanded. And that he did. Elsa groaned, bucked her hips and grabbed his hair. "Lady Gray advise!"
"What would you like my Queen??" Sasha asked arching one eyebrow.
"Anything!" Elsa said.
"Anything?" Sasha echoed.
"Yes! I command you!"
Sasha stood on the floor, peeled off her lacy pink panties, hiked up her short purple dress, got on the bed again and swung a leg over Elsa's chest. Donny rolled his eyes up to behold Sasha's glowing animated ass. He could just make out Sasha feeding her clitoris to Elsa's mouth. Sasha gasped then asked, "Why do I taste like my queen?"
A deep muffled laugh shook Elsa then she said, "Dark chocolate and semisweet cherries."
"Pussy is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." Sasha said in imitation of Mr. Gump.
Donny barked a sudden laugh.
"Don't you dare stop or I will freeze your wizzer off!" Elsa threatened from the other side of Sasha.
"My momma didn't raise a stupid child," Donny said in a bad Alabama accent and went back to work.
"Stupid is as stupid does," Sasha said around a gasp.
It took all that Donny had not to laugh again.
Sasha's ass rocked and swayed as Elsa worked her. "Finger my ass snow bitch queen," Sasha said. "Make me come on your royal cartoon face!"
The dirty talk was all Harriet for sure. Elsa's delicate pale right hand slipped around to Sasha's crack, felt for the bud of her hole then wiggled a finger in.
"Oh yeah! I'm coming you fucking queen bitch!" Sasha yelled. And that she did with Elsa's mouth surrounding her clitoris and the queen's finger deep up her ass.
Elsa tensed as her orgasm arrived. "Mountain Gods!" was all she said. Donny kept his mouth in play until her body settled.
Sasha gave a deep husky laugh. "Good for you?" she asked the queen.
"Inside me NOW," Elsa said.
"I think she's talking to you," Sasha said with a glance over her shoulder.
Ms. Grey moved aside to reveal Queen Elsa, her animated face and body shiny with sweat, her platinum blond hair a wild mess, her chest rising and falling from exertion. "Man," Donny whispered as he gripped his pale cartoon erection and pierced the queen in one lustful jab. They quickly got moving, Elsa's breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, his eyes alternated from her hypnotic bouncing to her unflinching big blue eyes.
Sasha sat to the side still in her purple dress with her legs curled up under her, the diamond cat ear tiara a bit ascewed on her head. She slid a little closer and ran her hands over Elsa's chest temporarily stilling the bouncing. "You like that your royal fuckness?" Sasha asked.
"Yes ... I like," Elsa said. The queen squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and came. When she calmed, her eyes opened and she smiled up at Donny. "Blessed Goddess of the sky," she whispered. A gentle snow started to fall. Sasha giggled then extended her tongue to catch a flake.
"What would you like for the money shot Donny Stevens?" Sasha asked.
"Anything," Donny said as he planted his outstretched arms on either side of Queen Elsa's head and got his hips going again.
"I bet you would like to anoint the queen in dirty pornographic style," Sasha said.
After eight glorious stabs Donny pulled out of and gripped his wet erection. "Yeah," he said.
Stand on the floor," Sasha said to him. "Elsa kneel before him and beg his indulgence."
Elsa gave drunken Sasha a dubious look. This ain't gonna fly, Donny thought.
Elsa slipped off the bed and knelt on the edge of the intricately woven rug, her eyes rolled up to Donny standing above her. "I implore you, paint me with your seed Donny Stevens of Byle, Ohio."
Donny let loose a massive spurt that sprayed Elsa's face from her chin to her messy platinum blond hair. Five more jets indiscriminately coated the animated queen's delicate face.
"My isn't THIS a fantasy come true," Sasha said.
Elsa licked at her messy lips. She giggled and said, "You taste like a tart fruit drink with a little salt and distilled spirits."
Sasha dropped to her knees and blatantly licked at Elsa's messy face. "Interesting, it's tequila," Sasha said licking her upper lip, "Why do you taste like a Margarita?"
"No fucking idea," Donny said.
"Get me a goblet of wine," Elsa demanded as she wiped her face with a bed cover.
Donny slipped pass the ice mirrors and headed to the buffet table to do the queen's bidding. He stopped short when he saw a dozen or so animated clowns armed to the teeth occupying Elsa's living room. "Um ... Elsa?" Donny said in a squeaky voice.
"Bring me a goblet too," Sasha called.
"Ladies ... better come out now," Donny said.
Elsa and Sasha stepped out into the open.
"How dare you!" Elsa yelled. A stalagmite ring of razor sharp ice formed around Donny. Then stalactites of ice grew from the ceiling all points facing the invaders.
"Queen Elsa!" one of the clowns yelled. "We come in peace!"
"What ruse is this?" Elsa yelled. Her face darkened as she raised her arms. A distinct cracking sound came from the ceiling. Death was about to rain down on the clowns. She looked absolutely awesome in her naked fury.
"KHT has been ordered to purge our fold," the clown spokesman said. His eyes rolled nervously up to the ceiling.
"Liar!" Elsa yelled.
"Oh my my god!" Sasha said with her brown eyes closed. "He's telling the truth! Kate is attacking this fold as we speak!"
"We need your help queen of ice and snow," the clown said, he dropped to one knee and bent his head. His fellow clowns did the same.
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Text: High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. "Quiet day today," she mused to herself. "Nothing's happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon." Looking back down at the city below, Amelia's gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky. Deflating and swooping lower, Amelia could see clearly printed in bold lettering: "MS. BOUNCER LAND HERE!" A message for her specifically? Amelia had seen fans staring up at her as she went on sky patrols before, but never had she seen a sign positioned for her. Her curiosity peaked, the pneumatic heroine glided down towards the beacon. Landing on the sidewalk, Amelia looked at the house that had signaled her. It was a small one story house, nothing about it screamed TRAP, EVIL LAIR, or so she walked up to the front door and knocked. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a short-haired brunette wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Before Amelia could offer a greeting, the brunette gasped loudly and clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. "Oh my god! Katie, it worked!" the brunette shouted back into the house. "She's actually here! Okay, okay, okay..." The woman took a few moments to collect herself before turning back to Amelia. "Hi Ms. Bouncer! I'm Beth, uh, we, er... hey, why don't you just come in, it'll be easier to explain that way." Beth said, gesturing for Amelia to enter the house. "Alright then. I'm guessing that sign on your roof wasn't just for show, huh?" Amelia said as she strode into the humble abode. Inside, she made her way to the living room, where a woman sat on the couch, appearing even more surprised than Beth was. She had long red hair and was wearing a tanktop and yoga pants. Amelia took a seat across from the couch as Beth darted into the room and stood to the side of the two seated women. "Okay, so, this is my friend and roommate Katie," Beth said, gesturing to the woman beside her. "It's her birthday today, and well, she's a big fan. Like, reeeeally big fan." Amelia nodded, noting how Katie was still staring wide-eyed at her, likely busy processing having her heroine walk into her home. "The sign was my idea," Beth continued, "I wanted to see if I could get her a meeting with her idol. To be honest, pretty surprised it worked." Amelia smiled at the two, trying to ease Katie out of her stupor. "It's no big deal. It's actually quite nice to meet a fan of my work!" Amelia extended her hand towards Katie, who grasped it slowly. Amelia could feel Katie trembling as she shook her hand. "Happy birthday to ya, Ms. Katie!" Katie, to her credit, remembered to raise her hand and shake in response. "H-hi Ms. Bouncer. I, uh, like your work." Katie said, voice shaky with excitement and shyness. "You know, the superhero stuff and the, er, you know." She mimed balloons on her chest. "The inflating part. Just, you know, it's cool, that's all." Not wanting to be rude, Amelia suppressed her smile as she watched Katie's face turn crimson. She looked over at Beth, who nodded curtly to confirm Amelia's suspicion that Katie's admiration of her powers wasn't entirely innocent as Katie was trying to make it out to be. Wanting to break the shy silence, Amelia scanned the room and came up with an idea. "Say," she said, "for a party, there sure aren't that many balloons in here." Beth perked up at the observation. "Oh, that's my bad," she said. "The sign took so long to make and get up we didn't have time to do much preparing before you got here. I got a pack of balloons here." She tossed a pack of party balloons over to Amelia. "If you like," Beth continued, "I can get the helium tank we got for-" "Oh no, that won't be necessary," Amelia interrupted, tearing open the pack and taking out a balloon. Taking a deep breath, she blew into it with gusto, inflating the rubber orb to capacity in one breath. Tying off the balloon's nozzle, Amelia let it go and watched as it floated up to the ceiling. "Remember, you're talking to a walking, talking supply of endless helium," she reminded Beth and Katie with a wink. Beth clapped at the display while Katie stared transfixed at the balloon rolling around on the ceiling, her mind clearly imagining what other uses Amelia's powers had. Amelia decided to indulge Katie's imagination. After all, it was her birthday, and Amelia found her shy and reverant demeanor to be the cutest thing. Turning to face Katie, Amelia took out another balloon and smiled at her fan. "Of course, while it's neat to exhale helium, there are much more entertaining tricks for this party, if you'd like to see them," Amelia said, giving Katie a wink as she leaned towards her. Katie, cheeks as red as a tomato, took a moment to respond with an enthusiastic nod. To the surprise of the roommates, Amelia casually slipped the straps of her uniform off her shoulders, peeling her costume down to expose her breasts. Beth stared wide-eyed, muttering something about understanding why Amelia didn't bother with a mask, while Katie seemed to be taking time to remember how exactly breathing worked. Amelia herself chuckled at the pairs reaction. People's reactions to her casual attitude towards nudity gave Amelia a lifetime supply of funny faces to remember. Keeping her pace, she took the nozzle of the balloon in her hand and placed it over her nipple. Holding it in place and focusing, a jet of helium streamed out of Amelia's breast into the balloon as if her nipple was the nozzle on a helium tank. She filled it, tied off the end, and repeated the process. Soon the ceiling was covered in an array of multi-colored rubber orbs. Finishing filling up the last balloon, Amelia took it off her leaking nipple and tied it off. At the same time, she allowed her breasts to swell a few cup sizes with helium, acting as if she didn't notice it. Letting the balloon float off, she took a dramatic look down at her swelling mammaries, clasping her hands to her cheeks like a true overactor. Letting the inflation subside,she looked over her own set of party balloons to see Katie staring wide-eyed at the pneumatic pair of boobs facing her. Along with her face now rivaling the color red itself for the position of "most red thing in existence," Katie had a wide grin plastered on her as she took in the sight of her idol standing topless with inflated breasts before her. No doubt she was fiercely debating whether this was a dream or reality. Amelia glanced over at Beth. The brunette flashed a thumbs up before pointing at Katie and miming a set of big tits. Amelia nodded at Beth's silent signal, and the brunette grinned gleefully at the idea of what Amelia was about to do. Strutting forward to Katie, Amelia leaned forward, giving the shy redhead a full view of her naked cleavage. "Say Katie," she said as seductively as someone who has never actively seduced someone in their life could, "I've got another trick I can show you if you like." Katie nodded slowly, now constantly vibrating in excitement. With blinding speed, Amelia swooped towards Katie and pulled her into a kiss. For a second, Katie felt as if she was on top of the world. Then Amelia blew hard into her, and Katie realized very quickly that she may very well be on her way to physically being atop the world. Amelia felt Katie jolt in surprise as the helium flowed into her. Though she couldn't see it, she knew Katie's breasts were already swelling into her tank-top. A rubbery creak accompanied the hiss of the puff kiss as Katie's breasts pulled her top taut. The fangirl had closed her eyes and was softly moaning as she was inflated. The stitches of her tanktop now audibly struggled to contain the helium mammaries inside, and with Amelia continuing to inflate Katie, the straps soon lost their valiant battle. Katie's breasts sprung forth, perky and round with gas. Over to the side, Beth cheered as the spectacle unfolded, her phone recording the event for Katie to watch later. Katie herself moaned in bliss as she felt her skin stretch outward to contain the helium. On top of being able to make out with her idol, Katie was feeling all the pressure, pleasure, and sensitivity that came with having your inflation fetish realized. Her nipples felt as if they were burning with arousal, making her legs shake as her mind was clouded with pleasure. Her breasts now dwarfed Amelia's own boosted pair and squeaked as they rubbed together. The air around Katie was feeling bubbly and thick; she thought for a moment that she was about to faint. Instead, Katie felt her legs begin to stretch up as she got bigger. She rose to a moment to her toes before Amelia suddenly pulled backwards with her. Katie let out a distressed "mmph!", but to her amazement she didn't fall to the ground. Rather, she felt her breasts pushing up against her upper body, like beach balls in a swimming pool. She kicked her legs as her feet left the ground, defying gravity as Kate hung horizontally in the air to Amelia, attached by their kiss like a balloon to a nozzle. For a few seconds more, Amelia held the blow kiss before breaking off with a pop. With her mouth free, Katie screamed in pleasure for a moment before bringing a hand to her mouth to muffle herself. She looked at her heroine wide-eyed, her face a sea of turbulent emotions. "It's alright, take some deep breaths, let yourself enjoy it," Amelia reassured the newly buoyant girl. Katie shook in Amelia's arms, her breathing becoming gradually more stable. She looked down, taking in the size of her breasts. They jutted out below her, twin blimps bigger than her upper body carrying her in an unfamiliar sea of sensation. She stretched out her legs, feeling the cool air swishing between her toes and across the bottom of her feet. Slowly, a smile formed on Katie's face, and she began to laugh with joy. Here she was, honest-to-God floating with balloon tits bigger than she could have hoped for, in the arms of her idol. She looked at Amelia head on, mouth agape trying to search for words. Amelia smiled back. "See, I told you it'd be fun!" she said, enjoying the sight of someone else taking in buoyancy for the first time. Amelia recalled her first time following the lab accident, how she had reached past inflated breasts to meet the approaching ceiling. "Of course," she continued, "I unfortunately can't stay for too long. There is a city that needs protecting after all. I'm going to let go now, so prepare for a bit of a jolt." She began to unwrap her arms from around Katie, but the fangirl's grip suddenly tightened.
"Wait!" Amelia was taken aback for a moment by Katie speaking for the first time. The once shy girl now looked determinedly into Amelia's eyes. For a few seconds she seemed to muster the will to speak further. "Look," Katie finally said, "I know you're a hero and all, and I'm just some fangirl who's birthday was today. But I-..." She stumbled for a few moments, words failing her before shaking her head. "Oh fuck it, do you wanna go out sometime?" Amelia blinked. In all her time superheroing, she had done many things, seen many things, met many people. But never before, never in her life had the heroic Ms. Bouncer had somebody ask her out. For the first time in her cheerful and quiply life, Amelia White, Ms. Bouncer herself, who had shrugged off bullets like the breeze, was at a complete and utter loss for words. Amelia blinked again. Katie's look of determination looked to be crumbling the longer Amelia took to respond. Amelia desperately weighed options in her head. Yes, she knew she was a lesbian, she had accepted that long ago. But she didn't know how to be one! What about the secret identity, would superheroing take a toll on a possible relationship? Could she entrust Katie to know who she was? Did she even care if people knew who she was? Did she even like Katie? Sure she was cute, the way she was so shy yet clearly enthusiastic about what she liked. Or the way now that Amelia noticed it that her hair parted just right, or her eyes, or how great and adorable she looked inflating. But what, but yet, but how- Oh fuck it. Keeping one arm on Katie, Amelia took a pen and paper from a conveniently nearby table. She scribbled on the paper before turning to Katie. "You'll take a while to deflate, maybe a day or so," she said, "but once you do, here's my number." Katie floated in silence for a moment before letting out an ecstatic whoop. Letting go of Amelia, she floated slowly up, her breasts pushing a few balloons out of the way. She laughed and cheered the whole way up, continuing even as her breasts collided with a hollow thump against the ceiling. Amelia took a moment to smile at the sight of the happy girl while adjusting her uniform over her breasts. With a hop in her step, Amelia made her way out the front door, imagining what her first date might look like as she inflated her tits and took to the skies. Standing in a corner of the living room, Beth slowly brought her finger up and hit the button to stop recording on her phone. She slowly looked back and forth between Ms. Bouncer in the front yard beginning to take off and her roommate Katie floating on the ceiling. Sitting slowly onto the floor, Beth stared ahead blankly for a few moments before uttering a single sentence. "Best birthday party ever."
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"I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with my little breasts," I mused.
Matt smiled to himself. He and I were laid on our sides facing each other in his bed. My sore pussy oozed with his fresh cum and he was drawing imaginary circles around my nipples with his finger.
"Well you may think they're little but they're just the perfect size for me," Matt replied.
I giggled under Matt's ticklish touch,
"So what is it about them then?"
"They're just so perky, and cute and adorable," Matt rambled.
"Cute and adorable huh?" I responded, "You know, most girls would probably prefer their boyfriends to describe them as sexy and seductive," I added.
Matt grinned as he cupped my breast with his hand, grazing his thumb against my hard nipple,
"But you're not most girls, and you know very well I think everything about you is drop dead sexy," he explained.
I blushed unnoticeably, as my skin was already flush from mine and Matt's lovemaking.
"So does that mean you're a breast guy?" I asked.
Matt chuckled to himself,
"Babe...as much as I love your breasts, and I do love them," Matt stated as he leaned in and planted a light peck on the soft curve of my right breast, "I am and will always be an ass man, and that cute butt of yours has done nothing to change my mind," Matt continued before reaching behind my body and squeezing my butt cheek.
I squealed in laughter, wriggling my body under Matt's grasp.
Matt finally let me go and we went back to staring at each other.
"What about you?" Matt asked.
"Huh?"
"What of mine do you like?" he clarified.
I grinned my teeth at him as I decided on an answer,
"Your eyes," I finally replied, "The way you look at me, it's like no one else and makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world," I went on to explain.
"Wow Kim, way to make me look like a jerk, here I am talking about tits and ass and you come up with this beautiful thoughtful sentiment," Matt jeered.
I erupted in laughter,
"Awww baby, if it makes you feel better, I think you have a cute ass as well," I retorted as I reached for a handful of Matt's butt cheek.
We kissed then settled down again.
"So are you ready for the big shave this weekend?" Matt asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, "You're staying over at my place for the weekend right?"
Matt nodded affirmatively.
"Great, Summer's visiting her folks for her dad's birthday so we have the place to ourselves all weekend."
"Mhmm sounds like fun."
"So are you nervous about shaving it all off for the first time?" I asked.
Matt chuckled,
"When I first think about it I do get a little nervous but then I just tell myself it's hair, it'll grow back."
We lay there in each other's arms peacefully,
"Wanna go take a shower?" Matt asked.
I looked up at him and smiled guiltily,
"I was thinking we could go again, you can stick it in my butt, if you're up for it," I teasingly offered.
"You have such a way with words baby," Matt chuckled as he excitedly reached over to his bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube.
Matt arrived at my place late Friday evening just in time to see Summer off. Adam was there as well, waiting to take her to the airport. The four of us serendipitously met up in the hallway outside the apartment just as Adam and Summer were leaving.
"Hey Summer, have a great trip, and before I forget, I got something for your dad."
Matt dug through his weekend bag for the small box covered in wrapping paper. He handed it to Summer as she smiled at him.
"Thanks Matty."
We watched as Summer tucked it away in her carryon.
"Okay well I better get a move on if I wanna catch my flight. See you guys in a couple days."
Summer hugged me and then Matt,
"And please don't leave my boyfriend all by his lonesome this weekend, he won't admit it but he gets devastatingly depressed when I'm not around," Summer warned.
The four of us all shared a laugh at Adam's expense,
"Don't worry Sum, we'll look after him," I chirped as the twosome headed downstairs.
Matt and I headed into the apartment and he set his bag down in the corner.
"I made dinner for us, veggie lasagna, have you eaten already?"
"Nope, I'm kinda starving actually," Matt replied.
"Great," I responded as I set out two plates on the table.
We sat and dined.
"So are you and Summer's dad close?" I asked.
"I guess, Summer's parents and Adam's parents, they really looked after me growing up. I was always at one of their places for dinner on the weekends and always for holidays," Matt explained.
"More wine?" Matt asked holding the almost empty bottle in the air.
"No thanks babe," I replied.
Matt finished off the bottle.
"This was amazing," Matt complimented as he ate his final mouthful of lasagna.
"Thanks sweetie."
Matt cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes.
"You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he returned to the table.
"Sure," I replied as we walked over to the couch.
I cuddled up to Matt's side as he scanned through the Netflix menu. We finally found a movie we could agree on and Matt set down the remote and draped his arm over my shoulder.
"You ready to go do the deed?" I asked as Matt switched off the television.
"After you my dear."
"You just wanna stare at my butt as I walk huh?" I teased.
"You know me so well Kimmy."
We made our way into my bathroom. Matt began to strip as I turned on the shower. By the time I turned around he was already naked.
"Wow, someone's been busy," I commented.
Matt followed my stare down to his crotch and his closely trimmed pubes.
"I figured I'd save some time and get the thick stuff out of the way," Matt replied as he helped me out of my yellow plaid shirt. Once I removed my jeans and panties, I stepped into the tub and Matt was quick to follow. We stepped under the warm downflowing water and pressed our bodies together. After a brief kiss, I looked up to Matt,
"So do you wanna go first or should I?"
"Why don't you go first."
"You're not gonna let me do mine then chicken out are you?" I giggled.
Matt smiled,
"Well it had occurred to me," he joked as I playfully shoved his arm.
I bent over and picked up the new razor and can of shaving cream I had set out earlier in the day.
"Do you mind?" I asked, handing the slender can of shaving cream to Matt.
I sat in the corner of the tub, up on the ledge, and spread my legs.
Matt knelt down infront of me and dispensed some of the white foam to his hands. He set down the can and pressed his hand against my pelvis. He rubbed his hand around, spreading the foam over my pubic hair.
"Okay, that's good," I informed.
I held on to the handle of the razor with a firm grip as I lowered it to my groin. Gently pressing the head of the razor against my skin, I slowly glided it down. Matt watched as swipe after swipe, the hair above my vagina was slowly removed. I reached out behind Matt, letting the razor fall under the stream of the shower, washing away my shaved hair. When I was mostly done with the top, I looked to an attentive Matt,
"Could you help me out a little?" I asked.
Matt reached out and held onto the lips of my vagina, gently pulling them to the side so I could access every crevice. After a couple more swipes, I was finally done. I washed off the razor one more time, then ran some water over my pussy, letting all the shaving cream wash away.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
Matt stared at my bare pussy as if for the first time. I was shaved clean, the slender flowery lips of my pussy on full display. He ran his fingers over my pelvis, right above my vagina, feeling my smooth skin.
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured.
I giggled and stood up, stepping under the shower,
"I guess that means I'll be keeping it this way for a while," I mused as I rubbed my hands over my slit.
Matt stood up and turned to face me.
"Okay mister, your turn," I stated as I held out the razor for him.
Matt looked down at the razor then back up at me,
"Actually, since you did such a fine job, would you mind doing me?" he asked.
I smiled and pressed my hand against Matt's chest, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. I assumed his previous position, kneeling down infront of him. Spreading Matt's legs I began to lather up his groin with shaving cream. As I held onto his limp penis, rubbing the foam up and down and around, I felt Matt slowly getting hard in my hands.
"Sorry babe, can't help it," Matt apologized.
"I actually think it'll be easier this way," I replied.
I carefully pressed the razor against Matt's abdomen and began slow straight swipes. Matt's pubes were slightly coarser than my own so it took a little more effort but I was doing a fine job. I smiled as I held Matt's erect cock to the side and very carefully guided the razor along curve of his shaft. Matt helped me out, holding his penis down so I could concentrate on my task. I held on to Matt's balls, pulling the skin taut so I could clear him of every hair possible.
"Okay, get up," I instructed.
Matt headed my direction.
"Now turn around."
As Matt spun round, I placed her hands on his butt cheeks and gently spread them.
"There's a little hair back here, do you want me to do all of it?" I asked.
Matt thought for a while before he replied,
"Might as well, if you're brave enough," he chuckled.
"Baby, I've had your tongue in my ass, I think I could man up and do some probing of my own," I replied.
Matt continued to chuckle,
"Okay babe, have at it."
I re-lathered my hand with shaving foam and slid my palm between Matt's butt cheeks.
"A little help babe?" I asked.
Matt shook his head in disbelief as he reached behind and held is butt cheeks. I continued sliding my hand up and down, letting my finger press against Matt's warm anus every so often. I then guided the razor between his butt cheeks, carefully sliding it down against his skin. I did either side, then rubbed my hand against him once more.
Matt tried to arch his neck over his shoulder to get a view,
"Having fun back there?" he asked.
I giggled,
"It's just so smooth and nice," I explained.
"Okay, I think you're all done," I announced.
I stood up and Matt turned to face me. We stepped beneath the shower and let the water cascade down our bodies. I lowered my hands to Matt's cock, gently stroking his hardon.
"Mhmmm, everything's so smooth," I groaned.
Matt stepped back from the shower and stood against the wall,
"So***how does it look?"
I looked him up and down.
"Can I be honest?" I asked.
Matt chuckled and then sighed,
"Okay, let's have it."
"Well the area itself looks nice, you even look***ahem***bigger," I began to explain.
"But***" Matt interjected.
"It's just that***with your entire crotch hairless, it looks kinda weird cause your thigh still has hair."
Matt looked down at himself and laughed,
"At least it'll grow back," he reasoned.
"Do you want me to do your thighs too?" I asked.
"No***no, that's fine, if I let you do my thighs, you'll want to do my legs next, then my chest, it'll never stop," Matt chuckled.
"But I do love how it feels?" I sultrily replied as I pulled him back under the water with me. We kissed and I went back to slowly stroking Matt.
"Can I take it for a test drive?" Matt whispered into my ear as he slid his finger along my pussy.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Matt pressed me against the wall and turned me away from him. He lowered his hands and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. I pressed the side of my face against the cold tile wall as I felt Matt's bulbous head pressing into my hungry vagina. Matt eased the entirety of his warm girth into my pussy. He pulled out and slid right back in, slapping my ass with his pelvis.
"Mhmmm, that feels so nice baby," I moaned as I raised my hands to my breasts, squeezing and massaging my flesh.
Matt lowered his face, kissing the curve of my neck as he continued driving his cock in and out of me.
"Oh fuck...harder baby!" I urged.
Matt grunted as he bucked his hips with more force, plowing deep into me.
"Ahhh fuck yes ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried.
I bit my lip hard as I felt my orgasm approaching. I squeezed down forcefully on my breast with my palm. I felt Matt's teeth grind against my shoulder as his cock stretched me. I squeezed my legs together as my body trembled. My cries filled the small bathroom. Seconds later I felt Matt thrust hard into me and bite down on my skin. He groaned and I could feel his cock spasming inside me.
We stood there, our bodies warm and glowing as water beat down on us. Matt kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out of me.
"Mhmmm, that was nice," I whispered. I turned to face Matt, hooking my arms around his neck as he held onto me by the waist. We kissed for a while then finished up with our shower. After we dried ourselves, I rubbed some postshave lotion on Matt's freshly shaved crotch and did the same to myself. We stood side by side and looked at eachother's naked bodies in the mirror.
"Oh my god, you're right, it does look kinda weird," Matt laughed, getting a full view of himself for the first time.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad, and as you said, it'll grow back," I replied, trying to set Matt's mind at ease.
"You look amazing though," Matt commented.
"Thanks babe."
We got dressed and hopped into bed,
With my head lying on Matt's chest, I began to think to myself. I finally summed up to courage to broach the subject,
"Matt?"
"Yeah baby?" he softly replied.
"Umm, I'm not really sure how to ask this, so I'm just gonna blurt it out, when I was sliding my hand between your butt cheeks, and I pressed my finger against you***did you like it?" I bluntly asked.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"I guess, a little," Matt finally replied.
"Do you remember when we went to the adult toy store for the first time, and you said you'd think about something?" I followed up.
"Uh huh," he hesitantly responded.
"Well... have you?" I asked.
There was another stretch of silence.
"Babe, with the amount of stuff you've let me do to you, if it's something you wanna try, I'm more than willing to go along," he replied.
"But I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to," I began to explain.
"Well I can't say I'm super excited, infact it makes me a little nervous, but I'm willing to go into this with an open mind as long as you're there with me every step of the way," Matt interrupted.
"Okay Matty," I replied.
We fell asleep shortly afterwards.
The next morning Matt and I met up with Adam for breakfast.
"So what are you guys doing for summer break?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee.
Adam took a bite of his bagel and wiped his mouth,
"Summer and I are heading home for about a month since none of us are doing any summer classes," he replied.
"Ohh, that's nice," I replied.
"What about you two? Are you heading down to Miami?" Adam asked.
Matt and I looked at each other.
"Well I normally head down for the summer but I'm not sure about this year. Matt and I haven't really discussed it yet," I explained.
"We might just stick around here for the summer, or maybe take a trip somewhere," Matt added.
Adam nodded and went back to his bagel.
Matt and I waved goodbye to Adam as we parted ways in the parking lot. We drove to the park to lie out and get some sun.
I must have fallen asleep. My cheek was pressed against the cool grass, and I felt Matt's mouth whispering in my ear. He gently roused me from my slumber and I sat up with him, staring up at the clear blue skies.
"Ready to head home?" he asked.
"How long was I out?" I inquired.
"Just about twenty minutes," he replied as he helped me to my feet.
Back at my place I was on the couch studying while Matt was at the kitchen table with his laptop. It had probably been an hour and a half of hardcore studying when I closed my textbook and stretched my arms. I shrieked when I felt Matt nuzzling his nose against my neck from behind the couch. I reached back and held his head as he tickled my neck with his tongue. Matt began to climb over the couch. I threw my book onto the floor and lay down on the couch. Matt stretched himself out on me, resting his chin on my stomach. He looked up at me and I smiled down at him as I brushed my hand through his hair.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked.
Matt thought for a few seconds before replying,
"I'd like to take you out on a date," he proposed, "A really nice date," he clarified.
"Okay***anything special?" I asked.
"Any date with you is special baby," he affectionately replied.
I watched his head bob up and down as my tummy shook due to my giggling.
"I'll have to go home to get some nice clothes; I'll pick you up at eight."
"Okay sweetie."
Matt and I remained there staring at each other as I held his head in my hands,
"You wanna go get lunch?" I asked.
Matt grinned at me,
"In a little while," he replied.
"Was there something else you wanted to do?" I asked.
Matt couldn't hide his wide grin as he lowered his face down my body. I watched as he raised the ruffled pink skirt of my summer dress as ducked his head beneath it. All I could see now was the outline of the back of Matt's head under my skirt. I squirmed as I felt him kiss my abdomen, then, his fingers sliding against the lips of my pussy which pressed against my cotton panties. Matt continued kissing me, down over my panties, then I felt his tongue, licking my lips through my cotton confines. I raised my hips when I felt Matt tugging on my underwear, letting it slide down my thighs. I once again felt Matt's lips kissing my skin; my inner thigh, moving further up to my wetness. He teased me so deviously, moving at a snail's pace. Matt wickedly avoided my pussy, kissing around it, and now above it. I groaned when he finally kissed my clitoral hood. I felt his fingers gently spreading me then his tongue on my clit. I trembled and pushed my groin against his face. As Matt continued licking my slippery nub, I widened my legs, trying to get his face right up against me. I groaned as Matt allowed me some relief, pulling his tongue from my clit. He now began sliding his artful tongue up and down my slick lips. Slowly, he moved down my slit, then back up. I so desperately wanted his tongue on my clit again but remained patient, knowing the payoff would be that more gratifying. Matt's was now pressing his mouth against my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me and his nose nuzzling against my clit. I was whimpering now, writhing from side to side. Matt moved his mouth up and took my clit between his lips. I gasped for breath as he sucked hard on my clit. His fingers found my tight opening, and he inserted two into me, sliding in and out, in and out. I pushed up hard, forcing his face against me. I could feel the pressure build inside me as I held Matt's head down against me.
"Ohhhh fucckk MATT!" I cried as my body shook.
Matt quickened the pace with which he slid his fingers into me, all the while continuing to suck on my throbbing clit. I squeezed my legs around his face as I felt my juices rush out of me. I squirmed and wiggled as I panted and moaned. Matt continued his pleasuring until he sensed my body had stopped trembling. I felt him slowly ease his fingers out of me, and release my clit from his lips. I hiked up my skirt and Matt looked up at me, his mouth was coated in my cream. I watched him licking the sides of his mouth, happily swallowing my nectar.
He crawled up onto me and I kissed his soft lips.
"So what's for lunch?" he whispered.
I giggled as I tasted myself on his lips,
"I'm gonna need a minute before we can go for lunch baby," I replied as I continued to breathe heavily.
After lunch, Matt and I took a stroll through the mall then returned to my place. He hung out a while, watching television while I did my laundry.
I was on my laptop, waiting for my clothes to dry.
"Hey babe," I called, "Come have a look at this."
Matt made his way over to me and looked over my shoulde
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r to the laptop screen.
"Aneros huh?" he mused.
"Yeah, from what I've read, it's the best, and it doesn't look too intimidating does it?"
"I guess not," Matt replied as we browsed the prostate massagers.
"So what do you think?" I asked, wanting more of a response.
"I'd be willing to give it a go, wanna stop by the adult store tomorrow and pick one up?"
"Okay," I gleefully responded.
Matt left around seven to go get ready and I hopped into the shower.
Stepping into my room, I removed my robe and slipped on the bra and panty set I had picked up earlier in the week; sexy black lace with rose red ruffle bordering. Next, I pulled my little black dress out of the closet and stepped into it; a sleeveless black lace dress that ended above my knees. I tightened the skinny leather belt that cinched the dress at the waist. I hopped around the room getting the zip at the back of the dress up then put on a little makeup and fixed my hair. After applying a little pink lipstick, I dabbed some perfume to my neck and chest and then slipped on my black stilettoes. Topping it off with little pearl earrings and the diamond necklace Matt had given me; I walked out into the living room and waited for him.
Just around minutes to eight, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled; Matt knew very well that he didn't need to knock and could've walked right in. I walked over and opened the door. I was met by his handsome smiling face.
"Wow baby, you look incredible," he complimented.
I blushed and scanned him up and down; he was a picture of perfection. He wore a tight fitted white dress shirt with a slender black tie, his cuffs folded up to his elbows. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of skinny black slacks that ended over his shiny black dress shoes. His face was clean shaven and his hair combed to the side. I could smell a hint of the cool essence of his cologne in the air.
"You're looking pretty charming yourself babe," I replied as Matt leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You ready to go?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with Matt and locking the door behind me.
We were quickly seated at the quite extravagant Italian restaurant. It was such a romantic place, dimly lit, each table with a single burning candle.
"Wow hun, how did you manage last minute reservations here?" I queried.
"Who said I made last minute reservations?" Matt retorted.
"You mischievous little schemer," I replied, realizing Matt had this night planned all along.
We began to dine once the food had arrived.
"So what are you thinking for this summer?" I asked before placing a forkful of delicious linguini in my mouth.
Matt sipped on his wine and looked to me,
"Well you're not going down to Miami right, and Adam and Summer are heading home, so I guess I'll stick around and keep you company," he replied with a teasing smile.
"Aww, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," I sarcastically replied.
"So you wanna do anything special? We could take a weekend cruise or something."
"Maybe, that sounds like it could be fun. There's something else I was thinking about, Adam and Summer will be gone, we'll have both apartments to ourselves. I was thinking we could maybe live together for the month, see how it feels. What do you think?" I asked.
"Wanna shack up huh?" Matt teased.
I looked at him and laughed,
"Seriously babe," I urged, wanting a real response.
"I'm fine with it sweetie," he replied.
"And what if I get on your nerves after two weeks? You won't want to kick me out?" I halfheartedly joked.
Matt reached out and grabbed the tips of my fingers with his hand,
"Never baby," Matt confidently replied as he stared directly into my eyes.
We both smiled and then went back to our meals.
After dinner, Matt and I took a stroll on the beach. I clung onto my shoes with one hand, while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. Matt had his arm around my shoulder as we walked watching the waves roll in.
Back at my place, we kicked off our shoes and Matt took me into the living room. He walked over and switched on the stereo. Matt shuffled channels till he found something he liked, and then turned to me. Clasping my hands in his, Matt pressed his body against mine and we slowly danced circles in the living room.
"I had a really nice time tonight," Matt whispered.
"You say that like the funs all over," I replied sultrily.
I watched Matt smile then he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. We continued to dance, Matt spinning me round as I giggled.
"Can I just say again how absolutely stunning you look," Matt whispered before planting light kisses on the curve of my neck.
I curled my fingers around the locks of Matt's hair behind his head as I fought to stifle my moans. A slow song came up and Matt and I moved our bodies in teasing unison. Matt's lips found mines and I pressed my hips hard against his. I could feel the length of his hardon, pressing against my thigh. I lowered my hand to Matt's waist, hooking my fingers into his belt and trouser waistband,
"Come with me," I whispered, pulling him as I headed to my bedroom.
Matt helped me unzip the back of my dress before I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, between his legs as I removed my earrings and necklace. I giggled when I felt Matt's warm hands on my knees, slowly moving up my thighs. I teasingly swatted away Matt's hands just as he was reaching the apex of my thighs. Smiling down at him, I slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles. I saw the desire in Matt's eyes as he cast his gaze on me,
"You like? I bought it this week, just for you baby," I cooed.
Matt placed his hands on my hips, gently rubbing my skin. He looked up at me,
"You look incredible babe," he replied, "Do you mind giving me the view from the back?" he asked.
I happily turned around and looked over my shoulder. I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the lace fabric. I reached behind me and unclasped the hook on my bra. Turning to face Matt, I let the lace half cups slip from my breasts and fall to the floor. I leaned over and unbuckled Matt's belt. He raised his hips as I pulled on his trousers and boxers, watching in delight as his beautiful cock sprung free.
"Somebody's excited," I teased.
Matt pulled me onto him and kissed me,
"When it comes to you, I'm always excited babe," he replied.
My naked breasts pressed against Matt's shirt as we kissed. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing circles against my pussy, over my panties. I held onto Matt, my hands around his neck as I sat on his lap, my legs splayed on either side of his body. I felt Matt pulling my panties to the side, then, the head of his penis pressing against me. Matt groaned into my mouth as I sunk down onto him. Once inside me, Matt let go of his grip on my panties and wrapped his hands around me. I sucked on Matt's tongue as he held me tightly, helping me rise and fall on his cock.
"I love you so much baby," Matt whispered between kisses.
The only response I could muster were soft whimpers as Matt thrust his cock into me.
We had stopped kissing now. I was holding Matt's head against me by the neck, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other's eyes. Our warm breaths melded as we panted against each other's faces.
"I wanna cum with you baby," I moaned.
Matt continued staring at me as he raised and lowered his hips in quick succession.
"Mhmmm mhmmmm, tell me when baby," I urged, "I'm so close," I informed, feeling Matt's shaft grind against my clit with every thrust.
"Now baby!" Matt groaned.
I felt him push hard into my and his cock begin to spasm. I let myself go, my pussy clenching down on Matt's cock. I groaned in delight, my clit throbbing uncontrollably.
"Ohh fuck Matty!" I cooed.
I writhed around on Matt's lap, grinding my convulsing pussy down on his exploding cock.
We kissed again as our juices mixed deep inside me. Matt lay down, pulling me with him. I felt his soft penis slip from me, and a rush of our cum leak out onto his groin. We lay there for a while before I rolled off Matt and fetched a warm damp bath towel. I affectionately tended to Matt's groin, wiping his skin clean. After using the bathroom, I wiped my vagina and removed my panties. Matt removed his tie and shirt as I crawled my naked body into bed. He laid his head on my naked chest and I tenderly patted his hair,
"Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked.
"Not really," he whispered, "I know you'll take good care of me."
I smiled and kissed the top of Matt's head.
The next morning, Matt and I had apparently exchanged our positions. I was awoken by the warm sun on my face and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself resting my head against Matt's shoulder. I quietly looked up to Matt. He looked so peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face which caused me to smile as well. I looked over to the clock on the wall; we had to meet Adam in a little while for breakfast. I lifted the sheet off mine and Matt's naked bodies and was about to wake him up when a tempting thought entered my mind. I grinned as I slinked my way down to Matt's torso. Staring at his limp penis I admired the smooth skin around it; there was the slight hint of stubble growth, tiny black dots of emerging hair. I took his soft penis in my fingers; he looked so small now compared to the rigid shaft that filled my pussy the night before.
I took Matt between my lips and into my mouth. I toyed with Matt's soft member, running my tongue along his soft skin. An almost inaudible sigh escaped Matt as I felt him begin to swell and straighten in my mouth. Matt continued to grow until I felt is full hardness in my mouth. I began to slide my mouth up his shaft and then back down, then back up. I let Matt's cock slip from my mouth and stared down at his erection beneath me. Looking up to his face, I saw that Matt's eyes were still closed. I wrapped my dainty hand around Matt's shaft and placed my mouth on the head of his cock. I lowered my mouth on Matt once again, stroking him as I slid my mouth back to the tip. Bobbing my head up and down, I could hear that Matt's breathing had gotten heavier. After a few seconds, I let Matt slip from my mouth once again. I continued slowly stroking him with my hand as I lowered my mouth, taking his smooth balls in my mouth. I suck on him hard, loving his shaved skin.
"Babe?" Matt whispered.
After licking Matt's balls for a few seconds I raised my head and looked to his face. I was still stroking him as I stared at him staring back at me. We exchanged smiles,
"Just relax baby," I cooed before lowering my mouth to his shaft once again. I licked his shiny bulbous head, tightening the grasp on my stroking hand. A few more seconds was all it took. I watched as the tip of Matt's cock began to spurt his creamy white semen. I immediately took his entire shaft deep into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. I sucked hard as I felt his cum leaking into my mouth. Matt groaned, and I directed my eyes to him, watching as he pressed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes shut tightly. I myself was moaning now. Matt's cock was rock hard as it twitched in my mouth. A burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth as Matt gently raised his hips to my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he convulsed in me. He finally let go and I slid my mouth up his still hard shaft. I swallowed his seed then began to lick his shaft, watching him soften before my very eyes. After cleaning him to my satisfaction, I crawled to Matt's side.
"Thanks for the wonderful wakeup Kimmy," he whispered.
"No problem baby," I replied as I pecked him on the lips, "Come on, we have to meet up with Adam in a bit," I added as I rolled out of bed.
"So what time is Summer's flight landing tomorrow?" I asked.
"Eight AM," Adam replied as he took a bite off a strip of bacon, "She has class at noon actually," he explained.
I nodded my head and sipped on my coffee.
"So Kim and I have decided to just stick around here for the summer***shack up in one of the apartments," Matt stated.
We all chuckled.
"You aren't trying to steal my roommate are you Kim?" Adam asked.
"Maybe..." I tentatively replied, smiling over at Matt.
After breakfast we said goodbye to Adam and hopped in the car. Matt turned to me on the way home,
"So do you wanna stop by the sex toy store?" he asked.
I grinned at him and nodded, I was so happy he was the one that suggested it as I now felt I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the brightly lit store. We smiled at the woman behind the counter; we had become accustomed to her, seeing her the couple of times we stopped by to pick up lube. We made our way over to the toy section and began to peruse the selection.
"Aneros***over there," I pointed.
We walked over and looked at all the different models.
"How about this one baby?" I asked, holding up the most slender looking model*** the "Eupho."
Matt took the toy and read the information on the packaging.
"Well it doesn't look too intimidating," he mused.
We looked around a little more but came back to the eupho,
"I guess this is the one," Matt decided.
"Do we need lube?" I asked.
"No, I think we have a bottle at both our apartments," Matt chuckled.
We began to walk to the cashier when I grabbed Matt's hand,
"Matt, if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for it."
Matt looked at me and smiled,
"That's okay Kim, I don't mind," he replied.
"Please baby, I want to," I insisted.
Matt handed me the plastic packaging,
"Okay sweetie, thanks."
We walked up to the counter and I handed the woman the toy.
I paid and she handed me a plastic bag containing the toy,
"Have fun you two," she smiled.
Matt and I thanked her then left.
Once in the car, Matt turned to me,
"So what do you want to do now?"
I looked at the clock on the car radio,
"Wanna hit the beach?" I suggested halfheartedly.
"Nahh, too far," Matt replied.
"Okay...hmmm, we could go to the pool."
Matt seemed to be deep in thought,
"Maybe," he hesitantly replied.
"What about going to a movie?" I asked.
"Okay, I'd be up for that."
I whipped out my cellphone and began looking up showtimes as Matt drove to the Cineplex.
After the movie, Matt and I exited the theater. We had to squint our eyes in the bright sun. We stopped by a sushi bar and picked up some take out. Once back at my place, Matt and I sat on the couch and ate lunch.
"So what was that this morning about stealing Adam's roommate?" Matt asked as I took his empty plate from him.
We walked over to the sink and I began to wash up the dishes. Matt jumped up and sat on the counter beside the sink, drying the dishes as I handed them to him and placing them in the tray.
"I dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Haven't you ever thought about moving into a place, you know, just me and you?"
"I guess, I have, I mean we practically already live together, I'm always over here, and if I'm not here, you're at my place," Matt replied.
"Well maybe spending a month in the summer all by ourselves will be a good thing, we'd see what it's like living together for a while," I reasoned.
"I suppose you're right," Matt agreed as he took the dripping ceramic bowl from my hand and wiped it dry.
I was almost done with the dishes, I held out a soaped up white plate and grabbed the slender rubber hose attachment on the sink. I held the nozzle infront the plate and pressed down on the lever. I guess I wasn't expecting the force of the water to be that strong. I almost jumped as a jolt of water shot out, ricocheting off the plate and across to Matt. The stream of water struck him on his side, making a wet circle on his black t-shirt, right over his ribcage. I immediately released the lever, stopping the water and looked up at Matt. He was staring back at me and I started to giggle.
"Something funny babe?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident," I laughed.
Matt hopped down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed the nozzle from my hands, pointing it straight up at me.
I wriggled in his grasp,
"You wouldn't dare," I warned.
"I wouldn't would I?" Matt teasingly replied.
I watched as his fingers began to tighten on the lever,
"Matthew, no!" I firmly stated.
Matt's fingers loosened around the lever and I felt him let go of me. Standing beside me he held out the nozzle to me,
"Okay, here you go," he calmly stated.
I reached out to take the hose from Matt but before I could grab it, he squeezed the nozzle and water came shooting out, right against my chest.
I squealed and laughed as the cold water struck me,
"Matthew!!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand, turning the stream of water on him. We fought back and forth, both of us getting wet in the process. Eventually we transitioned into play fighting as we both released the hose and wrestled each other to the floor. Matt and I tossed and tangled on the floor for a few minutes. Finally I managed to pin him beneath me. I was straddling his hips, holding down both his arms against the floor. I smiled victoriously down at him. I lowered my face just above his. Water dripped off the tip of my nose down onto Matt's forehead.
"Give up?" I teasingly asked.
Matt smiled up at me, instead of answering, he tried to raise his head and kiss me. I pulled my head back before he could kiss me and held him down by the hands,
"Nuh uh mister***do you give up?" I repeated as I mischievously wiggled my hips, grinding my crotch against Matt's groin.
"Okay I give up," Matt whispered.
I giggled; knowing that at any time Matt wanted he could easily overpower me and have me. I released Matt's arms. The second I did that he rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. We both laughed as Matt lowered his mouth to mine. We couldn't help our chuckling as we kissed and rolled around on the floor. Matt's hands roamed over my back, over my damp t-shirt, slowing inching down to my butt. Grabbing my butt cheeks firmly, Matt pulled me hard against him; I could feel him pressing his erection against my abdomen. I was about to remove my t-shirt when Matt's phone started ringing. We both groaned as our lips separated. Matt climbed off of me and picked up his phone off the table.
There was a brief conversation then Matt hung up.
"That was Adam, his car broke down at the library, he needs help with a jumpstart."
Matt helped me up from off the floor,
"And we were just getting to the good stuff," I complained.
"I know," Matt replied and kissed me. "Wanna come with?" he asked.
"No, I think I'll stay here and clean up our mess," I replied.
Matt quickly got changed into dry clothes and took off.
About an hour later, Matt was back.
"Was everything okay?" I asked as he joined me on the couch.
"Yeah, he left his headlights on so it drained the battery. Gave him a jumpstart and he was good to go."
I watched Matt's weary face and brushed the hair above his forehead,
"You look tired, you should go take a nap," I suggested.
"That actually sounds like a great idea," Matt replied as he sighed, "Wanna come join me?" he asked.
"I will in a bit, I have a couple things to do," I replied.
I watched Matt walk off towards my room and grabbed the car keys. I was only gone a half hour. I picked up some subs for Matt and I to have for dinner. I left the sandwiches on the kitchen counter and quietly made my way into the bedroom. Matt was under the covers, sound asleep. I stealthily crawled into bed, lying at Matt's side. I watched his peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the subtle smile on his face meant that he was dreaming, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep.
When I woke up I was alone in bed. I checked the clock; I was out for about an hour. I could hear Matt in the shower. I remained in bed stretching my arms and legs. Matt emerged a couple minutes later, dressed in just his blue boxer briefs. I looked up at him and smiled, his chest was dotted with water droplets, and his damp hair went in all directions after just having been towel dried.
"Why didn't you wake me, I'd have loved to join you for a shower," I
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Matt knelt down beside me and ran his hand through my hair,
"I wanted to, but you looked so adorable while you slept, I couldn't bring myself to wake you."
I smiled at Matt lovingly.
"So do you wanna go get dinner?" he asked.
"I already got us dinner, it's out in the kitchen," I replied.
Matt and I made our way to the kitchen and ate, then settled on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was paying much attention. Instead, I was snuggled up in Matt's arms. I was looking up at him; we both remained silent and just stared into each other's eyes. As was our custom, we eventually began making out. I giggled like a child when I felt Matt picking me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Matt crawled on me and we continued our heavy petting. Taking a break from our kissing to catch a breath I looked at Matt in just his boxers,
"I think I might be a little overdressed," I commented.
Matt was all too happy to help me out of my green t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, leaving me in just my white cotton panties.
"That's much better," I moaned as I pulled Matt back down to me.
Matt began kissing his way down my body, slowly along my neck then chest. When he was over my stomach, and moving lower, I held his head up and stopped him,
"Nuh uh***tonight is all you baby," I informed. I made Matt stand up and remove his boxers, watching gleefully as his manhood bounced free. After he removed my panties, I picked up the white plastic aneros from off the side table, it was slender and cylindrical and very smooth. There was an angled head then narrow neck which widened into a 'body' section then narrowed again, tapering down to two curved arms at the base, preventing any chance of going in all the way.
"Are you ready baby?" I asked.
Matt nodded and handed me the bottle of lube,
"Be gentle with me," he joked.
Matt got on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I poured a generous amount of the clear liquid on the toy, and stroked it up and down; making sure the entire thing was properly lubed. I eagerly made my way over to Matt. He was holding his butt cheeks apart just slightly. I placed the toy between his cheeks and rubbed it about, spreading the lube around his opening.
"Ready?" I asked again.
"Go for it babe," he instructed.
Pressing the head against Matt's opening, I watched as his skin stretched, allowing the toy to slide in. Matt groaned as the head slipped in,
"Is it in?" he asked urgently.
I giggled,
"Just the head baby, just keep relaxing and breathing, you're doing great," I informed him.
I heard Matt trying to control his breathing and I applied a little more pressure. The body of the toy began to slide in. When it reached the tapered section, I watched Matt's anus contract and suck the toy all the way in. Matt let out another groan as the white plastic filled him, the arms pressing against his perineum and between his butt cheeks.
"Okay baby, it's in," I whispered.
Matt continued to lie there, getting his body accustomed to the new feeling. I watched in delight as Matt's anus relaxed and contracted, which pulled the toy in him everytime in a thrusting fashion.
After a minute or two, Matt got up. He was kneeling down on the bed and looked at me,
"How does it feel?" I asked curiously.
A small smiled escaped him,
"Kinda amazing actually, every I suck it into me, I think it nudges against my prostate, it feels really good," he explained.
"Oh my god baby! Look at your cock," I alerted as we both stared down at Matt's erection.
His penis was rock hard and throbbing, a long strand of clear precum dangling from its tip, almost all the way down to the bed.
I excitedly reached down with a cupped hand and collected his nectar then eagerly licked my palm.
"You think you're ready?" I anxiously asked.
"What do you think?" Matt retorted, directing my attention to his rock hard erection.
I crawled infront of Matt and got on all fours. I felt Matt's hands on my ass as he positioned himself. Matt pressed his cock against my pussy, and rubbed himself up and down my lips. After a few seconds, I felt him pushing into me. As Matt entered my pussy, his hands gripped my hips tightly.
"Mhmm baby, I don't think you've ever felt harder," I moaned as Matt filled me.
Matt began to thrust into me, pumping passionately into my cunt.
We were both groaning aloud as Matt's thighs slapped against my ass. I threw my head back in delight when I felt Matt pressing his index finger into my asshole. Matt worked his finger in and out of me as I began slamming my body back against his throbbing cock, meeting his every thrust.
"Ohhh fuck Matt! Harder baby! Fuck me harder!" I cried. Matt headed my pleas and pushed hard into me and I felt a second finger begin to enter my ass.
"Ohh god baby yesss!!" I moaned.
I was so close to my orgasm. I lowered my face down to the bed, sticking my ass up in the air as Matt continued to plow into me. My hands were now free and they found their way to my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard and awaited the surging climax of my orgasm.
"Ohhh fuckk Matt! Mhmmm mhmmm,"
Matt thrusted harder and faster which drove me over the edge. My body tensed up and my pussy contracted around Matt's cock. My satisfied cries filled the tiny room and my pussy flowed with my cream.
"Ohh god baby, are you almost there?" I moaned, tired and satisfied.
"Almost, baby, almost," Matt grunted.
"I want to see you cum," I cooed.
I felt Matt pull out of my gaping cunt and I immediately flipped over onto my back. I hungrily reached out and grabbed Matt's cock and began stroking him furiously. It only took seconds for huge ropes of cum to shoot out of Matt's twitching cock.
"Ahhhhh fuck!! " Matt groaned as he bucked his hips.
I stared happily back and forth between Matt's face and his glorious exploding cock. I continued stroking Matt's penis as more and more of his seed just kept coming. It was the most I'd ever seen him produce, every drop of it landing on my breasts. Matt finally began to calm, and even with a limp penis his body continued to twitch and droplets of cum continued to dribble out.
Even the look on Matt's face as he stared down at me told me he was surprised by the amounts of cum that coated me.
"Ohh my good baby, that was nothing like I've ever felt before," he panted before lying at my side.
"I could tell babe, and this certainly isn't like anything we've experienced before," I replied as I played with the puddles of cum on my chest.
"Looks like we'll be taking that shower after all," Matt stated.
We laid there for a few minutes before making our way to the bathroom. Matt got some tissues and wiped my chest the best he could.
"Turn around," I instructed.
Matt listened and I lowered my hands, curling my fingers around the arms of the aneros.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," Matt replied.
I slowly pulled on the toy; it slid from Matt's butt with ease. I tossed the still lubed up plastic cylinder in the sink while Matt turned on the shower.
"I just need to pee real quick," I informed Matt.
"No one's stopping you babe," Matt quipped.
"You want me to go with you just standing there?" I asked embarrassingly.
"It's not like you're going number two, you're just peeing, think of it as taking our relationship to another level," Matt replied with a chuckle.
"Well I've never seen you go while I was in here with you," I protested.
"So you want me to pee first and then you will?" he asked.
I nodded in response.
"You're such a baby," Matt chuckled as he walked over and lifted the toilet seat. I walked up behind him and stood on my tiptoes. Matt and I both stared down at his penis. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me before I saw his golden stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. When he was done, Matt looked at me,
"Do you wanna shake it for me?"
I giggled as I wrapped my hands around Matt's waist and took his limp penis between my fingers. I shook his soft noodle a couple times, watching as a couple drops of pee fell into the bowl.
"Okay, your turn," Matt stated as he stepped out of the way.
I had no choice but to hesitantly lower the toilet seat and sit down. Matt mischievously knelt down infront of me and stared directly into my eyes, knowing how embarrassing this was for me.
"I don't hear anything?" Matt teased.
I stuck out my tongue at Matt, jokingly mocking him. A few seconds later we both smiled at each other as we heard the steady trickle of my pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I wiped myself and flushed then Matt helped me to my feet and into the shower.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as we soaked our bodies beneath the warm water.
"I guess not," I replied, "What about you, was the aneros as scary as you thought it would be?" I asked.
Matt looked up at the ceiling, letting the water flow over his face. He looked back down at me,
"I don't think I was ever scared of the actual thing, you know the physical stuff. What worried me was what you would think of me after doing something like that, I had this insecure feeling that you'd think I was less of a man or something."
"Baby, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?" I asked with a concerned tone.
"I dunno, maybe it's just stupid."
"Well what is stupid is thinking I would ever think of you as anything but one hundred percent my man, all man."
I wrapped my hands around Matt and he did the same to me,
"Baby, when I'm in your arms***I feel like the safest person in the world. And every time you kiss me, or hold my hand, or make love to me, or do something like tonight for me even though you were a bit hesitant, I know you are the only man for me," I continued to explain.
Matt kissed me on the forehead,
"Thanks baby, you're the best," he replied.
Matt and I finished up with our shower then got dressed. Matt slipped on some boxers and I just put on a t-shirt. We crawled into bed and huddled under the covers,
"So do you think we'll be adding the aneros to our future?" I asked.
"Definitely, it's not an everyday occasion kinda thing, but I could definitely see us using it once in a while," Matt replied.
"Glad you liked it."
"Well I'm glad you suggested it babe," Matt stated.
He reached over and gave me a peck on the lips,
"I love you baby," I cooed.
"I love you too Kimmy."
The next morning I rolled out of bed around nine. I slipped on a pair of Matt's boxers, used the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. I returned a couple minutes later, a cup of coffee in each of my hands. I set down one cup next to Matt, on the bedside table.
"Babe, you have your study group in an hour," I whispered.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I watched as Matt slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with me, resting his back against the wooden head board. He smiled at me as he picked up his cup and took a sip,
"So what are you doing today?" he asked.
"Ohh I'll probably wait till Summer gets home, then maybe hit the gym before lunch then I have class this afternoon."
"Want me to get us lunch after my study group? I have a few hours before my class in the evening."
"Okay, sounds great," I replied.
"I better hop in the shower and head out," Matt stated after taking another sip.
I waited until Matt left then decided to tidy up the apartment a little. I was out in the kitchen when I heard the door opening. Adam and Summer came strolling in,
"Hey guys," I greeted.
"Hi Kim," they replied in unison.
Summer schlepped her bag over to her bedroom then returned at kissed Adam on the cheek,
"I'll see you this evening babe, thanks again," she stated.
"Don't mention is sweetie, see yah later Kim!"
"See yah Adam!" I replied.
Summer walked over and we exchanged a quick hug then sat at the table,
"He has class," Summer explained.
"So, how was it?" I asked.
"Really great, we had an amazing weekend, was really nice being back home."
"That's nice, so when is your class?"
"In an hour actually, I better go get ready, see you this evening? We can go out for dinner; I'll tell you all about my weekend."
"Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," I replied.
After Summer left for class, I got changed into my exercise clothes and headed out to the gym.
Standing over the sink in the kitchen, I chugged my bottle of water. My workout had me feeling exhilarated. Hearing a key in the front door, and turned my head to see Matt enter.
"Hey baby," I greeted.
"Hi sweetie, I got us chipotle," he replied.
Matt set the brown bag down on the table as he made his way over to me. He embraced me from behind and held me.
"How was your workout?" he whispered.
"Amazing," I replied.
"What's amazing is how you look in those black spandex shorts and orange sports bra," Matt replied.
I giggled as he kissed my neck.
"Baby, I'm all sweaty," I squealed as he tickled my neck with his tongue.
"Mhmm, and you taste that much better," he whispered, "Is Summer home?" he asked.
I raised my head to the ceiling and closed my eyes, letting Matt work his tongue to the back of my neck as he continued kissing me.
"Nope, she had class," I cooed.
"Mhmmm, how convenient," Matt replied.
I felt Matt's hand on my stomach, moving down between my legs. I could almost feel my knees go weak when he cupped my vagina over my tight spandex shorts.
"Mhmmm baby, you're so warm," he whispered.
I wiggled my butt against Matt's body; I could already feel his prominent bulge pressing hard against my ass.
"Come on," I urgently stated, leading Matt into my room.
I spun round and kissed Matt hard, his tongue was so warm and his mouth so inviting. I felt him pawing at my sports bra; we broke our kiss so he could lift it off me. Matt immediately lowered his face to my breasts, sucking on my pert mounds. There was nothing for me to do but affectionately comb my fingers through his hair and enjoy his touch.
After a couple minutes, Matt laid me down on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. He kissed his way down my stomach. My tummy trembled as I giggled, Matt's tickling tongue swirling around my belly button having the desired effect. He moved lower and was now kissing my lower abdomen, over my spandex. Matt kissed the plump lips of my vagina which pressed against the tight fabric. I watched as he pressed his nose against my lips and took a shallow breath,
"You're amazing," he sighed as he hooked his fingers into my spandex, pulling it along with my thong down to my knees. I smiled as I felt a cool rush of air against my now bare skin.
"Baby, you sure you don't want me to take a quick shower first?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure.
Matt's response was quite reassuring,
"Are you kidding baby? You taste amazing," he replied before lowering his face to my pussy.
Matt tenderly kissed the lips of my vagina, planting light pecks up and down the length of my slit. My eyes tightened when I felt Matt warm tongue slide into my vagina. I could already feel my juices trickle onto Matt's tongue as my heart began beating faster and faster. All I heard was the slurping sounds of Matt's tongue lapping away at my vagina. After a few seconds, Matt pulled his tongue from me and moved up, latching on to my throbbing clit. I opened my legs wider as Matt gently nibbled on me. Matt raised his hand and slid a finger into me. I gasped in delight as he began pumping his finger inside me, quickly adding a second. Matt's tongue was swirling around my pulsing clit, lashing it back and forth. I was moaning and panting now, my mind overcome with pleasure. Matt pulled his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his thumb, rubbing tortuously delightful circles around it. With two fingers delving into me with considered pace, and his thumb circling my clit, Matt raised his face up to mine. He kissed me hard, and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting my wonderful juices on him. Matt's fingers curled inside me, moving speedily as I squirmed myself against him.
"Ahhhhh fuck MATTY!" I cried as a wave of ecstasy rushed over me.
I had to pull my mouth from Matt's as I clenched my jaw, my body shivering with my orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, letting my mind calm back down as Matt continued to slowly caress me. I finally turned my face to him and smiled. He pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his glistening fingers. Matt let me lick his thumb clean, I savored my sweet nectar. As Matt pulled his finger from my mouth, he reached over to the sidetable drawer and retrieved the lube,
"Are you up for it?" he softly asked.
I nodded affirmatively.
Matt stood up and reached out an open hand,
"Come with me, I want to see your face."
Without query, I reached up and Matt helped me to my feet. I let my shorts and underwear fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. Matt led me to the bathroom and positioned me to stand over the sink, infront of the mirror. I looked over my shoulder and watched Matt pour some lube into his hand. I giggled when I felt his hand press between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his fingers around my tight entrance, teasingly slipping a finger in just to pull it back out. I looked forward into the mirror and stared back at myself and Matt. I heard him unbuckling his jeans. He took a few seconds to lube up his cock and then I felt him, pressing between my butt cheeks. Matt was looking down, and I was looking at him in the mirror. I felt the head of Matt's cock press against my asshole. He pushed gently and his head slid in. I grasped onto the sides of the white ceramic sink as Matt made his way into me. When he was about halfway in, I felt Matt place his hands on my hips and he looked up into the mirror at me. We smiled at eachother and he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Matt's eyes focused on mine as I held my breath and he pushed in all the way. I relaxed my breathing and reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled by Matt.
"You feel amazing baby," Matt whispered before kissing me on the neck.
"So do you Matty," I moaned.
Matt brushed the hair from my back and kissed my neck. I turned my head as best I could and found Matt's lips with my own. We kissed for a few tender seconds then I looked back into the mirror.
"Is anything hurting?" Matt lovingly asked.
"No babe, everything feels wonderful, just go slow at first," I replied.
Matt's grip on my hips tightened and he began sliding in and out. I groaned in delight as I felt Matt's rigid cock stretching my asshole. After a few seconds I was pressing my ass back against Matt to meet his thrusts. I stared into his eyes and brought a hand up to my breasts. Matt's strokes were tender and gentle, when I felt I was ready, I gave him the okay,
"Harder baby, fuck me harder," I moaned.
Matt's eyes were focused on my face as his plowed hard and deep into me. I squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my erect nipples as Matt continued thrusting into me. I was rotating my head from side to side, moaning in delight as I felt my orgasm approach.
"Ohhh fuck Matt!!" I cried as I squeezed my asshole around his shaft.
I screamed out loud and lowered my hand to my pulsing clit as my orgasm hit. Matt was right there with me, his cock spasming as he filled my ass with his warm cum.
We were both grunting as our bodies twitched in ecstasy. Matt pressed his face against my shoulder, leaving his cock deep in me as his orgasm continued. I was almost delirious as my shuddering climax subsided. I felt myself shiver, aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel Matt soften inside me. I relaxed my contracted asshole and Matt eased himself out. I turned to face him and we kissed passionately. Matt wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed, his soft penis dribbling cum onto my abdomen. I could feel Matt's warm cum drooling from my asshole and smiled against his mouth. I stripped Matt and we hopped into the shower.
After getting dressed we went out into the kitchen and ate lunch. We were still basking in the glow of our love making; Matt reached out hand held my hand as we ate.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied, "I just love feeling you," he explained.
I smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb.
After lunch we both headed out together to go to our classes.
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Welcome one and all to the fourth installment of Day After Day. Sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, but I only have a vague idea of where i want the story to go so i write a chapter and post a chapter. Remember: you need to email, comment, or at least vote if you like the story. Feedback is absolutely amazing, thanks.
this story is not appropriate for immature readers and contains somewhat graphic sex and references to violence. If you like, enjoy, if not, go away!
Another note: it probably doesn't make sense if you havn't read the rest of the series...
Damon felt fine the next day when he went to school. He took the pills Alice had given him and wasn't having any trouble with either maintaining his shape or blacking out. The only thing that bugged him was the fact that his memory wasn't working very well. He remembered answering the door to Alice and her giving him the pills, but he couldn't remember anything in between. He felt like there was something extremely important that his mind just wouldn't let him know.
The nagging sensation kept him off-balance at school for the entire week. Alice was acting strange too. She was being "clingy." Damon had never minded having a cute girl to hold on to, but it was starting to get a little strange. Other than that it was a fairly ordinary week.
The only thing interesting that had happened was that a guy named Jared had called, asking him if he'd like to meet and discuss a job opportunity.
"Jared, hmm...Oh, I remember now. Jared is the wolf that was one of the bouncers at the party we went to Saturday. If he wants to talk about a job opportunity, then he probably saw your fight with Roger."
"So do you think I should go talk to him?"
"I think that you should if you're interested in making a little bit of money for not a whole lot of work." Despite her words, she seemed worried by something.
Damon called him back and set up a meeting at Starbucks for Friday evening. Damon was going to wear his necklace again so Jared could recognize him. The necklace had come from Cozumel Mexico and Damon didn't know of anyone in Ohio that had the same necklace.
Thursday afternoon, Damon and Alice found themselves alone yet again. They often were alone after school, usually at Damon's house. Normally they just talked about life and played boyfriend and girlfriend. Today, however, Damon didn't feel like playing.
"I need to know some more about being a wolf."
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"How about you explain how I became a wolf. I mean how is it physically possible that I could transform into a half-human half-wolf creature?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"It's simple. I'm not the one that understands these things. There are lots of furry experts who claim all sorts of different things. I just know that I'm a wolf and I enjoy being a wolf."
"How did you become a wolf?"
"My dad changed me when I was only seven. He thought that it would be better for me to grow up being one. Both he and my mom are, so it was unavoidable that I would escape noticing it."
"Wait, when did they become wolves?"
"It was before I was born. I'm not sure exactly when. Oh, and they're not wolves."
"I'm so horribly confused right now." He shook his head. She leaned over and kissed him.
"Its okay. I'll try and explain. Since we're still more-than-half human, we have human children. If we want them to be changed like us, we have to change them. One benefit actually is that children don't suffer the side-effects of the medicine that more mature people do."
"What side effects?" Damon had a suspicious gleam in his blue eyes.
Alice blushed. "Oh you know, a little bit of memory loss, maybe some residual headaches, that sort of stuff." Damon opened his mouth to interrupt, but Alice silenced him with a kiss. "Let's not talk about that right now. Please?"
"...Fine..." She gave him another kiss, this one a bit longer. "Is there some reason you don't want me to take the job Jared was talking about?"
"I'm just worried that you're gonna get hurt."
"I can take care of myself." Damon's face showed that he was a bit hurt and insulted that she didn't have confidence in him. "I took care of Roger, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you're gonna be dealing with people a lot more dangerous than Roger if you take the job. Roger was totally smashed when you two fought. I just know you're gonna end up fighting someone who can actually fight and you're going to get hurt." She looked almost on the verge of tears.
"Shh...Don't worry." He dropped his head a little to look straight into her eyes. "If I take the job, there'll be a group of us working so the other guys will have my back. I'll be fine." He kissed her softly on her forehead. "You won't have to worry at all."
She sniffed back tears and pulled in close for a hug. "I love you..."
"I love you too. If it bothers you that much, I won't take the job."
"No. You're well-enough equipped for the job; I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing will." He held her until it was time for her to go home.
School on Friday went extremely slowly for Damon. The day seemed to be trying to torture Damon for as long as possible. By the time the last bell rang at two o'clock, Damon felt like he had sat through three consecutive days in school. He headed over to Alice's locker. "Hey sexy."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Whaddaya want?"
"Nothing. I'm just happy that today is finally over. Do you want to come with me when I meet Jared?"
"No I've got some stuff I need to do this evening."
"Do you need to get home early?"
"No. I need to be home by five. What time are you supposed to meet Jared anyway?"
"I said anywhere from six to six fifteen. I'll probably just go and grab a coffee and a book from Borders and sit down and read till he gets there."
"Oh, wow that sounds dull."
"Hey, I like reading."
"I'm sure it's fabulous." She clearly looked skeptical.
"Whatever. I've got a few questions related to the wolves I'd like to ask you."
"Okay, shoot."
"I'm interested in knowing some more of the people in the loop. Basically I know you, Roger, and I'll be meeting Jared later this evening. That's hardly enough to invite to a party."
"Well, unfortunately, you're gonna have to go to some more parties and meet people. Actually, now that I think about it, do you remember Amy? She was a senior last year, blonde hair, fairly ditzy."
"Amy Reynolds? Yeah she's actually a good friend of mine."
"She's a raccoon."
"A raccoon?"
"Yeah, personalities play a big part in which animal you get. Amy tends to get distracted by shiny things, a lot."
"I guess she does at that. So how am I supposed to tell her that I'm a wolf?"
"I guess just call her up and ask her about the party last Saturday. She was probably there. If you know about that, it proves that you're a wolf and breaks the ice a little."
"Okay. Thanks, I may have to give her a call sometime over the weekend."
"You better not be thinking of cheating on me." She punctuated her remark by a swift elbow to the male's stomach.
"I wouldn't dream of it." They walked on, arm in arm, with Damon discreetly rubbing his gut.
They continued chatting for a while until it was time for Alice to be home. Damon returned to his own house to get quick shower. He had tried staying human while he showered, but whenever he turned into a wolf afterwards, he always felt dirty. He finally had gotten used to cleaning himself while he was wearing his wolf's fur.
In the shower there was a small mirror that Damon used to check what his hair looked like while it was wet. Once he had run it under the stream of water he found that it was nearly down to the tip of his nose. While he was wondering he also noticed that all along his jaw-line there was a faint trace of red fur sticking out from the black. A quick switch to and from his human form showed him that he needed to shave.
"Well, I'll be damned. A new and exciting discovery in the life of a wolf." He shook his head in the mirror again. "Maybe I should get it cut." Another shake of his head and he was back to thoroughly cleaning his fur, paying special attention to his tail. Damon loved his tail. He had dreamed, as most children did if they watched cartoons, what it would be like to have a tail. He just couldn't get over it. He wagged it and sprayed water all over the already-soaked shower stall.
He went back to shampooing his hair with an absent smile. He always kept his body fur short, otherwise he looked like a bum, but the hair on his head, with its vibrant red curls, demanded a lot of extra attention. Damon didn't care what other people thought he looked like, but he did care what he thought he looked like, so he generally went against fashion but usually looked good.
Before stepping out of the shower, he transformed into a human and then back to a wolf causing most of the water to fall down the drain. He then dried the residue out of his fur. He had tried just drying off in human form, but that left his fur feeling damp.
He pulled on dark jeans and a new blue t-shirt. The shirt was tight and showed of his pecs and abs very nicely. He added a little bit of hair gel to avoid his hair turning into an afro and headed out, almost forgetting to become human again. The instant he did, he went back into the bathroom and shaved.
He got to Starbucks a little late and barely had time to get a cup of coffee when fairly large guy walked over and sat down at the table with him. "You're Damon, right?"
"That's me. You must be Jared." The man named pulled out some papers and spread them out on the table. "What are those for?"
"So people think we're discussing business, which in fact, we are."
"Well you called the meeting so you should start talking."
"Basically, your story with the big guy got back to the head of security for the...people who run those parties. They were wondering if you'd like a trial position on security."
"Go on."
They continued discussing the details of the job such as pay, hours and the like and finally got everything settled and a meeting scheduled with the head honcho.
"Just so you know, I can only keep this job till the end of the summer. Then I'm going off to college."
"Where are you planning on going?"
"I've got a couple of places I need to decide between but the closest is almost 200 miles south."
"Ah. You know, you might want to talk to your friend from the party about another college you might be interested in. It's called the Leo National College."
"What's so special about it?"
"Just ask your friend. I need to get going. I'll call you about the meeting."
"Bye..."
The Leo National College had peaked Damon's curiosity and he searched online for it when he got home, but couldn't find anything. He decided to check with Alice tomorrow. He locked the door, got out of his clothes and changed shape. Alice had said that he would be able to transform instantaneously eventually so he wouldn't need to lock the door, but he couldn't do it yet.
Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow he was out.
He got up and saw Alice sitting on the foot of his bed.
'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to surprise you...Did it work?
She was almost wearing a translucent blue nightgown that revealed all of her curves and hinted at most of the details. She was sitting in a proper position, only made a mockery by the gown. Suddenly, but without surprise she was next to him. Half on top of him, she kissed him, long and luxurious. Simultaneously, the kiss lasted for hours and was over in the blink of an eye.
'I love you...'
'I love you too.'
'Do you want me?'
'...More than anything.' He pulled her close for another kiss. Unnoticed, the gown had disappeared. His paws were suddenly caressing her lovely breasts while he grinded into her with his sheath. Her paws dropped to coax his member out of its protective blanket, while his mouth drifted down to kiss and bite the soft fur on her neck.
She moaned and redoubled her efforts to awaken his sleeping member, now grinding into him harder and harder. When he was finally ready to begin she straddled him completely and lowered herself inch by inch. Time seemed to stretch.
The world shimmered like a heatwave. 'Haven't I done this before?' The world flickered and Alice was lying on her back looking up at him with eyes alight with mischievous pleasure. '...Come on, it's not nice to make a lady wait...' Damon couldn't help but dive in.
He forced his entire length inside her all at once. She screamed but only in pleasure and immediately began pumping herself on his rod, creating a counterstroke to his own thrusts. Damon moved back to caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. She moaned loudly, 'God Damon!' She clamped down hard on his shaft causing him to plummet over the edge. He pushed every inch of him inside of her and shot what seemed like gallons of his seed into her. She in turn clasped him tightly and bit down hard on his neck.
They were lying next to each other, her cradled in his arms. She turned to him, 'I hope that was as good as the first time.'
'What are you talking about? That was the first time. I've never had sex before...'
'That's what you think.' She winked at him and kissed him.
Damon sat bolt upright on his bed panting. It was only three in the morning.
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The baggage claim area at the airport was full of people. Some had just flown into Austin. Others were here to pick up someone just arriving. I was in this second category. A glance at the overhead display let me know that Jessica's flight from Atlanta had landed. I hadn't seen my sister in nearly a year. Her last visit had been to attend the funeral for my wife, Lilly, who had been tragically killed in an auto accident. I had high expectations that this visit would be much different.
Jessica was 30 years old, about two years younger than myself. She was an attractive woman, about five feet five inches tall with shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes, a big smile, and a cute figure. We cared for, and looked out for, each other. You could say that we had a strong sibling connection. Up until the past few years we had been very close. It nearly broke my heart when she moved to Atlanta about four years ago to pursue a career. But recently her job had turned sour, and her relationship with her boyfriend had ended. Jessica wanted to start a new chapter in her life, and she decided to move back to Austin to make that new start.
At the time I was living in a large four bedroom house in the hill country just west of Austin. Lilly and I had it built as our dream home. We both loved that house, and the wonderful life we lived. Then one fateful day, that all ended. After Lilly's death, I thought I shouldn't continue to live in the house, but I also couldn't bring myself to leave it. That house had so many memories, mostly good ones.
Now I was happy that I had a place for Jessica to stay while she got back on her feet. She anticipated that it wouldn't take more than a few months to find a new job and then a place of her own to live. It would be good having her close to me again.
I looked up at the top of the escalator just as Jessica began to come down from the main concourse. I waved at her as she smiled and waved back at me. She looked beautiful. I moved through the crowd toward the escalator, arriving at the same time she reached the bottom. Jessica leapt into my arms and gave me a big kiss. It was normal that we always greeted close family members with a big kiss. Mom and dad had taught us that.
"So glad you're home." I told her. "I've missed you terribly."
"I'm so happy to be home." Jessica replied with a radiant smile.
We made our way over to the baggage carousel just as the flashing light and horn announced the arrival of the luggage from her flight.
"Those two are mine!" Jessica exclaimed as she pointed to her bags.
We were pleasantly surprised that her bags were the first ones deposited on the carousel. We grabbed them and made our way to the exit. It didn't take long to reach my car in the parking garage and we were soon on the highway. In less than an hour we arrived at my home.
After Jessica put her things into a guest bedroom, we sat in the living room, each of us holding a cold beer. We both were dressed comfortably, suitable for a warm, June day in Austin. I wore a knit sport shirt and Jessica wore a cotton tank top. We both wore shorts and sandals.
"This place looks the same. You haven't changed it very much." Jessica said while looking around the room.
"Not yet. Maybe someday." I replied. For me, the room had many memories of fun gatherings. On one wall were photos of couples, special friends to Lilly and me. I knew someday I would put some things away and start afresh. But not yet.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here a while." Jessica said sincerely. "This really means a lot to me. I hope I'm not an inconvenience or in your way."
"Not an inconvenience at all. Stay as long as you need. I doubt you will be in my way." I replied with a smile. I was happy for the company, and happy I could help my sister.
"This place has such a great pool, and summer is just beginning." Jessica mentioned as she looked out the windows into the backyard. "I intend to do some sunbathing and swimming out there. You know I love pools."
"Yeah. I remember." I replied. "Swim, sunbathe, do whatever you like. The backyard is totally private and I keep the pool clean and maintained. Remember, I also love the water."
We sat and talked about our lives and our work. Jessica told me about the job interviews she had already scheduled. She really hoped that one of these companies would hire her. For the time being we avoided discussing relationships, or whether either of us were dating.
After talking for a few hours, we prepared and ate a light summer meal. Later in the evening, after the sun had gone down and it was beginning to cool off outside, we sat out on the patio by the pool, drank another cold beer and enjoyed the view of the stars.
I was first to turn the discussion to a topic we had been avoiding.
"Care to tell me about what happened with that guy you were living with in Atlanta?" I asked. "What was his name? I don't remember. I only met him once, a couple of years ago."
"Curtis." Jessica relied somewhat coldly. "His name was Curtis Price. Yeah, I lived with him for nearly three years, but we were never a good fit together."
"It took three years to learn you weren't a good fit?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"I was young and thought he would change his opinions about certain things." Jessica began. "My ego let me believe he would change in order to make me happy and stay with me. Eventually I realized that he wasn't going to change."
"His opinions about things? What things? And why were they that important?" I pressed back.
"I'd rather not say." Jessica responded quietly. "Let's just say it was fundamentally important to me, and I guess his position was important to him. Neither of us would give in. As time went by, it became a larger issue that we argued over."
Jessica paused for a moment, then decided to explain a bit more.
"A month or so ago, we had that argument again. It became a big blowout and he stormed out to stay with a friend for a couple of days. At that time, my job was also giving me problems. My career had stalled and I couldn't find a way forward, not in Atlanta. I decided I needed a new start in life." Jessica paused, then continued. "I hope by relocating to Austin I can find the career and lifestyle I'm seeking. I'm so grateful that you are letting me stay here to get back on my feet."
"I hope it all works out well for you." I replied. "Again, you can stay as long as you like. You won't be an inconvenience."
"But I'm concerned that I'm interfering in your social life." Jessica retorted. "You are dating, aren't you? You do have a sex life, don't you?"
There was an awkward moment of silence. I finally spoke.
"I've had a few dates." I said. "But I've never brought any dates back to this house. I don't anticipate that your presence here will interfere in my social life."
Since Lilly died, my sex life had changed dramatically, from frequent sex, to almost no sex. Lilly and I had been part of a swingers group and we had enjoyed sex with many partners. But that group only allowed married couples to participate. When Lilly died, my participation ended, or at least until I was again married and had a wife who also wanted to swing. Searching for such a mate was difficult. And for now, I wasn't going to discuss that aspect of my sex life with my sister.
After another pause of silence, I again spoke.
"Although I may not have much of a sex life right now, I don't want to interfere in your love life." I told Jessica. "I hope you feel comfortable bringing your friends and dates here when you like. I guess with your relationship to Curtis over, you also are looking for that someone special."
"Thank you for the support and the offer to stay here." Jessica replied. "Currently there is no one special in my life. We shall see how things go."
"Sounds like both of us need to get laid." I quipped to which we both chuckled, a bit uncomfortably.
Within a week, Jessica and I had settled into our own routines around the house. For the most part each of us had our own life to live. Weekdays, I worked a usual downtown office job 8 to 5. In the mornings, Jessica often had job interviews, or spent time getting reacquainted with Austin. Austin had changed a lot in the past four years. Jessica had reconnected with old Austin friends and was making new friends quickly.
Most afternoons Jessica spent time sunbathing by the pool. Some evenings we had dinner together and watched TV or listened to music. Weekends we occasionally did things together. Otherwise we went our own ways with our own friends. We had no ownership of each other's life, and it all just worked well.
I made it a point to take Jessica out at least once a week for dinner and to visit some of my favorite nightspots. One time we went to a club and discovered how much we enjoyed dancing with each other. Neither of us had prospects for a steady significant other, so we continued to go out clubbing together. We genuinely enjoyed being with each other, possibly because as siblings there was no pressure to develop a romantic relationship. Sometimes we were approached by others and asked if we were husband and wife, or just in a long term relationship. When Jessica didn't want to be bothered by some stranger, her answer was that I was her 'very significant other.'
One Friday night at a dance club a very attractive red-head named Misty asked to join us. The three of us had drinks and danced several songs together. Misty was obviously more interested in Jessica than in me. Eventually I backed out and sat down at our table, watching the two women. The two females danced, touched, hugged and eventually kissed each other. At the end of one music set, Misty excused herself to go to the ladies room. Jessica came over to me and told me she would be going home with Misty for the night. She would get a ride home in the morning. I was a bit stunned, but accepted the situation. Jessica was a grown woman and could do what she liked. I left and went on home by myself.
The next morning I was up and having coffee when Jessica came home.
"So, you and Misty? I didn't know this side of you." I inquired.
"There are several things you don't know about me." Jessica replied, then added, "and I suspect there are many things I don't know about you, my dear brother."
Jessica poured a cup of coffee for herself and joined me at the breakfast table. My curiosity made me ask more about her love life.
"If I may ask, do you have sex only with women?" I asked. "Or in addition to sex with men?"
Jessica looked at me, pausing to think before she spoke.
"Are you judging me?" She asked.
"Not judging. Just curious." I replied. "You are old enough to make you own decisions."
"If you must know, I do enjoy sex with women and with men. But, of course, only one at a time." Jessica told me. "Something I have enjoyed for several years. However I must admit that when I'm with a man, I am often considering long-term relationships, but not always. With a woman, I'm just having a fun encounter, just enjoying no-strings-attached sexual pleasure."
"Sounds like you have a healthy attitude about sex." I replied.
"Curtis didn't feel that way. He wanted me to be completely faithful to him, no sex with any other person, male or female." Jessica explained. "I was willing to forego sex with other men, but I still wanted an occasional romp with another female. I don't think he was confident enough in himself or our relationship to allow that. In the end, that was the major issue that drove us apart."
"His loss." I added.
Although we hadn't lived in the same house since high school, about 15 years earlier, we soon felt comfortable around each other in various forms of attire. Our 'at home' attire became very casual. I often wore just shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica would wear a tank top and running shorts. Often she was bra-less, and her nipples poked out the thin material of her tank top. She apparently noticed how I would stare at her well defined breasts. And Jessica would sunbathe out by the pool, wearing a skimpy bikini. I think she enjoyed teasing me.
One evening after we had dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking wine and listening to music while we talked. I was sitting on the sofa wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica was lounging on the far corner of the love seat which was at a right angle to the sofa. Her legs were up on the love seat with her feet pointed at me. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short, pleated cotton summer skirt.
I had dimmed the lights and Jessica was playing one of her favorite play-lists on her phone through the home audio system via a wireless connection. The setting was very conducive to an enjoyable conversation. We were well into our second bottle of wine when the conversation turned to our mutual lack of a steady sex partner. Soon we were comparing our desired characteristics for a great lover.
"I would like someone who is fun, sexy, smart, caring, sensitive, and a great kisser." I said. "I don't think that is too much to want in a lover."
"I agree. All of that." Jessica replied. "And they must be good in bed."
I was a bit concerned that our discussion may turn to sex, but our inhibitions were lowered by the wine and the music, so I decided to continue down this line of conversation. Jessica also appeared to be interested in discussing sex. She shifted in her seat, as if to get more comfortable. In the process she bent her left leg and slightly parted her legs. Her skirt rose up some, giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Damn, she looked sexy.
"Yeah." I agreed. "Of course they have to be a good lover."
"They need to know when, where, and how to touch me." Jessica said in a soft sultry voice.
She was staring at me while she placed her hand on her knee, then her hand slid down to her inner thigh. Her skirt moved higher, exposing her pink panties to me. My eyes moved back and forth between her panties, and her eyes. She knew, and I knew, what she was doing. She was teasing me again and enjoying doing so. I could feel a twinge in my cock and I shifted in my seat, giving my cock a bit more space as it became aroused. I knew this could be a dangerous game, but I was thoroughly enjoying playing this way with her.
"My lover must have great oral skills." Jessica continued. "I love it when a tongue pleasures my clit and gives me fabulous orgasms. And, they must be able to make love for a long period of time, giving me multiple orgasms."
By this point her legs were spread wide open and she was obviously displaying her panty covered crotch to me as her finger slowly ran up and down the inside of her thigh. My cock was growing in my shorts, and I shifted again.
A change in the music provided a redirection of our interactions. The song "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac began playing with its sensual beat and those sultry vocals by Stevie Nicks. The Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits album was a favorite of our parents and they played it frequently when Jessica and I were young.
"Oh, I love this song!" Jessica exclaimed as she leapt to her feet in the middle of the room. As the music played she danced for me, swaying her hips and holding her arms out as if a bird soaring in the wind. I sipped my wine while watching my sister and her sensual movements.
As the next song, "Over My Head", began to play, Jessica continued to dance while staring at me with a mischievous grin. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing the shirt onto the floor. All the while I was watching her and she was watching me as she continued swaying to the music. Jessica was wearing a pink bra that matched her panties. She filled the bra out well, likely a C-cup.
"Damn, you're sexy." I whispered. "I don't know why some guy, or some girl, hasn't swept you off your feet."
Jessica smiled back at me. "The right lover just hasn't come along." She said while she continued to dance to the music.
The next song by Fleetwood Mac, "Sara" began playing and Jessica's dance movements became more pronounced. She was now twirling around, swinging her arms, and swaying to the music. I was loving watching my sexy sister. Without missing a beat to the music, she unfastened the button on her hip, unzipped the skirt, and let it fall off.
I'm sure my eyes were wide open as I watch my sister dancing sensually to the music, dressed in only her pink bra and panties. I finished my glass of wine and put the empty glass on the end table. I was so bold as to whistle at Jessica. She smiled and winked at me.
She continued dancing as the next song, "You Make Loving Fun" began. She turned away from me and showed me her cute little butt in those skimpy pink panties. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra just before she turn back around and flung her bra onto the love seat. She continued dancing while facing me, in only her panties, allowing me to stare at her fabulous tits. My cock was getting hard and I was sure she could see the bulge in my shorts.
Jessica moved closer to me while still swaying to the music. When the music stopped, she straddled my legs and then sat down in my lap, facing me, her panty covered pussy pressed against my hard cock, still inside my shorts.
"I love you, brother." she said just before planting a wet kiss on my mouth.
I was stunned by her actions. It was also thrilling and erotic. But this was my sister that I was lusting for.
"I love you also." I replied.
We stared into each other eyes, attempting to determine what each was thinking, and what we would allow ourselves to do. Jessica took my hand and placed it onto her soft, but firm breast. God, that felt so wonderful.
She moaned as we kissed again. These kisses were becoming more that the sibling kisses we had shared throughout our lives. My hand began caressing her breast, my fingers playing with her hard nipple. She wiggled her crotch on my cock and she could likely feel it throbbing.
We kissed again and our lips parted, our tongues touching, then exploring the other's mouth.
I was in ecstasy. My heart was pounding. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. All of this felt so incredibly wonderful, to be kissing someone I loved, and she loved me. My hand on the flesh of her breast. Her pussy and my cock separated by only a few layers of thin material.
But she was my sister. I couldn't have sex with my sister. Could I?
After what appeared to me several minutes of passionate kissing and touching, my more rational brain took control. I gently pushed Jessica away from me and looked at her.
"I want to do this. But I can't. We can't." I said.
She looked at me, disappointed, and then nodded her head in agreement.
"I guess you are right." Jessica said as she backed up, moved off of me, and turned to pick up her clothes.
I had a great close-up view of her incredibly sexy ass.
"Sister, I have to tell you that you are so sexy and you have an incredible ass." I said, then added. "You know that if you weren't my sister, I would be fucking you right here, right now."
Jessica turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me, allowing me to still look at her ass.
"If you weren't my brother," she replied, "I would want you to be doing exactly that."
In the days that followed, Jessica often wore only a t-shirt and panties when just the two of us were home. No bra. No shorts. No skirt. I think we both wondered what might happen between us, if this final barrier stopping us were to fall. Most nights, as I fell asleep alone in my bed, I was having thoughts of sex with my sister, and my cock was hard and aching. These nights, masturbation was common, and my only source of relief.
One afternoon in late June, the air conditioning failed in the office building where I worked. We were all told to take the rest of the day off and go home. I arrived home about 2 PM, knowing that Jessica would not be expecting me. And indeed she wasn't.
I entered the house, and initially couldn't find my sister. Then, while standing in the living room, looking out the window towards the pool, I saw Jessica. She was laying face down on the chaise lounge, sunbathing. I could clearly see that cute ass of hers. She was completely naked and her skin was covered in a sheen, likely a combination of suntan oil and light perspiration. She looked so sexy. I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
I stood there for several minutes, like a voyeur. Then, as I was watching, she turned over onto her back, her naked front side completely visible. I could see that her nipples were hard. It also appeared that she was unaware that I was home, or watching her. I backed away from the window and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothing.
While undressing in my bedroom, I thought about joining Jessica by the pool. I was naked and decided to look at her again from my upstairs window, before putting my swimsuit on.
Jessica was still laying on her backside on the lounger and she was still naked. She had spread her legs, allowing her feet to fall off the sides of the lounger and onto the patio. I couldn't tell if she could see me in the upstairs window or not. As I watched she placed her left hand on her breast and began playing with her nipple, just as I had done a few days earlier. Then she dropped her right hand between her legs and began running a finger over her pussy lips. It was the first time that I had actually seen that she was completely bare down below. She must have shaved or waxed all her pubic hair. I held my cock in my hand and felt it getting hard.
I watched as Jessica's hand movements became more intense. She was squeezing her tit, and fucking her pussy with her fingers. Sometimes she was shoving two or three fingers inside her pussy, and then she would furiously rub her clit. She used her feet and legs to hold herself and she began thrusting her hips upward, as if fucking a lover. Her head moved side to side and at times I thought I could hear her moaning. I began stroking my cock and I picked up the underwear I had removed in case I needed to catch my ejaculation.
I watched and masturbated as Jessica pleasured herself down below on the patio. She was finger fucking herself faster and harder, and I could definitely hear her moans. Then suddenly she shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy while she thrust her hips up and held them there. She moaned loudly and her body began to shudder.
I stroked my cock a couple more times and knew I was about to explode. I swiftly move my underwear to cover the head of my cock just as I had my orgasm and began spewing my cum. My body shook and my legs weakened, as if I was about to collapse. But I stood there and watched my sister. Her orgasm eventually waned and she lowered herself back onto the lounge. She pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and slowly slid them one-byne into her mouth and sucked them clean. Meanwhile I had unloaded a sizable amount of cum into my underwear.
I looked back at my sister, and it appeared she was looking at me, with a smile on her face. I quickly moved away from the window and decided to take a shower to cool off and clean up. After my shower, I dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. I could hear the water running in the guest bathroom, and knew Jessica was also taking a shower.
A short while later, I was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking a glass of iced tea, when Jessica came into the kitchen. She was dressed in a clean t-shirt and thong panties.
"Been home long?" She asked as she bent over into the open refrigerator supposedly to get a drink. I was enjoying the view of her cute ass in the tiny thong panties. I also knew the drink she retrieved was on an upper shelf. She had no need to bend over that far and expose herself to me, other than she wanted to tease me.
"No, not too long." I replied. "Did you enjoy the pool?"
"So you saw me out by the pool?" she quickly asked. I knew that I had given myself away.
"Okay. Yeah. I saw you out there." I replied sheepishly. "Sorry I was watching you."
"I'm not." she said as she sashayed out of the room. "I hope you enjoyed the show."
We never again mentioned what happened that afternoon.
The July 4th holiday weekend allowed Jessica and I to spend a long weekend together. We had decided that on Saturday we would go to a local arts festival, a popular summer event in Austin. We had been there about an hour looking at various art exhibits when I heard a familiar voice.
"Ryan! Is that you?" the female voice said. "We haven't seen you in quite a while."
I turned toward the voice and saw Tiffany and Vincent Taylor, friends from my swinging past with Lilly.
"Hello Tiffany. Hello Vincent. How are you?" I replied as I extended my hand. I wanted to be polite to my dear friends, but I wanted to keep my swinging past a secret from Jessica.
"We're doing well." Vincent replied as we shook hands.
"And who is this lovely lady?" Tiffany asked as she turned to Jessica with a special gleam in her eye.
"Jessica. I'm Jessica Harris." my sister replied as she extended a hand to Tiffany.
"Well hello Jessica Harris. So very nice to meet you." Tiffany said with some surprise in her voice.
I immediately knew that we possibly had a problem. When Tiffany heard the last name of Harris, she likely assumed that Jessica was my wife. But before I could clarify this was my sister, Vincent pulled me back to face him.
"Jessica is quite lovely. Why haven't we heard about her already?" Vincent asked.
Before I could answer, Tiffany was already speaking.
"Ryan, you and Jessica must come over for drinks and some fun tomorrow night." Tiffany insisted. "We won't take 'No' for an answer. Let's say five o'clock?"
"Thank you. We accept." Jessica quickly replied. "We look forward to seeing you. I assume Ryan knows where you live."
"Don't be silly. Of course he does." Tiffany said as she gave Jessica a big hug followed by a quick kiss. "I know we will have a lot of fun together tomorrow night."
I was about to protest when Vincent, who still had my hand in our handshake grip, spoke.
"Now Ryan. You cannot say 'No'. You know how much Tiffany loves to see you." Vincent said as he and Tiffany turned to walk away. "Sorry to be in a hurry, but we've late for another engagement. Glad we ran into you and we look forward to tomorrow. Be there at five. Don't be late."
I was thunderstruck, standing there as Vincent and Tiffany walked away. How was I going to explain to Jessica that we had to cancel our acceptance of their invitation for drinks the following evening?
"Jessica. There are some things about the Taylor's, and my history with them, that you need to know." I said this in a firm voice. "This is important and we need to talk. But not here. Let's go home."
Jessica looked puzzled, but accepted what I said. Reluctantly we left the art festival and headed home.
I was unsure inside how this would go down. I wasn't the type to make up stories, or tell lies, especially to my sister, so I would just have to come clean about the swinging sex life that Lilly and I once enjoyed. I expected that Jessica would be shocked, but also that she would understand why we had to cancel on Vincent and Tiffany.
About twenty minutes later Jessica and I were back in our living room, with all those framed photos of the swinger friends that Lilly and I had sex with over the past few years.
"What is all this about?" Jessica asked me. "You are acting very strangely."
"This is a bit difficult for me to explain." I began. "Lilly and I had a secret side of our life, something that Vincent and Tiffany were a part of."
"You can tell me." Jessica replied. "It cannot be too terribly bad. I doubt you all robbed a bank or anything like that."
"Oh! Nothing like that." I began. "Lilly and I were part of a swingers group. We would meet other couples, and if we thought we were compatible, we would swap spouses and have sex. Vincent and Tiffany were part of that swingers group, and Lilly and I had sex with them, actually many times. I had sex with Tiffany. Lilly had sex with Vincent. And often Lilly had sex with Tiffany."
Jessica was looking at me, listening to my every word. It appeared she wanted to know more.
"The swingers group only allows married couples to participate." I continued. "So when Lilly died, I lost my membership, so to speak. But when you introduced yourself as Jessica Harris, they assumed that you were my new wife, not my sister. They likely assumed that I wouldn't marry anyone unless they also wanted to be part of the swingers scene. So they invited you and I over to their home tomorrow not only for drinks, but to have sex, me with Tiffany, and you with Vincent, and maybe you with Tiffany. I know that sounds outrageous, but I'm sure that is what they intend to do tomorrow night. I suppose I should have known this secret would eventually get out. I should have told you earlier."
Jessica looked at me and smiled. She stood up and walked over to the framed photos of the swinger friends from my past hanging on the wall.
"So these are photos of your swinger friends?" Jessica asked.
I nodded that she was correct.
Then Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall, turned it over and looked at the back.
"And the dates on the back are all the times you and Lilly had sex with Tiffany and Vincent?" Jessica asked.
"You are correct." I replied.
"I've already looked at all of these," Jessica continued, "and I can see that Vincent and Tiffany must have been your favorites. You and Lilly had sex with them more than twice as many times as with any of the other couples."
"Uh, yes. You are probably right about that." I answered, unsure why she had already looked at the back of all those photos.
"Well brother." Jessica walked over and looked at me. "I must admit that this is not news to me. I already knew that you and Lilly were swingers and that you two had sex with all these couples."
"How did you know that?" I looked at Jessica totally puzzled.
"Lilly told me about the swingers group, from
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The glass dropped from her petite hand, small, furred brown fingers choosing with her hazed mind to no longer clutch the dainty glass stem of the wine glass. The red liquid within the confines of the glittering clear glass escaping over the side, and spreading out over the hard oak of the table.
As her mind spun and leapt out madly within the prison on her skull, Sally tried desperately to examine what she was being attacked by, where the danger was, and how she would escape. Though as her head sunk down towards the plush carpet below she saw only the familiar metallic shine of her friend's robotic paws. The sparkle of the metal beside her nose buried in the carpet the last thing she saw before the haze took over and she drifted off into nothing...
As Sally's eyelids began to flutter slightly Bunnie Rabbot shifted from her seat, standing and smoothing her hand down the side of her smooth metallic hip and front, fidgeting as she watched her friend wake. The expression on the squirrel-chipmunk hybrid's furred face as she looked down to the thick cream colored ribbons holding her into place with arms above her head and legs secured together absolutely priceless to the mischievous bunny orchestrating it all. Her vibrant blue eyes had sprung open wide. Her petite nose had crinkled practically till it melded into the bridge of her snout. And her tail had jerked back violently as if escaping a venomous snake. When in fact she had already passed the poisoning part of this little game Rabbot was playing. Next came the the best part, when Sally's mind would tip to the side and escape as Bunnie's command took place instead.
And it would all start right now.
With the steady tick tick...
Of the clock...
Back and forth the pendulum swung in front of Sally's glossy eyes still dazed from the confusion of being put under with a poison. The golden blur in front of her eyes swirling what small bit of conscious thought she had left into a pitiful memento of what her mind had once been before now when her defenses had been crushed through and Bunnie Rabbot got just what she had wanted for so long, the moment to fuck her energetic friend senseless without leaving the princess with the conscious memory to remember it and risk a friendship.
With the pendulum swinging and swaying and capturing Sally's mind bit by remaining bit, Rabbot began to speak in a low, soothing tone.
"Now, Sally Acorn, you are under my command. You will follow whatever I say, you will be released from this spell after you hear me blow this whistle, until then you are my pet, my slave, and my bitch. Do you understand?"
The mind-numb, ribbon-bound female nodded meekly as she stared rather blankly ahead at the golden-furred rabbit who was setting aside the golden stopwatch that had created the dazing blur in front of her eyes. The captured hybrid squirming a bit once she realized what she was staring ahead at: two gleaming metal shafts protruded from her friend's groin and oozed with glistening pre. The playful grin on the energetic bunny's face displaying the same amount of glee as a child in Christmas morning. Though Sally wasn't squirming with fear, she was squirming with excitement!
The sight of the oozing, thick, lengthy metallic shafts sent chills down her spine and her stolen mind spun with sudden desire for her friend, to please and pleasure the creature before her. Her body shivered with the excitement to begin this goal as she felt the ribbons on her legs slowly loosen. The view of golden head-fur disappearing between her knees as her mind misted over slightly to reduce her to the complexity of a feral, only wanting pleasure or sleep. The small fuzzed over tuft of golden fluff moving closer and closer till suddenly a smooth, wet tongue pressed to the hybrid's sex and sent a hard shudder down the trapped female's spine. The quiver of her captive against her tongue making Rabbot moan into the wettening folds of her slave and only enhancing the moment for the princess who enjoyed a tingled vibration whenever Rabbot made a sound.
Languidly, the robotic rabbit explored her friend's sex. The glistening wet outer folds slipping beneath her tongue with a tangy, yet intoxicatingly sweet taste that sent the golden fur's heart racing in her chest.
Every tremble of the captive princess urging her onwards to continue.
Every whimper that escaped the prisoner's lips another shout of motivation.
Before she had completely realized what was happening, Bunnie Rabbot had frantically dove into her activity of slurping over her friend's sex and her experimental licking had grown into a attack on the hybrid's dribbling wet pussy.
With a hand gripping tightly on each thigh, Rabbot held the girl's legs spread wide keeping the captive hybrid's leaking sex easily accessible. Her eyes were shut, hiding the vulgar show from her but also allowing her mind to focus in on the addicting taste of the girl beneath her. Each and every lick now so teasing and torturous that Sally whimpered with each stroke of the tongue to her sex.
"Bunnie! Bunnie, please! I can't take it anymore. Stop teasing me.Fuck me, mistress, please. I want to please you. I want you to fill me up with you cum till by stomach inflates...I want to be stretched onto both your cocks at once...Please." Sally had hit her limit of patience. Her voice a whimpering plea as she begged for relief and for the pleasure of pleasing her mistress, the only goal her captured mind comprehended.
Bunnie couldn't ignore such beautiful begging and every so slowly eased back from the tortured sex of her friend as she leaned back so instead crawl up over her body. The tip of one of her warm, metallic shafts lightly bumping to the eager hybrid's entrance as Rabbot hunched over the girl's nude body. Her chestnut brown fur gleaming with a faint sweat and her hair a rumpled mess from writhing with pleasure.
"You want this, Sally? Hm?" The girl crooned smoothly into the perked ear of the squirrel-chipmunk hybrid. The sound of the rabbit's voice so close to her sending chills down the captive princess's spine and drawing a whimper out from her lips.
"P-p-please, mistress"
That did it for Bunnie. With a hard jerk of her hips the smooth head of her cock jumped up into the hot tunnel of the bound princess. The warmth that enveloped her shaft making Bunnie moan over her captive friend. The sound of her controller's pleasure drawing a happy whimper from Sally's lips as well.
And that was just the start, with one fluid motion Bunnie slipped all the way back out of the hot snatch of the princess before pounding forward back into her, repeating slowly over and over till her hips found a rhythm they were able to follow to allow the robotic rabbit to hammer into her friend steadily, her shaft gleaming with oozing liquid on metal. Each thrust sent another burst of pleasure into both girl's minds adding to the noise in the room as their moans and cries intertwined to create a soundtrack of the sex.
Through the veil of pleasure, Rabbot saw an idea forming that would give her the incentive she needed to blow her load and empty months of wait worth of cum into her willing friend and the the princess just what she had pleaded for earlier.
Sharply jerking her hips back, Bunnie Rabbot pulled nearly out of the hot snatch that was so eagerly slurping her shaft into its tight hold and allowing her second shaft to bounce up and align with the tight puckered hole of Sally's behind. The mildly heated metal sending a chill of realization down the princess's mind as she realized where it was placed before Bunnie's hips jerked back upwards and both girthy, metallic shafts slammed into the princess. The hard thrust sending the petite hybrid bouncing up only to be tugged back down by the hips till her body fit down snugly over the two shafts tearing her open. The burning of her rump being taken never having the hands to fade as her mistress hammered into her once more. Each hard thrust filling the princess past her limit till she hollered with each hard jerk of the bunny's hips.
The pressure front the hard thrusts was building steadying, the squeeze of Sally's sex was tighter and she hugged around both's Bunnie's, telling Bunnie that both were near their finish. The hard throbbing of her shaft within its prison of constricting warmth finally increasing past the point of control as the robotic rabbit locked up with a howl. Bunnie's body tensed. Sally shrieked and tightened. And Bunnie exploded.
Both cocks jumped like erupting cannons and spurted the first stream of thick, gooey cum into the girl. Stream after stream following the first till the flat, brown- furred stomach of the princess bulged upwards with a collection of seed and both holds oozed with the pearly white substance. The scent in the air was thick and reeked of sex, both Sally's and Bunnie's juices intermixing in the messy puddle beneath them as Sally's eyes slipped shut from exhaustion and she drifted off to the sound of a whistle weakly blowing...
'That was a strange dream...' Princess Sally Acorn mumbled as she tugged her arm down from above her pillow to rub the sleep from her eye, only to notice the gleam of a cream colored ribbon fluttering down from her wrist...
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Thank you Jacky for your support and editing.
Mary was sat in the kitchen looking at her computer screen with frustration wrought across her face. She hadn't been on a proper date since she kicked her adulterous husband out two years ago and thought it was about time she 'got some'. The dating sites she'd joined hadn't been a success and she wondered about her profile: Forty-two-yearld single mother looking for a knight in shining armour. It should have read Forty-two-yearld blonde, short, petite, funny and willing to try anything once.
After shutting off the computer, she sighed and got up to sort the laundry from the drier. As she did this she marvelled at the difference in size of her clothes compared to her son's, Glyn. He had recently started his final year in school and was now well over six-foot tall. The freckles and the puppy fat from his early teenage years were gone and he was turning into a handsome young man. Mary had almost finished sorting the laundry into two separate piles, when she held up a lacy red bra and admired it. "It's beautiful", she thought, but was puzzled as to where the matching panties were. She checked the floor and went back to the drier - nothing.
After putting her clothes away, she searched for the missing panties. Behind the laundry basket in the bathroom, under her bed, by the dressing table - nothing. A thought struck her, "Glyn's room", and she took a sharp intake of breath.
Thoughts swirled through her mind and she came to the conclusion, it couldn't be because of her. She was his mom. It had to be just the scent of a woman. She knew how full of hormones teenagers are, but decided she had to make sure this didn't happen again.
Later that evening they were both watching the TV in the living room. When a show finished, she turned to Glyn.
"Get me a beer from the fridge, would you, Son."
Glyn rose from the sofa and before he was out the room an idea came to Mary.
"Get one for yourself as well" she said.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Just this once", she replied and looked away.
As Glyn entered the kitchen he wondered what has got into his Mom. Had he done something that pleased her and this was a reward. He couldn't think of anything. After passing Mary her beer, he returned to the sofa as a sit-com was about to start. During the show Mary occasionally glanced across at Glyn to see if he was enjoying his beer. As the credits rolled at the end of the show, she looked over to see him finish the bottle.
"Thanks, Mom, I liked that", he said as he put the bottle down.
"How's things going in school?" she asked.
"Final year, not long 'til I'll be a free man" he replied with a tone of voice that concerned Mary.
"Yeah, but how are things now?"
"Alright, I suppose. Can I have another beer?"
"No, just one tonight, you've got school tomorrow." She curled her legs up beneath her on the chair and braced herself. "How about girls?"
"Don't ask." He said shaking his head.
"Why? What's wrong? A pause. "Come on, you've always been able to talk to me."
"Ok, Mom. There's this girl, Sandy, I've known her since we were ten. She's great. I've... I've had a crush on her for ages. She's beautiful. She makes me laugh. We talk for ages about music, films, what we want to do in the future, places we want to go. All manner of stuff. I think, I don't believe I'm saying this, I think I'm in love.
Mary smiled at him. "Have you asked her to go out on a date?"
Glyn sighed. "Yeah, I have. A couple of times. Even tried again last week. It didn't go very well. She laughed at me and ran off."
"What!" Mary said, astonished. "She laughed. Why?"
"Someone behind me shouted 'Eeyore'. She giggled and ran."
"Eeyore, as in Winnie The Pooh?" He nodded. "Is that your nickname?" She continued, "Why on earth would they call you 'Eeyore'?"
"It's ok, Mom. I know I'm not the brightest in class", he said as he tried to drain the last drop of beer from the bottle.
"Oh, Son, you are a good student who always works hard. Now go get us both another beer. I want to hear more about this." She said, draining the last drop from her bottle.
Glyn got up and went to the kitchen. He didn't really want to talk about his nickname, but if it meant another beer, he'd be alright with that.
"So, when did this all start? This Eeyore stuff." Mary asked as he sat down.
"About a year ago. I had to read to the class and I really don't like doing that. I fumbled with a few words and someone in the class laughed and shouted 'Eeyore'. Since then I get called it at least a couple of times a week. It's ok though, Mom, it doesn't really bother me." He took a long swig on his beer.
Mary wanted to help, but struggled to think how. A few moments passed and they both took swigs of their beer. "School can be horrible at times." Mary said. "Believe it or not, I used to be teenager and a pretty hot one too. I'm going to give you some tips."
Glyn looked at his Mom and chuckled. "It's not hard to believe you were hot, Mom. You still are." He blushed and looked away.
"Well, thank you, Son. This girl, Sandy, you really like her?"
"Yeah." He said reluctantly.
Mary took a sip of her beer. "It sounds to me a little bit like best friend's syndrome. Has she said she just wants to be friends?"
"That's what's weird. She hasn't said that. She's said stuff like 'I like you, Glyn, but...', then she makes an excuse and says she has to go."
Mary looked at her son and could see he was smitten. "Right then." She said, injecting some energy into the conversation. "There's four weeks until Christmas and we need a plan to win her over."
Glyn looked at her enthusiastically. Mary continued: "Have you been able to get touchy, feely with her? I don't mean romantically, I mean playfully."
"No. Not really. We just talk."
"That's this week's plan then." She said as she stood up. "Up you get. By Christmas you'll have your arms around her, pulling her into your body. First, you need some practise. Don't be embarrassed, but I'm going to show you what to do and then you can practise on me. Pretend I'm Sandy, not Mary."
"Ok, Mom. I'm up for that."
"An easy one to start with. Let's say you see her from behind, maybe in the canteen. As you approach her, you gently place your hand on her shoulder, give it a little squeeze, and say: 'Hi, Sandy'. Stand a couple of paces behind me and give it a try."
Glyn took a breath, looked his Mom up and down and thought "Wow, Mom. You've still got a nice ass." Then he approached her and did as instructed.
Mary told him to do it a few more times until he got the squeeze right. The final time, she placed her hand on his and said: "That's it, honey. Perfect. That will send a bolt of electricity through her body every time. Next you are going to stroke her upper arm." She released his hand and turned to face him. "Imagine she's said something kind or sweet and you look her in the eye and say 'That's really sweet of you.' Then she gently stroked the outside of Glyn's bicep and said: "That's so sweet of you. Your turn."
Glyn looked into his Mom's eyes and smiled at her as he raised his arm. She smiled back as he touched her and her breath quickened when he said 'That's really sweet of you.' He'd got it right the first time, but she had him practise twice more.
"Let's take a moment and have a drink, then I'll show you how to squeeze her hand." She said and picked up her beer.
"How am I doing, Mom?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Just fine. You'll have her like putty in your hands. Now sit down with your right hand on the sofa." Mary sat beside him with her left hand inches from his. "This time, you're sat opposite her in the canteen or the library and she says something funny or even something bitchy, you briefly squeeze her hand and say: "That's wicked of you."
Glyn looked Mary in the eye, squeezed her hand, smiled and said: "That's naughty of you."
Mary laughed. "Naughty is a much better word. Have another go, so you know you can feel relaxed when you do it to Sandy." Glyn repeated the move and for a moment Mary felt like a teenager again.
"Now this last one is when you put your arm around her and pull her into you. If you get down on your knees, I'll show you what to do. This is best done when you are taking a walk, maybe around the mall or when you leave school. Let's say she's said something clever or insightful, you'll put your arm around her shoulder, pull her into you and say: "That's really smart or that's really clever of you", and then you release her.
Mary put her arm around Glyn, pulled him into her and said the words. She looked down and his head was inches from her breast. At that moment she was grateful she had a bra on, she could feel her nipples harden. She let go of him and took a sip of her beer. "Your turn."
Glyn could have sworn his Mom's body temperature was rising. He knew his was. "Is this the last one, Mom?"
"No, there's one more. A little variation on this one. Now don't squeeze me too hard, coz that will feel like you're messing with the guy's, not playful with a girl."
They stood side by side. Glyn put his arm around his Mom and gently pulled her into his chest and said: "That's really cool. You're really cool."
"Me, cool. I'm too old to be cool." She said quietly.
Glyn took a step backwards. "Don't be silly, Mom. You're cool. What you're teaching me here is really cool. Better than anything I've ever learnt in school." She laughed and he put his arm around her again and told her how cool she is. It felt so natural to have his Mom snuggle into his chest. She gently eased herself away after a few seconds.
"This last one we're only going to practise the once, ok. You only do it when you think the time is right. If you're not certain, don't do it. Instead of putting your arm around her shoulder, you put it around her waist. After you have done that at least a couple of times and she's nuzzled into you, you slowly move your arm up and lightly stroke her breast. But only when she's ready. You got that?
His mouth had suddenly gone dry at the thought of rubbing his Mom's tit. "Yes", he said hoarsely, as he felt his cock begin to twitch. "Are there any words with this one?"
"No." She replied. Just do it when you think the time is right."
They stood side by side. Both of them could sense the sexual tension in the air. Glyn put his arm around his Mom's waist and pulled her into him. She rested her head on her son's chest. They both took long breaths as Glyn moved his arm up and began to stroke the outside of her breast. Mary looked down and saw his cock grow beneath his pants. She knew she should pull away, but it was a long time since she had had this effect on a man and she was enjoying having her breast stroked. A few seconds later when she felt her nipples pressing against her bra, she gently peeled herself away. Without looking at Glyn she sat down and took a sip of her beer.
Glyn sat on the sofa and used his beer bottle to cover his erection. "Mom, thank you. What you've taught me tonight was brilliant."
"I'm glad you think so. I was your age once. I think we should finish our drinks and then call it a night."
She turned the TV back on and a few moments later she looked at Glyn from the corner of her eye. He really was a handsome young man. He was no longer an awkward young teenager with freckles and puppy fat, but a tall good looking young man. She felt proud of him and caught herself thinking "Well I would have said yes if I was that girl."
Over the course of the week, Glyn was as happy as his Mom had ever seen him. A smile permanently etched across his face and a new found confidence that made him seem even bigger. He practised the shoulder squeeze and the arm rub on Mary whenever he could, paying her compliments every time.
The first time he touched her surprised Mary, but the touches that followed triggered something inside her. A feeling she hadn't felt since his father left. She considered telling him to stop, but realised his confidence was more important to her than her own feelings.
On the Friday when Mary got home from work, Glyn was pouring her a glass of wine as she opened the front door. When she entered the kitchen, she immediately saw the radiant look on his face.
"Hello, Son. You look happy."
"I did it, Mom. I did it. It was brilliant. Oh, it felt magical." He said ecstatically.
Mary smiled at him and admired his enthusiasm. "Slow down, slow down. You did what?"
"Sandy. Both the hand and the shoulder squeeze." He said in a split second.
She made a motion with her hands for him to slow down. "When you calm down a bit, tell me all the details. And thank you for the wine." She took the glass and sat down at the table. Glyn sat opposite and began.
"It happened in the canteen. We were sitting opposite each other at the end of a long table. We were chatting about the mornings lessons. She had English with Mrs. Kennedy, her favourite teacher, and she said: 'If I was a man, I'd want to fuck her'. That's when I squeezed her hand and told her she was naughty. Oh, it felt fantastic, Mom. She looked at my hand, then back at me and smiled. Sorry about the F-bomb, but that's what she said."
"That sounds great, Son. Don't worry about the swearing. And the shoulder squeeze?"
"I'd finished my lunch before she had and we were chatting about saving enough money to go to the Glastonbury music festival next year. I agreed with her and said I had to go, but as I got up I placed a hand on her shoulder, bent down to her ear and whispered: 'You're so fucking cool' and gave a shoulder a squeeze. Have a guess what happened next?"
"I don't know. She smiled at you?"
"Better than that", said Glyn leaning towards Mary, "She put a hand on top of mine and said: 'So are you.' Man, I thought I was in heaven."
"Well done, Son. I'm pleased you've got over that hurdle and the best bit is, with her touching you, she's given you permission to carry on touching her. So from now on you do it as often as you can." She looked over at a bunch of flowers on a kitchen worktop. "For Sandy?"
Glyn rose from the table to get the flowers. "No, Mom. These are for you." He said as he gave her the flowers. "A thank you."
"That's really sweet of you. I'll put them in a vase."
As Mary tended to the flowers, Glyn paced around the kitchen as they made small talk about her day. Glyn moved in behind his mom and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. She let out a little squeal of surprise, then he picked her up and spun her around with his cheek crushed against hers.
"I love you, Mom."
Feeling the strength in his arms, the warmth of his cheek and the power of his body, she quietly emitted a groan of desire. A shock wave went through her body.
"I love you too." She said passionately. A moment later, she realised she had said it like a lover and not a mother. "Now put me down."
The next ten days went by with Glyn in a permanent state of giddy happiness. Sandy was receptive to all his hand and shoulder squeezes, and when Glyn stroked her upper arm, he swore he saw her breasts heave upward with excitement.
Mary continued to enjoy the affection her son was showering upon her, but hoped it would end soon. His hands on her body made her feel like a woman that was desired and she knew the emotions she was beginning to feel towards her son were wrong. "The sooner he has success with Sandy, the sooner I can stop the touching," she thought.
Ten days before Christmas, Mary was washing her hands in the kitchen sink when Glyn approached her from behind. He put his hands around her waist and his head down to her cheek and whispered: "You're hot. You are so fucking hot."
Mary was startled and spun around pushed him away.
"You can't say that to your mother. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Glyn was surprised at her reaction, but then realised what he had said. He raised his hands in appeasement.
"Whoa. Whoa. Sorry, Mom. Sorry. I didn't mean..." He paused for a moment. "That was what I said and did to Sandy. Jeez, Mom, it was incredible. Her knees gave way and I had to hold her tight to stop her from falling.
Mary barely heard what he said, in her head she kept repeating "My son just called me 'fucking hot'." She was horrified at not only what she had done to her son, but that it also excited her.
"Mom!" Glyn said loudly and snapped her out of her trance. "It worked on Sandy, Mom. That line, it worked. She was like putty in my hands. I could feel her heart beating and when she turned to face me her cheeks were all flushed and she said: "You're pretty hot, too."
Mary regained her composure as the feeling of relief assuaged her guilt. "That's great, Son. Go on. What happened next?"
"I didn't realise how badly I had timed it. I just saw the opportunity and did it, then the bell went for the next class. She had lacrosse practice after school, so I came home."
"Well, I think it's time you asked Sandy out on a date."
"Yeah, I'm going to ask her tomorrow."
Nothing much was said during the rest of the evening. Both Mary and Glyn were lost in their thoughts of what had happened earlier that day.
The following day Mary looked forward to seeing her son after work. Not only did she want to see her son happy; she was also sensing the relief she would feel of not having him touching her any more.
When she did get home, her heart sank. Glyn was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands and looked like he had been crying.
"Glyn, what's the matter." Mary asked.
"She said 'No'."
"Oh, Son, I'm so sorry." She said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to comfort him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really." He replied glumly.
"Do you want to go and have a lie down or watch the TV while I get us something to eat?"
"I don't understand it, Mom." He said as he leaned back in the chair away from her clutch. "It was all going so well. I was holding both her hands in mine and she looked so happy. Then some dick shouted 'Eeyore' and her smile faded. I should have stopped then, but I ploughed on. I told her she wasn't just pretty, but that she was beautiful and then I asked her out on a date. That's when she pulled her hands away and burst into tears. She said: "I can't", and ran away. What did I do wrong, Mom?"
"Nothing, Son. Nothing." Was all she could think to say.
Glyn spent a lot more time in his room over the next couple of days, but when school finished for Christmas he seemed to change and everything went back to normal. Mary was still working and asked him to help out a bit more around the house. One day when she was getting dressed she noticed her missing panties were back in her underwear drawer. She smiled and thought: "At least he's had more fun with these than I have." Briefly she was surprised at such a thought, then continued to dress and went to work.
Late one night when in bed, Glyn was looking at porn on his phone and he saw a lady that looked like his Mom. He was transfixed. His cock went rock hard and he masturbated faster. He stared intensely at the woman masturbating with a dildo. When she orgasmed and shouted 'Come with me, Son', Glyn went over the edge. His body stiffened and arched off the bed as he yanked his cock furiously. The first rope of semen hit him on the shoulder and several more on his chest. It was the best orgasm he'd had in ages. If not ever. Then he just lay there thinking about his Mom.
The next morning, he was ashamed of what he had done and tried to put it out of his mind. After he had finished cleaning around the house he'd planned on going around his friend John's house to play on his X-Box. As he got his phone out to call John, memories of the previous night came back and he quickly recalled the last internet page he'd been staring at. He went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa. He stared at the porn star who looked like his mother. His cock immediately began to grow at the sound of her voice, and it was uncomfortable inside his jeans. He undid his jeans and it sprang to a full erection.
Unbeknown to Glyn, Mary had left work early. She worked as an administrator in the local college, but as all the students had left for Christmas, there wasn't much to do. Her manager had told the staff to leave at lunchtime and go and finish their Christmas shopping but Mary had already finished her shopping.
Glyn had removed his T-shirt and was watching another video of the porn star who looked like his Mom. He didn't hear her car pull up or the front door open and continued yanking on his cock, as he was engrossed with the image on the screen. When Mary entered the living room she stopped dead. She couldn't believe what she saw. Glyn didn't see or hear her, he was close to coming and had his eyes glued to the screen. She backed out of the room without making a sound, only once taking her eyes of his cock to see the blond on the screen. Then back to Glyn's cock. "It's huge", she thought. "It must be at least nine inches." Glyn began to moan and Mary silently made her way to the front door and out. Just before she shut the door, she heard Glyn cry "Oh, Mom."
Sitting in the car she started shaking. A myriad of thoughts ran through her mind. She'd never seen a cock that big, or that beautiful. She couldn't shake the image of his cock from her head. Then the blond on his phone. "Oh, God, she looked like me. Did he really say that?" Mary started the car and drove to the local convenience store to buy some items as a cover for not entering the house.
Glyn had recognised the sound of the engine, leapt to his feet and ran to the bathroom clutching his clothes and his phone. He cleaned himself up and wondered if his Mom had seen him with his cock in his hand. Guilt ran through him. He felt like he had let her down.
As Mary entered the store she still couldn't stop herself thinking about her son's cock. "He's hung like a horse. Eeyore is hung like a fucking horse." Then it came to her - "Not a horse. Eeyore is a donkey. He's hung like a donkey. The boys must have seen him in the changing rooms and that's where the nickname came from. No wonder the girls didn't want to go near him. Well, that's not quite right, tall girls will like him, but if he likes girls my height, they would be terrified." She was happy to have figured out why he has such a nickname, but now she had to figure out a way to tell him it was not because he was slow. She grabbed a bottle of tomato ketchup and headed for the checkout.
Glyn sat watching the TV when Mary entered the house. "Hello, Son." She shouted.
"Hi, Mom." Glyn sheepishly replied. "Did I hear your car ten minutes ago?"
"I'd forgotten to get ketchup, so I went to the seven-eleven." Mary shouted from the kitchen. She was still happy having solved the riddle of Eeyore.
As soon as Mary entered the living room she could smell the aroma of Glyn's sex and it brought a smile to her face. Glyn was relieved to see her look happy. She wasn't angry with him.
"What's made you so happy?" He asked.
Mary blushed. "Getting a half day off work and something I figured out." She replied. "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, have you got any plans?"
"Nah." He shook his head. "I tried asking Sandy out again and it was going well until someone shouted 'Eeyore'. She giggled, said 'Sorry Glyn, I'm going to be with Mom and Dad' and walked away."
"Oh, sorry, Son."
"Not to worry, Mom. I think I'd prefer to stay here with you, like when I was younger. When you'd let me stay up 'til after midnight and open one of my presents. Good times." He smiled at her and she smiled back.
Later that evening, while they were watching TV and eating pizza, Mary was formulating a plan about how she was going to explain Eeyore to her Son.
"Want anything from the kitchen, Mom?" Glyn asked as he rose. She shook her head with a mouthful of pizza. He went to the kitchen and opened cupboard door to get the ketchup. There were two bottles there on the shelf right in front of his eyes. He froze. Realisation that she had seen him earlier made his heart skip a beat and he felt a hollow sinking feeling in his stomach. "Why didn't she say anything? Why wasn't she angry? How do I face her now? Oh, God, what do I say? Say nothing! She left the two bottles for me to see. Why? She wants me to know that she saw me jacking off? No way! Oh fuck." He returned to the living room with the ketchup and sat down to watch TV. Mary noticed the ketchup and remembered there were two bottles. "Why didn't I hide the bottle somewhere else?" She asked herself.
Christmas Eve was mainly spent getting the food ready for Christmas day. Mary always made a fuss about setting the dining table with the best crockery and having a candelabra in the middle. Later in the afternoon she went to the seven-eleven and bought another two bottles of wine and a crate of beer. For her plan to work, she knew she had to be a little bit tipsy and it would be helpful if Glyn was too.
At eight o'clock it was time put the plan into action. She went to her bedroom and changed into a little black cocktail dress and put on heals. Her makeup was fine, but she added a bit of rouge and brushed her hair. In the kitchen she poured herself a large glass of wine and got a bottle of beer for Glyn. Pausing outside the living room door, she steeled herself and entered.
"Here you go, Son." She said as she passed him the beer. "If we're staying in tonight I see no reason we shouldn't get a little bit merry. Merry Christmas."
"Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas to you as well." Glyn took a swig from the bottle then remembered the last time he had a drink with his Mom. That thought dissipated quickly when he noticed what she was wearing.
"WOW, Mom, you're looking good. Very... Um, err... sexy." He blushed.
"Well thank you, Son. Now put on 'It's A Wonderful Life'. Whenever that bottle runs dry, there's plenty more in the fridge."
Glyn sorted the movie and they sat down to watch. By the time the credits had rolled at the end, Mary had finished three large glasses of wine and Glyn had downed four bottles of beer. Mary got to her feet, feeling a little light headed.
"I do love that movie. It was my Mom's all-time favourite. Put on some soft music would you, Hon. Another bottle?"
"Sure. Thanks, Mom." He said before he searched the music channels for some soul music his mother liked. He had a feeling there was something about to happen, but he didn't know what. "It's Christmas Eve, it can't be bad", he thought.
Mary stood outside the living room with the drinks, took a large breath and entered. As she sat down, her dress rose up her thigh. Glyn couldn't help but to look at her thighs and quickly looked away. Mary cleared her throat.
"You remember yesterday when I said I'd figured something out. Well it's about your nickname, Eeyore." Glyn blushed, Mary continued. "But before I come to that, I want to ask you a bit more about this girl Sandy. I'll start with an easy one, how tall is she?" She took a swig of her wine.
Glyn thought for a second. "Five-foot something I'd guess. I'm not really good at heights."
"Compare her to me. Stand up." Mary stood up and beckoned Glyn to stand in front of her. Standing so close to him she was surprised at how powerful his physique now looked. Glyn looked at his Mom and took a step closer.
"She's about your height. Maybe a tiny bit taller."
"And what sort of build is she? Skinny, medium, athletic, big?" She asked looking up in to his eyes.
Glyn inspected his Mom's figure. "Firstly, Mom, I've got to say you've still got a really nice figure."
"Thank you."
"So don't be offended when I say she's a little bit slimmer than you."
"I'm not offended. You just paid me a lovely compliment." She said as a thought entered her mind. "Have you got a photo of her on your phone?"
"Hundreds", he said as he took out his phone. "Here, have a look." He scrolled through his photo's, filling the screen with his favourite pic's.
Mary was relieved to see Sandy had dark hair and eyes. "At least she didn't look like me", she thought.
"Son, before I go on, I've got to tell you this might get very embarrassing for both me and you, but I want you to promise you won't freak out."
Glyn looked at her with a wide-eyed stare and a furrowed brow. "What, Mom?"
"You've got to promise first. Now you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"OK, Mom, I promise."
Mary took a large gulp of her wine and pulled her legs up under her onto the chair. She didn't notice her dress ride further up her thigh, but Glyn saw she was wearing red panties before she pulled her dress down.
"Yesterday when I got home early, I did come in before and I saw something I shouldn't have."
Glyn blushed and closed his eyes. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise." He put his head in his hands.
"It's alright, Son. It's nothing to worry about. Now look at me."
Glyn looked at her and Mary could see his anxiety.
"Relax, take another sip of your beer. Now you know I've already seen your cock, it won't matter if I see it again. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, your cock is something to be proud of."
Glyn was amazed to hear the word 'cock' come from his mother's lips and by the time she had finished the sentence, his cock started to twitch and all manner of thoughts entered his head about where this conversation was going. He swigged on his beer.
"This nickname you've got, Eeyore. It's not because you are not the brightest in your class, it's because you are hung like a donkey. Eeyore is the donkey in Winnie The Pooh. That's why the other boys are laughing and the girls are giggling. You can be proud of that cock you've got." Mary took another large gulp of her wine.
Every time he heard her say 'cock', his own started to throb. "What are you on about, Mom, I haven't got a big..." He felt his cock harden further and shifted his position on the sofa to get more comfortable.
Mary hadn't been able to keep her eyes from glancing at his crotch. She had seen it twitch and grow. Memories of yesterday came flooding back to her. She took another gulp of wine and continued.
"Haven't you noticed when in the showers after gym class that yours is a lot bigger than the other boys?"
"No, Mom. I don't look at other boy's..." Glyn swigged on his beer and Mary took another gulp of wine.
"Every young man your age watches porn, right?" Asked Mary. Glyn shrugged. "Well, the men in those movies are not average. They're big. If you've never looked at another cock in real life, then if you compare yourself to those in porn, you might think it average, but believe me, it's not."
Glyn's cock was starting to get hard. He shifted his arm to try and hide the bulge in his pants.
"Oh, Mom, you're talking nonsense."
"OK, Glyn, I'll prove it to you. First I'm going to get me another glass of wine and you another beer."
Glyn watched his Mom walk out of the room. A slight swagger in her walk only accentuated the shape of her body in the tight fitting cocktail dress. His cock throbbed and grew in size. "That's a cute ass", he thought.
Mary entered the kitchen and sorted the drinks. She knew she was definitely a little tipsy, but she was also exhilarated. She could feel her heart beating faster. Not since she first started dating her ex-husband had she felt like this. Now for the final part of the plan.
She came into the living room and gave Glyn his drink.
"Thanks, Mom."
"This girl Sandy, she's about my height, right?" he nodded. "You're not going to like this, but your cock is too big for her. That's why she's always said no when you asked her out on a date."
Glyn looked at his Mom with bewilderment. "Now you're being crazy. You're drunk."
Mary rose from her chair. "I said I'd prove it to you. Now this is going to be the most embarrassing part of the night. Look at me." He looked her straight in the eye. "Stand up." She said.
"No." Glyn tersely replied.
"Glyn, Honey, I saw your erection yesterday. You've nothing to be worried about."
He stood up and faced her. Mary couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his pants.
"Sorry", she said looking him in the eye. "Take your T-shirt off" she commanded.
He paused then complied. The next thing he saw was beyond his wildest imagination. He could feel his heart race. Blood was pumping through his brain at a rate of knots he'd never experienced before. His cock was now fully erect and straining against his jeans. Right in front of him, she was taking off her dress. She stood two feet from him wearing only the red lace underwear set.
"This is not sexual" she said. "It's the only way I can think of to prove to you that you have a massive cock." As she said the words, she wasn't sure if even she could believe it's not sexual. "We are going to get naked so we can compare our bodies. Nothing sexual." She reached behind, unclasped her bra and threw it onto the chair. "Now take off the rest of your clothes." A thought raced through her mind: "Nothing sexual, so why are my nipples pointing straight at him".
Glyn stood there, staring at his Mom's tits. They were perfect. Not as pert as the others he had seen, but nicely rounded and firm. He fought the urge to reach out and touch them. His eyes glued to her erect nipples.
"Look at me, Son. Nothing sexual is going to happen. Take off the rest of your clothes and don't worry about me seeing your erection."
"OK, Mom." He took off his jeans and boxers in one move and stood with his erection pointing straight at his Mom. Then she took off her panties. He wasn't sure if he was going to pass out. The most perfect vision of beauty he had ever seen was stood naked two feet from him. His cock throbbed and bounced against his stomach. Mary looked at his cock.
"Wow", she gasped. "You sure do have a magnificent..."
"Don't say it, Mom. This is hard enough as it is."
"It's hard, alright", Mary giggled. Glyn realised what he had said and laughed.
Mary turned around and bent down to pick up a ruler she had earlier placed beside her chair. "Why didn't I bend my knees", she asked herself. Glyn looked at her bum and saw her puffy pink pussy lips protrude from between her legs. His hand reached for his cock, but he withdrew it just before she turned back to him.
"Stand still." Mary said as she took hold of him by the biceps and moved closer until the head of his cock was almost between her tits. His brain was swimming; he was losing control. When she placed the ruler against his cock it sent a spasm throughout his body. He tried to steady himself, but the sight of his mom naked with her head inches from his cock caused his legs to tremble.
Mary couldn't but marvel at the cock she was looking at. It had been two years since she had last seen one and this was the most amazing cock she had ever seen. Involuntarily she opened her mouth and let out a gasp of breath. It hit his cock and it throbbed right in front of her eyes. Glyn groaned.
"Sorry", she said, not knowing if she was sorry at all. She rose to meet his gaze. "Just under ten inches is big. Most men's cocks are about five or six inches. Can you see how far up this would go if you were to put it into me. Into Sandy", she quickly corrected herself. "It would hurt her inside. It would feel like it was going to pop out of her throat."
Glyn looked at his cock, inches from being between his mother's tit's. He closed his eyes and imagined pushing against her.
"Now hold still."
"Hold still", he thought, opening his eyes. It was all he could do to remain standing. This vision of sex was moving her hands towards his cock.
"I could get one hand around your father's cock, now look at this." She placed both hands around his cock. Her thumbs met at the nails and her fingers met at the knuckles. She needed almost both hands to measure his girth. She knew should let go, but something inside wouldn't let her. She was staring at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she couldn't let go. Her hands seemed to move involuntarily. Desire had taken over and her hands slowly moved up and down his magnificent shaft. The heat from his throbbing cock made her hands move faster and grip tighter. She couldn't stop herself staring at his big, meaty, cock. A dribble of pre-come seeped from the bulbous head. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and massaged it onto his cock, never looking up. His cock starting throbbing continuously in her hands and she could feel the semen rising. She looked up at her Son.
"Would you like me to finish you off?"
"Oh, Jesus, yes", was all he could muster.
Mary returned her gaze to his cock and started moving both hands faster. His cock head had turned dark red, almost purple, and she knew he was close.
Glyn watched his Mom rubbing her hands up and down his cock. He wasn't sure if his legs were going to buckle before he came, or if he was going to pass out.
"I'm about to come, Mom."
She tugged faster and the first jet of semen erupted from his cock and flew over her shoulder. Lowering his cock, the next stream hit her at the top of her tits, just beneath her throat. As she moved to one side several more ropes of semen flew through the air. "This is fucking amazing", she thought.
Glyn was in ecstasy, his mind blown. He caught a glimpse of his mother's face - a look he had never seen before, as if she was possessed. A final jet of semen spurted from his cock and his left leg buckled. He staggered backwards and Mary instinctively let go. Glyn collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily with his eyes closed and his cock resting against his stomach.
Mary stared at her Son, her young man of a son. He looked beautiful. Reality snapped back in and she realised what she had just done. She put her panties back on and pulled the cocktail dress over her head. She managed to conceal her nakedness before Glyn opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Son, that wasn't part of my plan."
"Oh, my God, Mom. That was amazing."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but that is something a mother should never do to her son. I think you need to go and take a shower and then we better have another chat. Go on, scoot."
He gathered his clothes and went upstairs. Mary sat in her chair and thought about what had just happened. She wasn't concerned about herself, just thought of what it might have done to her son. How could she explain to him that this could never happen again. What could she say that wouldn't push him away from her. It was difficult to compose her thoughts, but after a sip of her wine she had an idea of what she would say.
Glyn was in the shower thinking of what had just happened. His first thought was that it was fan- fucking-tastic. The best experience of his life. By the time he had finished the shower, he wondered how his mom felt. He knew that something like that should never happen and realised she must be feeling terrible for what she had done. How to console his mother and tell her it's ok was all he could think about. Then it hit him. He would never be able to have sex with Sandy. All thoughts about his mom evaporated and his heart sank.
Mary took another sip of her wine, then reached up to scratch an itch on her chest. She felt the not yet dried semen and pulled her hand away. She recalled angling his cock towards her and deliberately aiming it at her chest. A hot flush ran through her. She put two fingers into her mouth and covered them with saliva. The shower was still running upstairs and she removed her fingers from her mouth and rubbed the semen into her chest. She licked her fingers again and massaged the rest of his come into her neck. As she reached a hand between her legs, the shower stopped and she jolted back into thinking about the forthcoming conversation. Another glass of wine and a bottle of beer was going to be needed.
As Glyn sat down on the sofa without looking at Mary, she looked over and saw the sad expression on his face. What sort of mother was she? What had she done to her son? Would he ever forgive her? Would he leave her on her own?
"Glyn", she said quietly.
"Not now, Mom. Give me five, then we'll talk."
Those five minutes were the longest five in eternity. The thoughts racing through her mind were tearing her apart. She looked at Glyn. His sad face made her close her eyes and she felt tears roll down her cheeks.
"Mom, would you let me talk?"
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for..."
"Mom, the reason I need to speak first is to tell you I understand. I'm ok with what just happened. I just needed a few minutes to think about Sandy. It's never going to happen. That's what hurts. I've realised I'm going to have to go out with taller girls and that's why I've been a bit sad. I'm never going to be with Sandy."
"I'm so sorry, Son." Mary paused to hold off the tears. "But what happened tonight..."
Glyn interrupted. "It's ok, Mom. That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. I know you did it because you love me. You made me understand I could really hurt a girl with this thing I've got. For that I will always be grateful. Don't worry, it will never happen again and I will never tell anyone. I love you, Mom. Thank you.
Mary couldn't believe the overwhelming sense of pride she had for her son. He was a man who was so sensitive and thoughtful. Another tear rolled down her cheek. Suddenly the music on the TV changed. Slade started pumping out 'Merry Christmas Everyone'. Glyn checked his phone - 12:00.
"Happy Christmas, Mom."
"Happy Christmas, Son. Open your present."
Glyn moved over to the Christmas tree and picked up a large box. He tore off the wrapping paper to reveal the latest X-Box. It was all he had hoped for, but after tonight, anything would be an anti-climax.
"Thank you, Mom. It's exactly what I wanted." He thought about giving her a kiss, then sat back down on the sofa and took a swig of his beer. Mary wondered why he wasn't more pleased.
"I'm sorry, Glyn. I couldn't afford to get you more than one present."
"Oh, Mom, don't worry about that. What you did tonight was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. The best. Can we talk about it for a moment?" She nodded her approval, then reached for her wine.
"You've got to admit it was pretty damn sexy. Can I talk freely now?"
A croaky "Yes" came from her throat.
"I admit it was a bit embarrassing at first, but can you imagine how I felt with the sexiest woman in the world, naked in front of me. Not just naked, but feeling horny as well. When your nipples were inches from my cock I could see how erect they were. I thought I was going to explode. That was bigger than the biggest turn on I thought possible. Come on, you've got to admit, when I came you were turned on?"
Mary reached up to her chest and felt the slight stickiness of his come. "It was amazing. I've never lost it like that before. We'll talk about this now, but never again, OK?"
"Sure", he replied. His cock nodded a response as well.
"The wine and the beer was to help me get on with it, but when I saw your hard cock, I started to lose it. Did you see my pussy when I bent over?"
"How could I not see it? It looked sexy as hell."
"When I had your cock in my hands, I don't know what came over me."
"I almost did", Glyn said and they laughed.
"In fact, you did. I aimed one spurt at my tits."
"Fucking hell, Mom. That's naughty!"
"Oh, come on, I know how you were feeling. Can you imagine how I was feeling?" As she asked the question she could feel her pussy warming up. She had seen him come and wondered if he would like to see her come? She blinked and stopped that thought.
"I remember thinking you looked like you were in a trance."
"I was. I was hypnotised by your cock." She saw his cock bulge beneath his shorts. She was getting turned on again and knew this had to stop. "I have got another present for you, but you have got to stay here for the next twenty minutes while I wrap it for you, alright?"
"No problem", he said with a smile.
Mary got up and left the room. In the hallway she grabbed her handbag and headed upstairs. She got onto her bed, opened her bag and took out a bullet vibrator. She eased her panties down a few inches, turned the vibrator on and placed it against her clit. Within seconds her hips were arching off the bed and she was writhing in sexual pleasure. "Slow down", she thought and lifted the vibe away. She wanted to visualise her son's cock more clearly and for longer, before she came. With two fingers, she spread her pussy lips wide open and slid the vibrator up and down on her labia and occasionally up to her clit.
Her left hand reached up to her chest and neck and rubbed the stickiness as she pictured the spurt of semen erupting from his cock and hitting her. She groaned loudly, not caring if Glyn could hear her. The memory of running her hands all over his cock. Rubbing the pre-cum into his gorgeous shaft. She moved the vibrator to her clit and her hips thrust upwards, sending a spasm through her body. She heard someone squeal in excitement and realised it was her. She was close now.
She clamped the vibrator on her clit. Aarrggghhhh, she groaned, and thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Her hips bucked and her knees closed together, any second now she was going to come. It felt like her body was being controlled by a god. Thinking of his cock rubbing against her face brought her to the edge, then remembering his cock firing jets of semen into the air sent her off the cliff into another dimension.
She managed to open her eyes and look down at her clit as a squirt of pussy juice exploded onto her panties. Her hips bucked again and another squirt hit the lace material. She'd never squirted before and squeezed her legs together as she rolled over, trying hard to supress a scream of sexual oblivion. Her legs opened and another squirt splashed against her panties. She collapsed, not quite believing what had happened. It took a few minutes before her breathing returned to normal, as she lay there thinking the two most erotic moments of her life had happened because of her son.
After taking off her panties, she couldn't believe how much fluid she had ejaculated. They were soaked.
As she rose from the bed, her legs felt like jelly and she fell back on the bed. "Christ, Son, look what you have done to me", she thought and gently chuckled to herself. Her next thought made her smile: "You are going to make some woman very happy with that cock of yours."
There was one last thing she wanted to do. She pulled her dress down and made her way to the bathroom. "What to do for presentation?", she wondered. A clean white towel will be perfect. She opened the cupboard and took out a towel. Her mind was still in a sexual bliss. She opened the laundry basket, placed the towel across the other laundry, then spread her soaking panties over the towel.
When Mary entered the living room and sat down in her chair, Glyn could smell her sex. The aroma was intoxicating and he knew he was right in what he imagined she had just been doing. She looked at him and smiled. She couldn't remember ever feeling this naughty. After taking a gulp of her wine, she opened her legs to expose her pussy to her son.
"Your present is in the bathroom." She closed her legs. "Go and get it."
Glyn took his eyes away from her pussy, smiled at her, then ran upstairs. He looked around the bathroom, but couldn't see anything unusual. Then he spotted the laundry basket. He removed the lid and saw the soaking panties. The aroma wafted up and he breathed the heavenly scent as he reached out to pick them up. He was surprised at how wet and warm they still were and moved them to his mouth for a taste.
Mary had finished her wine and considered making herself come in her chair. The last thing she heard before she fell asleep was her son calling down from upstairs.
"Thanks, Mom. Best Christmas present ever."
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First and foremost this story contains the following: INCEST, SCAT, WATERSPORTS, small gender transformation, and ovipositioning along with it being a baby dragon. I'm hoping the uber capitalized text points out that this story DOES contain such material and I'm not to blame if you pple can't read this or for some reason inclined to read a story that doesn't appeal to you. You have been warned!
June 13, 1329: I am starting this diary to document my findings and observance of what the locals call Draka Rituál or Dragon Ritual. Few have ever even attempted such a feat as it is a revered and secret ceremony among the dragons, and if I am discovered it could mean my death. To my knowledge only a colleague of mine has ever actually found the location of one dragon family. The coordinates are... This is a note found with a decaying corpse found floating in the ocean
The sky throws down lightning from the heavens towards the earth. A single dragon sits on the edge of a rocky cliff high in the mountainside, looking up at the flashing sky and smiles. The light shimmers off the metallic black scales every time the lightning flashes across the grey skies. A familiar high pitched clicks of tiny claws echo within the cave, getting louder as a smaller dragon appears next to the adult. The tiny hatchling looks up at the sky with wonder, watching the lightning dance and streak down to the earth below.
The adult turns his head to the side and gazes upon his child as he lays a paw between the horns and rubs. The hatchling just closes its eyes and lets out a loud scratchy purr. The adult can read the baby dragon's mind. A warm swirl of colors and emotions can be sensed coming from the young one as its in apparent bliss. Another brighter color starts to slowly enter into the swirling mix as the mother's thoughts start to reach the others. Both the male and hatchling give each other a gentle nuzzle before slowly retracting back into the cave. It was the perfect day for the Draka Rituál.
The male leads his child to the center of the main chamber, a place the young dragon has often played with the parents but this time there are numerous symbols written over the walls and on the floor. The hatchling sniffs the air curiously and picks up the scent of fresh blood and notices it's coming from the writings. As the baby dragon passes over each symbol it starts to glow a deep dark red, a beautiful sparkling gold dragon takes the baby's paw and leading it down the corridor where more symbols are written.
As the mother walks the child deeper down into the cavern the warm swirling emotions and colors start to fade into a cold blue. The female smiles warmly and rubs along the young's back, recognizing the colors of fear. This calms the young hatchling some as they walk deeper until they stop at a wall. Both the female and male extend their paw and touch the wall. It slowly dissolves into a passage way with a single beam of light in the center that flickers as the lightning strikes.
Once the dragon family pass through the dissolved gate it reappears and the room lights up. Six crystals float around the outer edge of the room as if held up by an imaginary string while an arch from each crystal touches a seventh crystal in the center of the room. Each crystal emits its own attribute from the ceiling to the floor but vanishes before touching the floor. A water fall flows from the top of one crystal as a large vine dangles out of another. Two tornados spin around one crystal as the one next to it burns with a blue flame but isn't consumed. The next to last crystal glows with black fire, causing the crystal to emit a deep violet color while the last crystal glows pure white. The center crystal remains a clear blue color as the unity of the crystals hasn't occurred yet.
The young dragon is in awe of the crystals, a soft harmonious tune echoes in the room yet there is no overlapping sound. It's as if the sound itself is alive and synchronizes with itself so that it's one soft tune. The young one can do nothing but sit there as its lost in the playful melodies, closing its eyes and playing in the warm rainbow of colors inside its mind. However soon the tune fades and the dragon is brought back into reality. The two adult dragons are standing next to the little one and lead it over to a stone table beneath the crystal.
The male dragon purrs and gives the young dragon a soft lick before he picks up the hatchling and lays it on the table. The little hatchling looking a bit frightened at being on the cold stone table but is calmed by the crystals playing the tune again. The young one doesn't even notice the parents tying the feet and paws to the side of the table.
The tune fades away again and the young dragon notices the tall male standing right between the legs, a curious purr emits from the young one's muzzle as the male dragon holds a small shiny crystal between the fingers and starts to move towards the little dragon's tail hole. The crystals begin to sing again and the young hatchling's eyes glaze over, lost in the tune but can only feel the pleasure as the adult dragon slips the crystal inside, rubbing gently around the inside and purring deeply.
The mother dragon watches and smiles as the male pushes his finger deep into the hatchling's hole. She soon remembers that her part of the ritual is coming up so she goes to the earth crystal and pulls off a section of the vine and then to the water crystal, trapping some of the water in a sacred cup. By this time the large black male has finished playing with the young dragon's hole and his muzzle slowly leans down to lick along the red flesh protruding from the hatchling's belly. The mother then brings the cup over the child and pours the water in the young dragon's fem sex. A truly unique hatchling they had made as it brought the balance between all the forces of the universe plus the difference of the genders together.
The cup keeps pouring out water, never running out. The mother concentrates most of the water to the tail hole and watches as her baby's stomach starts to swell. The young dragon cries out softly as it feels really uncomfortable but can stand the pain as the crystals are still singing their tune but now have added more brighter colors to the mix. Once the mother is done she empties the cup into the fem sex and waves her paw over it, the small lips seal and disappear. The male dragon extends his paw and spreads his fingers, this causing the crystal inside the now male dragon to expand, slowly stretching out the hole for what is soon to come. The young hatchling moans out loudly as his hole is being stretched wider and wider. The mother tying the vine around the back of the hatchling's head, forming a makeshift muzzle.
As the crystal finally reaches its final size the hole has been spread wide open where the dragon can see deep inside yet the water inside doesn't flow out. The male dragon stands tall before the young one and his cock stands tall and thick, ready for his part of the ritual. The hatchling's mind is lost in a vast sea of colors, various hues of yellow, blue, green, and red all mixing with the sound of the crystals, only being able to feel the pleasure.
The male dragon takes his large black shaft and points the tip straight at the hole, some of the water splashes out and lubes the entrance. The dragon then pushes his cock all the way into the waiting hole, grunting and moaning as even though the hole was spread open it is still tight due to the hatchling being so young. He thrusts in to the hilt, his ridges stretching the hole further. The muscles automatically flexing and releasing, adding to the tightness and intense pleasure. However the male manages to nod to the female as it's her turn to complete the ritual.
The gold dragon climbs up onto the table and uses the vines to tie the hatchling's muzzle to her own tail hole, forcing the muzzle to slip inside some. The mother closes her eyes and gives a soft grunt as her hole quivers around the muzzle and opens up. The hatchling is left all but helpless as he is forced to suck and eat on the large load of mess that is being pushed out. The mess overflowing the muzzle and also sliding down the hatchling's throat, the male dragon keeps thrusting faster and harder, watching his mate relieve herself inside their baby.
He himself decides to mark the inside of his child as he sighs and a large stream of piss floods the inside of the young dragon, at the same time the mother lets out a loud sigh as she finishes pushing her load into her son's muzzle but also starts to pee all over the slick soft scales and the baby dragon's cock. The young one feels the warm pee and mess and willingly submits to this treatment as it feels so wonderful even though a bit odd but he doesn't mind. The hatchling's hips start to buck against the air and stream of his mother's piss, both parents see this and smile, they both curve their necks and slowly start to lick over their tiny hatchling's cock. The young one murrs out in delight, his muzzle overflowing more with his mother's mess.
His body can't handle all the attention as his father rapes his stretched hole and both of them teasing his cock. However the ritual isn't over yet. The parents keep licking at the cock, alternating between each other as to who sucks on the tip and entire cock. After a few minutes the young dragon's body can't hold back any more and he cries out in pleasure which forces more mess down his throat but he swallows and shoots his cum all over his parent's snout. They murr together and lick all over the tiny body, cleaning him up and entrapping his muzzle from his mother's hole. The female dragon takes the cup again and washes off her baby's muzzle, kissing it deeply and locking tongues. Both of them locked in a deep kiss as their tongues explore each other's muzzles.
The male dragon keeps thrusting and finally roars out so loud that the crystals shake and his cum shoots out into the awaiting hatchling. The baby dragon's stomach keeps swelling as more liquid is pumped into his body. However he feels a change as he rubs his paws over the expanding belly. The feeling in his stomach grows harder and starts to take a round shape. The young dragon feels a small burning sensation beneath his cock as the smooth scales start to split open and form his fem sex again only this time it spreads wide as the egg formed by the water, cum, and piss starts to slide out.
The young herm dragon moans out as the egg is slowly advancing without much pushing but eventually gets stuck at the widest point. The male dragon chuckles softly and points his softening flesh at the egg and manages to push it back inside. The baby moans out loudly as the egg retracts back inside the womb. The mother just watches and cleans up her baby dragon with the water. Once the egg is all the way inside the male pulls out again and helps the baby dragon to hir feet. Once her tiny paws hit the floor the center crystal erupts in a shower of light and colors as all the ritual is complete.
The baby dragon has begun hir journey to becoming an adult.
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As a woman, I don't know what it would be like to have your cock completely worshipped and adored for hours on end—but I imagine it would be pretty fantastic! I happen to be on the worshipping end, and I love paying homage to what, in Tantra, is called the Lingam (pronounced ling-ahm)—which loosely translates into "Wand of Light." In the physical sense, it is what we might call the cock, prick, dick, etc. The Tantra definition expands the view of the male genitals beyond the physical—the masculine is a pure laser beam of consciousness, raw energy and single-minded focus. A Lingam Massage is about worshipping that consciousness, and giving a man space to relax into his body, and expand his consciousness to receive even greater pleasure.
This type of massage can also help men work through sexual trauma, or negative sexual conditioning, given a massaging partner with enough gentle patience. Orgasm is never the goal of the Lingam massage, although it happens sometimes, and it is often much more intense than normal orgasms. The true goal is to massage the Lingam, testicles, perineum and "sacred spot" (more on that later—it's the masculine equivalent to the feminine g-spot) to encourage a man to explore the edges of his ability to receive pleasure.
*Preparation* You can bathe or shower together first. Make sure you both void before starting, as you won't want to have to interrupt the flow if one of you has to use the bathroom.
You need a quiet, preferably dim space, with a bed, or a futon mattress on the floor, or even just pillows. You can drape a sheet over them, in case you spill any oil. The temperature in the room should be a little warmer than normal because you are both going to be nude, so you may want to turn up the heat. Lighting many candles in the room also helps generate heat and keep the room dim. You will want to make sure that you have an open time frame where you won't be disturbed, preferably a few hours. Remember to turn off all of your phones and pagers, and if you live with others, you can even put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.
Music is good to set the mood, but be sure it's something where *all* of the tracks are appropriate. There's nothing so jarring as a discordant piece of music suddenly playing when you're trying to relax. Make sure your CD player has a "repeat" function, so you don't have to stop to push "play" again and again.
Your lubricants and oils should be somewhere within easy reach. Try to get spill proof bottles, and use plastic rather than glass. (Knocking over a bottle of massage oil and breaking it makes a huge mess and goes a long way toward ruining the mood!)
If you are giving this massage, you should remind your partner that their communication with you is key. Make sure that they feel comfortable making requests or comments. He should know that this is about his comfort and pleasure, and if he needs a break, or if the room is too hot, or the touch is too light or too hard, he can and should speak up and say something. You can often encourage him by asking "Is this too hard?" or "Is the temperature ok?"
The first thing you should do is breathe together. Breath is the way we make love with the divine. Look into each other's eyes and breathe, deep into your belly. You should be sitting face-to-face (or standing, if you prefer). You can hold hands, or hold onto each other, whatever feels good to you both.
*The Lingam Massage* The massage begins with the man lying on his back, usually with something under his hips to lift them a little—a pillow (cover this with a towel) or a cushion. He can place a pillow under his head if he likes, or not, whichever is more comfortable. Make sure he is relaxed and truly comfortable before you begin, because he is going to be in this position a long time.
You should sit between the man's legs, cross-legged, with his legs apart, knees up and slightly bent. You should continue looking into his eyes and breathe with him. Remind him, often, of his breath. If you find he is holding his breath, you can place your hand on his lower belly and remind him to breathe from that space, to "fill his belly" with his breath. Practice this a few times before you begin.
Lingam massage begins with a slow, sensual massage of the other parts of the body. Massage his legs, his chest, his abdomen, his arms. This is a long, slow process. Advance the massage slowly toward the inner thighs and pelvis, until he is breathing deeply from his belly, and his body has no more tension and is fully relaxed.
Then, and only then, should you approach the Lingam. This is a sacred act, and a powerful one. You should ask his permission to touch his "Wand of Light." You can simply say the words, "May I touch your Lingam?" or you can more formally ask, "May I touch your Wand of Light?" Whatever reaction or response he has is normal. Take it in stride, whatever it is.
If he gives you permission, pour a small quantity of *very good quality* massage oil or water-based lubricant on the Lingam and testicles. The quality of the oil is important. This area of the body is very sensitive, and the skin can get raw quickly if the oil isn't high quality. Rub the oil into the skin, and then begin at the top of the inner thighs, in the crease where his legs meet the pelvis floor. Work along the connecting bone and muscles, releasing tension as you go. Spend a great deal of time here, rubbing the oil into the skin. Use slow, steady motions.
Remember, too, to ask him what he is feeling—is it too hard, too soft? Too fast, too slow? Let his pleasure be your guide. You don't need to have a conversation (and probably shouldn't—it might take him out of his body) but definitely keep communicating during the massage. Look into his eyes, and keep breathing with him.
Next, massage above the Lingam, on the pubic bone. Rock your hand over this place, feeling the bone beneath the muscle and skin. Then, move on to the scrotum, gently (and I say gently, and I *mean* gently!) pulling and kneading his testicles. You will need to pay very close attention to his responses here, and encourage him to tell you what is just right for him. Some men are more sensitive than others in this area, and can't stand to have their testicles touched at all, while others require a harder touch. Experiment, starting light and moving toward hard, rather than the other way around.
Then, move your hand down to massage his perineum. This is the area between the testicles and anus, and can be very sensitive. Pay special attention here, circling and pulling at the tissues. This is a very overlooked and neglected part of the male anatomy, and most men find great pleasure in having it stimulated. You can use downward strokes from his Lingam to his anus, or a circular motion. Vary your speed and pattern and ask for feedback often.
Now you can move your hand to touch his Lingam. As you do so, imagine you are making love to a god, some divine being, and this is the source of his energy and light, this hard shaft in your hand. Worship him as you begin to stroke the shaft with varying pressure and speed. Let him feel all your devotion and love in your movements. He is your god here on Earth, and this is your opportunity to show him that.
If, at any point, your man seems close to ejaculation, you need to back off immediately and let things cool down before beginning again. He will have to be more aware of his own bodily sensations during this time, and should be giving you feedback. If he thinks he is close to ejaculating, he should tell you, so you can slow your movements. If he passes the point of no return, that's ok. If he is *very* close, but not quite there, you may be able to hold off his ejaculation by squeezing the tip of his Lingam between your thumb and forefinger. You need to squeeze very firmly, and hold it for about thirty seconds. Encourage him to take deep, belly breaths while you do this and it may delay him.
Now, as you are massaging the shaft, begin to gently squeeze his Lingam at the base with your right hand, and pull up, sliding completely off. Then do the same with your left hand—squeeze his Lingam at the base, and pull up, sliding completely off. Then do this again with your right, then your left, and so on. Then, after a while, change directions—slide alternating hands from the top down to the base.
You should pay close attention to the tip or head of his Lingam. Hold his Lingam by the tip and gently shake it back and forth. Then thoroughly massage the head, cupping it in your palm and making a "juicing" motion (like you are juicing a lemon or an orange) around and around.
Another thing about Lingam massage—because it's not necessarily about achieving orgasm, he may not be fully erect all the time. That's perfectly normal, and in Tantra, it's actually preferable. Women experience the same rise and fall of arousal, too, like waves—it just doesn't have such tangible measurements. Let him stiffen or wane, as his pleasure increases or decreases. The more he does this, the more in tune he will be with his own arousal.
Move from the Lingam to the testicles to the perineum and back again, paying close attention to his response. A man can learn to master his ejaculations more effectively through this technique, as you massage him and he learns to identify the cues his body sends that orgasm is imminent. Remember to keep backing off if he gets too close to ejaculating, moving your hands to a more remote area, such as his perineum or even his thighs for a while.
The next place to explore is the male "Sacred Spot." You can do this one of two ways. The first way is to locate the spot halfway between the testicles and anus that creates a small indentation, about the size of a dime. You should be gentle, here, (go light at first, and increase pressure as he likes, that's always a good rule) but begin to push inward with your finger. He will feel a sort of pressure, and it may even be painful at first.
The other way to access the sacred spot is through the anus. Some men are sensitive about having anything inserted and don't want to have it done this way, and that's fine. If he is open to it, you can insert the index finger of your left hand (use lubrication!) slowly and gently into the anus about an inch or so. Then crook the finger in a "come here" gesture, and you will feel the prostate gland. This feels good when massaged, and some men like to have the Lingam massaged at the same time.
Like a woman's G-spot (her sacred spot) this can hold strong emotions that may be released as you are massaging him. Whatever comes up, it's normal, just let him experience the wave of emotions without trying to comfort or rescue him. Keep pressing there, allowing him to release whatever he needs to.
The male sacred spot is also another way to help control ejaculation. If he starts to feel close, you can decrease stimulation on the Lingam and increase stimulation in the sacred spot, either anally or on the perineum, and it should help decrease his immediate need for orgasm.
If he wants to ejaculate at the end of the massage, that's fine. If he doesn't, that's fine, too. If he does choose to ejaculate, keep reminding him to take deep, deep breaths, even during his orgasm. It will probably be more intense than most orgasms he has experienced. When he feels complete, slowly remove your hands. Ask for his feedback—some men do like to snuggle afterward, but some would rather drift off into a meditative state. Let him do whichever he prefers.
I love to worship a man's Lingam, devoting my whole self to his pleasure, feeling the power in him as he learns to master his own ejaculations. I hope that you can give your man your devotion and love through this massage, and show him how much you worship him and his "Wand of Light."
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*Bibliography*
1.) Copeland, Pala and Link, Al. – Soul Sex: Tantra For Two The Career Press, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey 2003.
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*Chapter 2: Hazard Pay*
Things went on that way for a while. Lee would continue to give me a ride to and from work every day and my wife became accustomed to me doing what she thought were odd jobs around Lee's house to help raise some extra cash while we were feeling the pinch trying to make ends meet. Little did she suspect the true nature of the odd jobs I was doing for Lee, or to what lengths I had gone to augment our income.
The length I had gone to in fact was about six and a half inches and the income (not counting the money) was usually down my throat. Yes, for the sake of money, I was giving my co-worker and friend regular blow jobs, sometimes twice or even three times in one day. In this way I was bringing home about two hundred extra dollars a week.
I had become accustomed to the routine. The day would be filled with the drudgery of factory work but sweetened with a strange anticipation as well as I had begun to look forward to my sessions with Lee, which usually ended with me swallowing my own cum for Lee after swallowing his a couple of times. I seemed to be highly aroused by the taboo nature of the act and the utter submission to the pleasuring of another. I tried not to let it bother me too much that I was enjoying this strange form of adultery. It had begun, and remained, a selfless sacrifice for my wife and newborn daughter. If I could enjoy the perversion of being another man's cock-sucking whore for cash, I figured that I deserved that much for myself at least.
So things went on for a period of months, but things change of course. I started to get more hours at work again as the factory picked itself up after a long slump and my wife's parental leave ended and she returned to work, commanding her former full wage once again. Our need for the money was no longer quite so desperate as it had been before. But Lee was still there and he was still willing to pay for me to give him head, and I told myself that I was only doing it to improve the financial condition of my young family. I continued to visit with Lee and suck his cock almost daily for fees, wondering how I could bring myself to quit this strangely pleasurable activity to which I realized I was becoming addicted.
Yes, somehow I had gotten in touch with a fetishistic side of myself that got off on total submission to another person, or should I say, to a man. I was not gay, at least not as I understood the term. I was not attracted to men, did not look at them with lust. I was very into women and quite satisfied with my wife and our sex life together. But my sessions with Lee had taught me a forbidden pleasure I could not fully understand.
But if I needed to prove to myself that I was becoming addicted to being Lee's cock-sucking whore, I got the proof when he received word that his only brother had died. Lee was named the executor of his will and had to leave town for a couple of weeks to make funeral arrangements and put the estate in order. Lee's absence might have been thought a holiday for me, but instead, I found myself longing for his cock. Not for Lee himself, mind you, though I liked him well enough as a friend. No, I felt empty without the thrill of pleasuring his cock. A few nights after Lee began his leave of absence, I even started dreaming about sucking him. On one potentially embarrassing occasion (even more embarrassing if I had not been able to conceal the evidence from my wife, Sharon), I even had an orgasm from one of these dreams. I had experienced my first "wet dream" since being a teenager, and it was inspired by a dream of performing oral sex on a man. It was then that I realized the depth of the change to my sexual nature, because I never even gave a thought to the loss of my extra income. I realized that I had fallen into a pattern of sexual obsession and unhealthy behaviour and I resolved to quit my "second job". I would tell Lee as soon as he returned to work.
Of course, the day soon came when Lee resumed his job. He arrived at work a bit late that day. (I had been taking the bus to work during his leave.) I was working at my station when he showed up and I gave a welcoming nod when I saw him look at me while setting up his station. We had the same lunch break, so I decided that I would tell him what I had decided then.
Noon came and we got to the lunch room at about the same time. The lunches were staggered in the workplace and we were the only two guys in our area scheduled to go for break at this time. I needed to get some change out of my locker for one of the vending machines in the break room, so I stepped through the adjoining locker room door, telling Lee I'd be right back. I was dialling the combination on my locker door and rehearsing in my mind how I would tell him that I was ending our little business arrangement, when Lee came around a bank of lockers to stand by me. I gave him a smile and asked him how he was doing after the funeral and all and he said he was doing okay now. I told him I was glad. He seemed tense though and I didn't think this would be the best time to bring up the matter.
Apparently, Lee had a different idea.
He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. As he began thumbing through a wad of bills, my jaw dropped. He was counting out twenties and I could see that he had hundreds of dollars in his hand. He didn't say anything, but he motioned to me to follow him. I was perplexed by this and, after closing my locker door, followed him around the bank of lockers without comprehending.
When we got around the corner near the shower enclosures, he suddenly ducked through the curtains into one, grabbing my arm and pulling me into it with him. I was standing inside a shower unit with a man. That had never happened before. I still didn't see what he wanted. It was an odd venue for a private conversation...
Lee held up the wad of cash, probably two hundred bucks at least, and quietly tucked it into the breast pocket of my coveralls and looked at me with the strangest look of desperate need I had ever seen. Only then did I understand what he wanted.
Good God, he wanted me to do it here? What if we were caught in the act? I felt a surge of panic rising from deep within me. I could just imagine how that would go over with the guys we worked with!
Lee could see my astonishment all over my face. He smiled reassuringly and confidently, tapped the stash of bills he'd shoved into my breast pocket and said, "Hazard pay", and then put his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees in front of him.
I went rock hard instantly and it was as if my brain went on vacation as my actions were ordered from my groin area. Now kneeling before Lee, my hands scrambled up to his belt and I quickly, almost desperately undid the buckle, opened his fly and pulled at the elastic band of his briefs to free his already swollen member, which at this range practically sprung up to hit me in the face. My resolution to give up sucking Lee's cock for money was completely forgotten as my mouth opened to take it in.
Lee gave a groan of pure ecstasy. I was sucking him already with real gusto. I was terribly excited myself to be doing this again and to be doing it here, at work, in a room that anyone could walk into any second and hear what was going on. It felt so good to have his cock back in my mouth, I could hardly believe it.
We had been at this just a couple of minutes when I heard the locker room door swing open and a couple of guys wander in, discussing last night's hockey game. One of them walked over to the urinals, complaining about how lousy the goaltender of the home team had been and the other one shouted back his agreement, as it seemed to me, from just the other side of the shower curtain!
I stopped sucking, knowing full well that the curtain could hide the sight of Lee and me, but not necessarily the sound of what we were doing, especially at close range. I knew it was unlikely that anyone was going to take a shower this time of day. Even with staggered shift starts, no shift in the plant ended at this time, and few employees used the shower anyway, especially in wintertime. Still, there was a chance that someone standing only a few feet away might tear the curtain aside and expose me in my cock-whore submission before Lee. I was petrified.
Again, Lee seemed to have other ideas. His cock was still in my mouth, and now he wrapped his hands quietly around my head and began to push his erection in and out, fucking my mouth needily. He was obviously too hot to stop what he was doing and I was helpless to stop him if I wanted to remain silent. The men in the locker room were still talking, the man at the urinal had flushed and washed his hands and was now opening his own locker. Presumably they had come to the locker room on some small errand or, like me, expecting to get change for the vending machines. Their chatter barely covered the slurping sounds that escaped the vigorous mouth-fucking going on just the other side of the curtain from their conversation.
I was so focussed on taking Lee without choking or gagging, maintaining complete silence, and listening for any sound from the workers in the locker room to suggest I might be discovered, that it took a moment for me to realize that there was another sound, low but noticeable, and it was coming from inside the shower. It was the tongue of Lee's open belt buckle, frantically tapping against the buckle itself, like a quiet, deep-voiced bell, as Lee bucked his hips against my pleasure-giving head. It was getting louder by the second as his bucking intensified and his body built toward a powerful orgasm. I reached up with my right hand and flattened the buckle and its offending part against his leg as quietly as I could and prayed that we had not been heard. But that prayer might yet have been in vain, because I could hear Lee starting to breathe harder, surely loud enough to be noticed. Even as he fucked my face, I could not close my eyes and I stared up toward Lee, pleading at him vainly for silence and stillness. He was well past noticing though. I had learned the signs, and I knew well that he was going to cum very soon.
In the locker room, I heard the guys laugh at a joke about one of the other players in last night's game and the metallic clang of a locker door slammed shut. The lock was closed and the men could be heard walking away toward the exit. And not a moment too soon. Lee let out a moan that seemed all too loud to me and I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, flooding my taste buds with his bitter, salty cum. At just the same moment, the locker room door swung shut and I could hear the voices fading out into the lunch room and I knew we had not been noticed.
Lee released my head and I dutifully finished licking his cock to completion, cleaning it up and swallowing every last drop of the bitter ejaculate I loved so much to savour. Then I looked up at him and saw the satisfied look he always had after I swallowed him. I bolted to my feet and stared at him in anger. I wanted to yell at him for subjecting us to the risk of exposure and ridicule and who knows but that we would not have been fired or even arrested, but I dared not yell for fear of attracting the attention of the men in the lunch room.
Lee didn't seem worried at all. Quite the opposite, he looked very pleased with himself. And he was still very much in charge of the situation. He pushed himself against me, pinning me against the tiled shower wall and holding me there with his powerful left arm. With his right hand, he reached up to the zipper of my coveralls and pulled it down to the bottom with a swift yank. I was astonished as he reached down into my briefs with his right hand and touched my cock for the first time ever.
I gasped. No other man's hand had ever touched my cock. No woman had ever forcefully taken me into hand like this either. Lee kept me pinned against the tiles, while he pulled my cock free of my briefs and coveralls and began wanking me hard and at full speed. I was not surprised that I had kept my hardn despite the fear of discovery. I was almost always erect around Lee these days. I felt my eyes roll back and close as my senses were overwhelmed with the powerful sensations centred in my penis as Lee stroked me to a quick and powerful orgasm. I groaned loudly, and came in his hand. My cum in his hand acted as a lubricant and allowed his hand to move even faster over my cock and the sensation was mind-blowing. I slipped down the wall back to my knees, my cock sliding out of his grasp as I went down.
Lee smiled down at me and held his hand out for me to lick my own cum off of. I was like a dog licking the hand of his master. The image occurred to both of us, I'm sure, and we were both getting off on it. When I had cleaned all of my sperm off his hand and swallowed it for him, we zipped ourselves up, washed up and left the washroom as discreetly as possible.
It was definitely the most interesting lunch break I'd ever taken. I wasn't even hungry anymore.
After work, Lee and I resumed the habit of going home together and I made another twenty-five bucks blowing him at his house before he took me home.
I had gotten into this for the money. Now I was hiding behind the money as an excuse for what I was doing. I knew now that I would be willing to do this for Lee for free for as long as he would let me. The question was, did Lee know that? If not, I was sure that he soon would know, and then what would happen?
As Lee drove away after dropping me off at home, I wondered what would happen next in my strange, unlooked for, but oddly satisfying career as a submissive cock-slave whore for cash.
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Chapter 4: All these new faces.
So, in chapter 3 the five friends where standing in front of a room with something in it. Of course you probably want to know what it is, will you find out in this chapter? Will I find out in this chapter? Well, I guess only time can tell...
Volteer still hadn't noticed that five of his students were missing he just went on and on talking about memories. "...And when you completed your training, do you remember that Spyro?...ehm, Spyro?" Volteer turned around and noticed that five of his students were missing. "Oh dear, where have they gone? Terran, when did they go and why didn't you say anything?" Volteer asked worried.
"I didn't know they left, I was listening to you the entire time." Terran replied.
"We better find them before the other guardians find out about this...oh dear they are going to kill me." Volteer said stressed as he began to run back where he had been, calling their names and hoping they would respond.
Meanwhile the five friends walked into the now open room. "Oh cool, look at this, it's...it's just a library..." Boltwire said as his face of awe turned to a bored grimace. The dragons soon noticed no one had been in there for a while, it smelled stuffy and there was a thick layer of dust on every book. "Why would the door to a library be closed when all other doors a open?" Spyro asked confused. "Hmm...the most likely reason is that there are some books in here that shouldn't be read." Hypter answered.
"But what can possibly be so important in a book they have to lock it away?" Zepher asked. Hypter took up a book that he found hidden behind one of the shelves. "Maybe how you resurrect Malefor?" Hypter asked rhetorically, everyone turned and looked at Hypter.
"Did you just say 'resurrect Malefor'?" Spyro asked, with a terrified expression.
"Yes but that page is going away right now." Hypter said as his right paw became covered in black flames and turned the page to ash. "Hmm...who is this? 'Glade and Bloodlust' Let's see. Cita esse malum esse vocant bonum tam voco, que sto, ante me, fac videri. Ok, that was old stuff." Hypter said, as a purple circle appeared on the floor.
"Cool, I wonder what that is." Boltwire said with a curious expression on his face.
"You should probably not touch it." Cynder said, being a bit more serious than normally.
"She probably have right, things like this normally is exactly as dangerous as they look like." Spyro said.
The summoning is in Latin, I used Google translate, to get it translated, the English sentence is: Summon the being of evil, summon the being of good, summon them both to where I stand, before me, make them appear.
I know it isn't the coolest summoning verse...but hey, at least it worked out quite nice in Latin.
Then suddenly Terran came running, apparently he outrun Volteer and found the group first, and then he noticed the purple circle on the floor. "Zeph, what is that?" Terran asked nervous. "I don't know but don't go close to it." Zepher said and got in front of Terran and unfolded his feathered wings to cover Terran more. "Stay behind me bro, I'll protect you." Zepher said, as he tried to make himself bigger to give Terran more are to cover behind. "Zeph, I don't like this." Terran said as he curled up behind his brother.
"I know, stay behind me until I say otherwise." Zepher told Terran.
"Ok, tell me when it's over." Terran said in reply.
"Don't worry, I will." Zepher said with a smile.
Then there was a bright purple light and a black dragon with a chestnut brown chest, dark green horns, red eyes and a scar over the right eye and a white crescent shaped tail-blade appeared.
"Who summoned me?" The black dragon asked, with a seemingly kind voice.
"If you meant who read the description, it was I." Hypter replied.
"Then I will have to thank you, it was some time since I had a chance to stretch my wings. Oh and my name is Glade by the way." Glade said.
"Well, nice to meet you Glade but how come you were locked up in a book?" Boltwire asked.
"Oh that is obvious, he must have done something horrible." Hypter answered for Glade.
"That is correct but I hope to right my wrongs." Glade said.
"Oh, I see we have one from the Blackbird family with us, let me help you to obtain that ability of yours. I assume you haven't got it yet." Glade said as he walked to Zepher and put a paw on his back, in an instant Zepher began to tremble and clenched his paws on his head. "What did you do to him?" Spyro yelled.
"He's fine, he is just getting his ability, and everyone in our family goes through this." Terran explained. "Oh, ok, it just looks like he's having problems with it." Spyro replied.
"I'll be fine Spyro, don't worry." Zepher said as a red mark began to glow under his fur on his right shoulder. The mark consisted of three scorpion tails, the three ends of the tail met up and formed a small triangle with black fur while the extension of the tails were linked together and formed a larger triangle. That mark appeared in his right eye as well as his eyes turned green.
After a minute Zepher stopped shaking, the mark on his shoulder stopped glowing and the mark in his right eye disappeared and his eyes returned to their normal blue colour. "There, now your ability has awakened, now it is up to you to find out how to use it." Glade said.
"Oh, I want to have my ability too." Terran almost yelled as he bounced up and down on the spot. "I could awake it...but I'm afraid that your body wouldn't be able to handle the power." Glade explained.
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Glade, you aren't old enough yet Terran. But you will get your ability too, in time." Zepher said with a caring smile.
"What was that mark on your right shoulder?" Spyro asked surprised.
"The mark on my right shoulder is a mark that dragons that are banned from my village receive the day they leave the village." Zepher said.
"Wait, you were banned from your village?" Cynder asked.
"Yes...because of my fur and this ability I got now, the fur and this ability is something unique to our clan. The ability differs from each individual; it will be exiting to see what my ability does. Terran was given two options since he doesn't have fur. Option number one was to forget all he knew about me and continue to live in our village, and number two was...to get banned with me." Zepher explained.
"And I wouldn't leave you even if it would be my death." Terran said as he hugged his older brother, burying himself in Zepher's soft fur. "I know but the last thing I want is to see is you getting hurt because of me." Zepher said in a calm, carrying voice.
"Anyway, my father convinced the council in our village to pay for the apartment and the rent until we are old enough to do it ourselves. As you might have guessed it is our mother that I inherited the fur from, that is why she wasn't banned. Even if it is seen as something closely to disgusting, our village still don't banish dragonesses." Zepher explained.
"What are you all doing in here? And who is the black dragon?" Volteer asked, as he found the small group of dragons. "Oh hi Volteer, we were just looking around and found this library, and that is Glade...so when are we going back to Warfang?" Boltwire answered with a question, trying to avoid letting Volteer think too much about it. "Don't try to avoid this conversation, you all are my duty protect, so you should all stick to the group. For the time being, I think it's better if Glade follows us but I just don't understand why you had to summon him." Volteer said with a sigh. "So you knew he was here?" Spyro asked.
"Ehm...let's continue with the tour shall we?" Volteer said hasty, as he walked out of the library.
After the boring tour was over with the group returned outside to their tent, the weather was cloudy and now and then there came cold breezes chilling the dragons. "What took you so long in there Volteer?" Cyril asked a little impatient.
"We'll talk about that later, right now we better start to fly or we won't make it back before dark." Volteer said, surprising the two other guardians.
"Ok, well then groups, prepare for leaving." Terrador's booming voice said.
The flight back to Warfang went problem free but it was thing that bothered Volteer's group, the fact that he didn't say anything, at all. Which was very uncommon since Volteer was the most talkative dragon anyone of them had ever known. The evening went smooth as well, the guardians decided to keep an eye on Glade, so they let him sleep over at the school.
When the friends arrived at the school the next day, there were new students...again. Volteer was the one who should present the students this time. "Okay, there seems to be a even stream with dragons moving into Warfang so there might be more students that will begin here. But for now I will let these six dragonesses introduce themselves." Volteer said.
There were six dragonesses, two red, one blue, one yellow, one pink and one purple.
"Ok, I'll start then." A red dragoness said, she seemed to be the oldest of them; she had almost golden horns, deep blue eyes an ash grey underside, orange wings and a spade formed tail-blade. "My name is Fening and I am Phoenix's older sister, Phoenix is this little youngling over there." Fening said as she pointed at Phoenix. "And I like to hang around and just be with people, I follow my lil sis everywhere so if you look for me you can look for Phoenix as well. Anyway I hope we all will get along and it's cool to be here in this new school, it's so much bigger than the one in the village we are coming from. And yes, we are all from the same village so we know each other pretty well." Fening said, and with that she ended her introduction.
"Ok, then it's my turn then." Phoenix said as she stepped forward. Her body had, just as her sister, a deep red colour; she had a blue stripe running along her back. She had brown horns and a light brown underside. Her wings were orange and she had light turquoise eyes and her tail-blade reminded of Spyro's and she had a golden bracelet on her tail with a small gem in it. "My name is Phoenix and my element is fire. I live in the eastern part of the city and I am always up for fun and adventure. I would love to know you all and I hope we shall get along well. My big sister constantly follows me and I also like to relax and draw. I would like to see more of the city so I hope someone could guide me around." Phoenix said with a smile.
"I guess it's my turn then." The blue dragoness said; she had brown eyes and black horns, orange wings and her tail-blade look liked a small fin. "My name is Noctus, as you might guess I'm an ice dragon, I don't like people who talk to much. That's probably it; oh and of course it shall be nice to get to know all of you. And I live in the west part of the city" Noctus said with a smile. "Ok my turn, my turn." A yellow dragoness bouncing beside Noctus said, she had light green horns, dark green eyes, black wings, an orange underside and had a crystal for tail-blade.
"Oh dear...not one more hyperactive dragon, is it some kind of disease going now?" Hypter asked rhetorically. "My name is Fliva and my element is lightning, I love to talk to others and do stuff, I don't like to sit still and do nothing and I live in the west part of the city...Oh look at that, a little butterfly...so beautiful it is..." Fliva ended her introduction because of lack of focus. "I guess it is my turn then." A dark purple dragoness said as she stepped forward. She had brown wings, pink eyes, black horns with a stripe of green on them, a brown underside and a knife shaped tail-blade. She also had a turquoise snowflake tattoo on her left wing and brown stripes along her body. "My name is Specter and my element is shadow. There is not many things I like, so you will probably see me hanging around here or in the west part of the city" Specter said and ended her introduction. "Then it's me I suppose." The pink furred dragoness, standing behind Specter said as she stepped forward. She had white horns; purple eyes, a dark brown underside and a feather shaped tail-blade. Her feathers on her wings where mostly white and purple but had a trace of red in the as well. Both Zepher and Terran just stared at her. "She must be from our family, where have I seen her before...?" Zepher asked rhetorically. "Yeah, you have right, I don't remember her though." Terran said.
"Now I know, it was on the family reunion, she is our cousin, we should talk with her later." Zepher said, receiving a nod from Terran. "My name is Geena and my element is fire, I know it's weird since I have fur but just deal with it. I love being outside and do stuff, fly around in the forest and take a run on the way home. I love to listen to others, especially facts about things that have happened. And I like to hang around and be social. So I hope someone can guide me around here later. Oh, and I live in the eastern part of the city." Geena said, and with that ending her introduction. "Ok, since there are so many new faces here I will cancel this lesson so that you all can get to know each others." Volteer said.
"So we are supposed to mingle?" Specter asked annoyed.
"Pretty much, yes." Volteer answered shortly.
So the dragons took a break and went out from the school building to get acquainted with the new students. Everyone talked with the new students, even Hypter but it was one dragoness he didn't even dare to lay an eye on, Phoenix. Every time he looked at her he felt something strange, he had never felt it before and couldn't place a claw on what exactly it was. "Spyro, I have to talk with you...in private." Hypter whispered.
"Sure, thing but why?" Spyro asked.
"I'll tell you when we are away from the others." Hypter said as he began to walk towards an empty classroom. When they arrived Hypter made sure no one followed them. "How did it feel like when you fell for Cynder?" Hypter asked, as serious as always.
"...Ehm, hard to say, it felt like my heart should beat out of my chest, why?" Spyro asked.
"I think I like Phoenix." Hypter answered with a small smile.
"I see...how does it feel?" Spyro asked.
"I think, my heart is racing and I get hard to focus. When I saw her it was like 'crash, bang, straight into the brick wall' it was a quite weird feeling. Since I normally don't feel anything." Hypter answered. "I just find it weird that you of all dragons get a crush...and so fast too." Spyro said with a short laugh. "Anyway, the best you can do is to talk with her, and try to take it slow and to explain your feelings." Spyro advised.
"I can't do that! At least not here, not now." Hypter replied, going over all possible strategies and outcomes. "The best would be if I try to talk with her in private or after school, and not be too pushy." Hypter concluded.
"That's right, just take it easy and be yourself." Spyro said with a smile.
"Indeed...well, thanks for the talk Spyro." Hypter said, as he began to walk out from the classroom. Hypter was torn in two directions. One side of him wanted to talk with her more than anything else, and the other side was telling him that it would be a bad idea. Since he was the calculating cold guy he knew that talking with her about it right there and then was a bad idea, so he planed to wait until after school. But he decided to try to talk with her about other things, if he could find her.
When Hypter and Spyro went out again they where at first blinded by the sun that shone bright from a clear blue sky and a gentle summer breeze blew at them. Then they saw Zepher, Geena, Cynder, Noctus and Terran in a corner of the schoolyard. When they came closer they could hear that Terran was, as always, annoying his older brother. "Zepher and Noctus sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g" Terran chanted as he bounced around them. "Shut it bro!" Zepher demanded as he blushed. Zepher himself didn't notice it but Noctus blushed too.
"Oh come on, I'm just pulling your tail." Terran complained.
"Hi, my name is Fliva, what's yours?" Fliva asked Terran.
"Uh hi, my name is Terran." Terran replied.
"Hey, lil bro. Do you want me to do what you just did a second ago?" Zepher teased.
"Uh no, no need to do that big bro." Terran replied with a nervous smile, hoping that Zepher would let this one go. "Ok, then we'll let you talk with Fliva, catch you later lil bro." Zepher said as he and the other dragons walked away a bit, leaving Terran and Fliva to talk. "Hey Hypter, Spyro, say hi to my and Terran's cousin. I think you remember her from before." Zepher said, making a gesture with his paw towards Geena. "Hi Geena." Spyro said as he smiled and shook paw with her. "Good day Geena, my apologies for not shaking paw but I have a tendency to be a bit cold." Hypter said, as non emotional as ever.
"It's ok, it's nice meeting you all. So what are you doing here when you want to have fun?" Geena asked. "I would suggest a picnic." Spyro said, making Hypter sigh.
"And I suppose that I should make the food." Hypter said in dismay.
"...Where are Boltwire and Glade, and the other girls? I can't see them anywhere around here." Terran said as he and Fliva joined the others.
"I don't know, and I can't see Flame or Ember anywhere near here either." Zepher answered.
"Ugh, you just got to hate those dragons, saying that others should be avoided. They should be avoided themselves." Phoenix said a bit annoyed after the talk with Flame.
"Ye, I so agree with you sis." Fening said.
"Hi there, I thought you was with Flame...the red dragon that is constantly followed by his girlfriend Ember, the pink dragoness that always agree with him." Hypter said when he found Phoenix and her sister walking alone. "We were talking with him but he started babbling something about that we should avoid...I think he meant you." Phoenix said.
"Probably...anyway, he can be a little negative about things and people. Oh, my name is Hypter by the way; my friends and I were planning a picnic tomorrow. Do you two want to come? Noctus, Fliva and Geena seem to be up to it." Hypter explained.
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea...but what about Spectra? Can she come too?" Fening asked. "Of course, if she is the quiet type she can company Glade." Hypter said with a laugh. "But shall you not ask Spectra if she wants to come first?" Hypter asked.
"We probably should but we can't find her." Phoenix said.
"She might be inside the school." Hypter said. "We can go in and check, and I can show you around at the same time." Hypter continued.
"Great idea." Fening said, as she followed Hypter.
After some minutes Hypter found Boltwire, Glade and Spectra sitting in a corner. "Hi there you three." Hypter said.
"Oh great, I thought no one would be inside of school now. What is it you want?" Glade asked, quite annoyed with being disturbed in his conversation with Spectra.
"I just wondered if the three of you want to come to the picnic tomorrow." Hypter said.
"Well, I have nothing to do, what about you Spectra?" Glade asked.
"Nope, I have nothing to do either...I can come." Spectra answered.
"I say the same as these two non emotional dragons. They are almost as cold as you Hypter." Boltwire said with a laugh. But he stopped when Hypter gave him a stern look.
The day continued as any other with the exception there was much more chitchat in the class and soon the lessons where over with and the dragons where on their way home. Hypter saw Phoenix in the corridor and decided to invite her home to his own little apartment, he considered inviting her over to Spyro and Cynder's house but there he wouldn't be able to get alone with her and ask her what he wanted. When Hypter asked Phoenix if she wanted to come over to his apartment she accepted the invite. The evening went fairly well, they talked about interests and powers and other things. Due to the good progression Hypter decided to move on and ask her the question that felt as a burden to his mind.
"Phoenix, I have to ask you something... Do you have a boyfriend?" Hypter asked.
"No, I don't." Phoenix said with a short laugh.
Ok, here goes the hardest question in my life so far...do you want one? I can't help the insensitive side of me...but I think I might have a crush on you..." Hypter said, blushing slightly.
"Holy ancestors, I didn't see that coming. Well, you seem like a nice guy but I don't know anything about you...except those small things we just talked about" Phoenix said.
"I'm so stupid there is nothing to compare with...Ask me any question and I will answer it honestly." Hypter replied.
"Ok...is this the first time you feel this way?" Phoenix asked.
"Yes." Hypter answered shortly.
"Ok, how are you as a person." Phoenix asked.
"I am cold and calculating, well usually...but when I'm near you I can't think, nor concentrate." Hypter said, blushing a bit.
"And all this you felt on one day?" Phoenix asked, puzzled over the fact it could go so fast for someone to get a crush. "Yes, maybe it is because I haven't felt something for so long. I don't know, the moment I saw you in the auditorium I just went 'crash, bang, straight into the brick wall' it is the first time in my life I am having these feelings. So everything I will be doing and saying will be completely new for me..." Hypter answered.
"Same here, with everything being new I mean." Phoenix said.
"...Really? An attractive dragoness like you has not had a boyfriend before?" Hypter asked, making Phoenix blush slightly but it didn't show because of her red scales. "Yes, really. And what about you? Have you had a girlfriend before?" Phoenix asked.
"As I said before, I have never had these feelings before. So the answer is; no, I have not had a girlfriend before." Hypter answered.
"Have you bothered to look, or have you simply been uninterested?" Phoenix asked.
"I have never been interested...I'm the calm, cold guy that's sitting in the back of the classroom. Trying to avoid as many questions as possible and just trying to pass unnoticed. I just want my grade as smooth as possible...I really get easily bored in school since there is no class I really enjoy, except history. And therefore no one, as I wanted, noticed me." Hypter explained. "But why would you want to go unnoticed?" Phoenix asked.
"Because I'm not good with people, I was general during the war. I have taken the name my enemies gave me 'Hypter the horrible' why, I don't really know. And by my allies I was called 'Coldheart' but my real name is 'Winter' but as I said I took on 'Hypter' instead because it doesn't have anything with my personality to do." Hypter explained.
"For which squad were you general?" Phoenix asked.
"I was general for the medic squad." Hypter replied shortly.
"So...you know medicine?" Phoenix asked, being a little curious.
"Yes, both with herbs and the fact I can stop bleedings with my element. But the reason I was general was because I could take tough decisions many others couldn't." Hypter explained. "I don't want to interrupt this conversation but...it's getting late and it's school tomorrow..." Hypter said. "Oh shit, I forgot about the time! You have right, I better be going, thanks for the conversation and so on." Phoenix said as she got up from the chair.
"If you are in a hurry I can fly you home." Hypter offered.
"I don't think it will go faster if you fly." Phoenix said and looked a bit confused on Hypter.
"Since I'm an ice dragon I can control ice and water. I can form it around my body to grow in size, when I do that I get the size of an guardian." Hypter explained.
"Well...ok then, I also live in the eastern part of the city, not so far from here." Phoenix said.
"Ok, just step aside a little, here might get cold." Hypter said as he began to draw water from the air, covering his body with it. Soon he had grown to the size of a guardian, and then he froze the water so it would stay on his body, he had also conjured the mask. "Now, do you want to be on my back or shall I carry you in my arms?" Hypter asked.
"I would rather be on your back." Phoenix replied.
"Ok, jump up then and hold on tight." Hypter said with a smile but it didn't show because of the mask. Phoenix did as she was told and when Hypter was sure she held on tight he launched out through the window.
When they arrived at the house Phoenix lived in Hypter followed her to the door. Before they had time to say anything the door was opened and her parents stood in the door opening, they didn't look happy. "Phoenix, where have you been? We have told you, you should tell us if you should be out longer than sun down." Phoenix mom said with a strict voice.
"I know mom, I'm sorry and it won't happen again." Phoenix replied, staring down in the ground. "I sure hope so, and who is this?" Phoenix father asked.
"Oh, how rude of me, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hypter, it's a pleasure to meet you. Phoenix and I are going in the same class, so I invited her over to my place. I don't know if she has told you that, and that is also the reason we are late. We got stuck in a conversation and forgot about the time. My apologies, and please don't punish Phoenix, it was entirely my fault." Hypter said.
"Are you not a little old to go in school?" Phoenix's mother asked.
"What do you mean?" Hypter asked.
"Hypter...you still have all that ice on you." Phoenix said with a giggle.
"Oh...right, I'll take it of right away." Hypter said, as the ice immediately fell off of him.
"Oh, I thought you were a guardian." Phoenix mother said, a bit surprised from the now tiny dragon standing in front of her. "No I am not a guardian, I was a general during the war though." Hypter replied.
"You were a general during the war?" Phoenix's father outburst.
"Yes, in the medic squad, is there something wrong?" Hypter asked plainly.
"No of course not...it's just that you seem..." Phoenix's father was cut of.
"A little young, I know...but yes, I was a general. Anyway, I escorted your daughter home just in case. I am trying to patrol as often as I can because here is some criminality. But it is so low now I might be able to spend my free time on something else." Hypter said. "If you ever need a helping paw, just ask." Hypter said with a smile.
"I will keep that in mind." Phoenix father said.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ignustus and this is my mate Inferna." Ignustus said.
"Well, it was nice meeting you two but I must go. After all its school tomorrow." Hypter said, as he turned to Phoenix. "Goodnight Phoenix, see you in school tomorrow." Hypter said.
"Yeah, and goodnight to you too." Phoenix replied.
When Hypter was out of sight, Phoenix and her parents began to chitchat. "So, who was young dragon?" Ignustus asked with a grin.
"I thought he told you, his name is Hypter and we are schoolmates." Phoenix answered shortly. "Oh come on honey, anyone could see you were uncomfortable when we stood out there." Inferna said with a smile.
"So the young one have a crush, how cute little sis" Fening teased her younger sister.
"No, it's not me, it's Hypter that have a crush in me!" Phoenix protested.
"Really? He seemed so calm when he talked to us, normally you get nervous when you are talking with the parents to whom you like." Ignustus said.
"Yes I know but he is...different, he doesn't show much emotions." Phoenix explained.
"But if he is that type, don't you think it's a good sign that he have feelings for you then?" Fening asked. "Maybe...but I don't know him, and I can't directly say I have feelings for him...sure we have a lot in common but, is that enough?" Phoenix asked rhetorically.
"Well I like him, being a general is a big thing." Ignustus said.
"Oh, you better keep your boy perspective out from this honey." Inferna said with a smile.
"What? That only means he is a proper kid." Ignustus said in complain.
"Can we leave this discussion for now?" Phoenix said a little annoyed.
"Sure, until tomorrow when I will tell everyone in the school you have a crush on him." Fening said with a smirk, dashing of towards her room since she knew Phoenix should get angry. "You should only dare to do that!" Phoenix yelled and ran after her older sister...
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There are no magic formulas for success, but the older I get, the more I rely on a few simple principles to help get me through each passing day. One could argue that these are simply "common sense", but as my wise grandmother used to say, "common sense isn't very common." The common superficial indicators of success-money, a good job, fancy possessions, and a house on the water- really don't indicate much more than an individual who has focused his life on things. True success goes deeper, and that is what drives the following observations. Sorry, I can't guarantee that any of these will work for you, but by diligently applying them to my own life, I have noticed a distinct change for the better over the last 20 years.
1. FIND YOUR PASSION
The most essential step to leading a successful life is to find your passion. Everything positive will flow from your pursuit of an area that truly floats your boat. There are many definitions of "passion" out there, but try this one out for size:
A PASSION IS SOMETHING YOU DO THAT MAKES TIME FLY BY
When I was a teenager, I loved to play piano. It always amazed me that my two hours of practice seemed to go by in a few seconds. On the other hand, if you are only playing piano to please your parents, spouse, or teacher, practicing will inevitably become an interminable agony.
Some possible passions are sports, gardening, music, reading, weaving, meditation, movies, and dining out. Pretty much anything is fair game no matter how offbeat. I have a good friend who discovered his true passion in life was growing orchids! Even more amazing is that he was able to develop an avocation into a vocation by buying a greenhouse and selling extra plants.
Not all hobbies will necessarily lead to full time employment, but with a little creativity, you'll be surprised at what is possible. In my life, I've turned playing piano into giving lessons part time, growing flowers to selling perennials at flea markets, and reading books to giving lectures on various classic works.
How do you find your passion? Join Internet newsgroups. Start a local club revolving around your specific interest. Get your friends hooked. Then merely sit back and watch what happens. In some cases, your interest may wane after a few months, but in other instances you will find a true passion, something that will consume your life until your dying breath.
2. TAKE CHANCES
Nothing is sadder than someone stuck in a dead end job or hopelessly mired relationship. Change is always a little scary, and many people simply choose to be miserable rather than risk financial stress or marital discord.
Approximately one year ago, I was working full time with some of the most negative people on this planet. In addition, my position was going nowhere and I was doing more and more work for the same amount of pay. Then, on that fateful day May 31st, 2006, my life changed in an instant. While eating a bowl of cereal, I experienced very severe pain and needed to be rushed to the hospital. As the doctors muttered something about an "unexplained abdominal blockage" I was given the last rites. After making it through the night, I awoke with a nasal-gastric tube down my throat. Unable to eat or drink, I was given only ice chips for 5 miserable days.
Yet, while I was lying on my back for what seemed to be an eternity, I had plenty of time to think. And when I was released from the hospital one week later, the first thing I did was turn in my resignation. My family and friends thought I was crazy to leave a tenured position that paid $60,000. per year. But, I had seen the light, and you may be curious as to where I am one year later. Well, I have the most incredibly wonderful postition in the same field. I am treated with respect by a "dream team" of colleagues and next year will actually be making more money than I ever have... AND enjoying it! Yes, there were financial insecurities along the way, and there were times when bills didn't get paid. But I find it extremely ironic that I had to look death in the eye to finally learn how to live.
It takes a great deal of guts to change the status quo in your life. There are no guarantees, but if you follow your heart very little can go wrong!
3. DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO ANYBODY
This was my mother's favorite phrase and it took me 20 years to fully comprehend the import of her wisdom. Gossip is extremely, extremely dangerous. If you are labeled a troublemaker at work your career is ruined. If you are catty and chatty in a relationship, you stand a good chance of losing your significant other's trust. A good rule of thumb to use if debating whether or not to say something is:
DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT SOMEONE YOU WOULDN'T SAY TO THEM IF THEY HAPPENED TO BE STANDING RIGHT THERE
A particular dangerous variant of the gossip game is "But I only told one person!" Sure you did, and that person only told one person, and the next guy in the chain only told one person, and before you know it everyone knows. Loose lips do indeed sink ships. Yes, gossip is quite tempting but at best only gives the gossiper a smug superiority...for a while. So, in the coming weeks, try to say five positive statements a day about people in place of anything even remotely controversial. You will notice a change for the better in your relationships almost immediately.
4. LET SERVICE BE YOUR MANTRA
Leading a hedonistic lifestyle is almost always synonymous with unfulfillment and failure. Look at the hapless Virginia Tech shooter- an individual consumed with anger and totally engrossed in a fantasy world. People who service others are in a win-win situation. Success comes from the feeling of accomplishment by sharing your wealth of ideas and individual talents. Here's a short list of service oriented choices which can only heighten your feelings of accomplishment. And who knows?- you may meet your significant other or a special friend in the process.
a) Become a Big Brother/Big Sister/Mentor/Tutor
b) Volunteer to be on your community's P.T.A., or chaperone various school functions.
c) Help at your local church with a food bank or clothing drive.
d) Give free lessons in the area of your choice (I sometimes give complementary music lessons to disadvantaged children who cannot afford them.)
e) Build houses, repair dreams, mend broken hearts.
f) Become involved with Boy Scouts/Brownies, Den Mothers and Fathers are always needed.
g) Agree to be a "Patient Visitor" at your local hospital. I did this one Summer and learned more about life in two months than in my previous 35 years!
In this me-me-me culture, it takes considerable effort to look beyond yourself to the greater good. But I can think of nothing more powerful then servicing others, even in the smallest way. It will make you feel successful like few other activities can, and could easily change your life in a major way.
5. ARRANGE TO BE LUCKY
It always seems that certain individuals are simply lucky, but I have discovered that you can indeed arrange to be as lucky as the next guy. For example, suppose you are interviewing for a particular job. Only allowing yourself 2 prospects means than luck could occur at most 2 times. But doing 20 interviews increases your possibility of luck tenfold! When I was interviewing for a new position, I did 25 interviews, of which 2 resulted in job offers. So, I was "lucky" twice. In a similar manner if you wish to meet new people, and have three blind dates over an entire year, you're not giving luck much of a chance to work. But meeting three people per month increases your chance of luck by a factor of 12. The truly "lucky" people stack the deck in their daily life so that luck has the maximum probability to occur. And sure enough, over time luck is sure to be a "lady tonight" without any extra effort on their part.
6. FORGET ALL COMPARISONS
If I had my way, I'd abolish ALL competitions, contests, and any event that grades people. It only fosters dreaded comparisons, which is a major factor in depression and disillusionment. Let's face it, no matter how good you are at something, someone, somewhere, is even better. And conversely, even if you feel you are hopeless at something, I guarantee you could teach someone, somewhere, that is even more hopeless.
Instead of comparing yourself to some impossible yardstick, simply do. That's right, just do something. Play guitar, plant a rose, take a walk, climb a tree. Inactive people are the dangerous ones, the meddlers and parasites of society. Get yourself out there even if it is something as simple as weeding the garden. The body craves movement and activity, yet does even better without self judgements. Worrying about doing better at a particular sport, or feeling guilty about a past imperfect performance simply eats up time and immobilizes you. And an immobilized person is an unsuccessful individual. It's essentially as simple as that.
7. FIND YOUR INNER GOD
Rather than endlessly wonder about the location of Heaven, or the existence of Satan, try to find your inner God. We all have a conscience, or "tracking system" to help us in times of need. I prefer to call this inner light "God", but you can call it by whatever term makes you comfortable. Your success in life is intimately tied to how well you are in tune with your "soul". Some people spend a lifetime ignoring their inner voice and the end result is confusion and despair. We all are stronger than we think...I brought myself back to life last year when I suddenly realized my work on earth was merely starting at the age of 47. Although the signal may be weakened by all the noise and junk we put in our lives, it is always there, waiting to be at our service.
Cultivate bewilderment, walk under the pale light of stars, and listen...I guarantee you will never turn off your inner God again!
8. BECOME FRIENDS WITH "YD"
You have an enemy lurking in the bushes. And alas, it will never go away. The name of the enemy is YOUR DEATH, which I prefer to write as "YD" which seems a little less threatening. The final key to you leading a successful life is to come to terms with YD. Frankly, this isn't easy, and some individuals spend a lifetime trying to cheat death, only to be surprised as they approach the finish line.
One very simple thing you can do to feel comfortable about YD is to write your own obituary, no matter if you are 18 or 81. After all, no one knows you as well as yourself, and the experience will be quite humbling. Trying to reduce your life to a few simple paragraphs will inevitably force you to realize you are a mere speck, an asterisk, the head of a pin. Along the way you will discover areas of your life you want to put in your obituary, but can't right now, and this will lead to important changes in your future. I wrote my own obituary at the age of 25, which lead to an incredible two decades of self-exploration. If you have a significant other, you may want to write each other's obituary along side of your own. It is very likely the two obits will be quite different, and this could lead to a productive talk about future plans.
Another activity which will help you shake the hand of YD is to make a "Death Gift Box". This sounds morbid, but is simply an ordinary toy box that is filled with small tokens of appreciation for important people in your life, should you die suddenly or unexpectedly. You could write a letter to a friend, or dry an exquisite red rose for your mother. Be sure to tell someone or mention in your will the location of your death gift box, so your sentiments can be distributed accordingly.
Recently in my community, a gifted 36 year old teacher died suddenly in a tragic car accident. Fortunately, she had put together a death gift box. I cannot describe the looks on the lucky individuals' faces who opened presents from their friend's gift box. They found it almost impossible to put their "treasures" away, and as in most win-win situations, that teacher's memory is now perpetuated forever by a simple act of kindness.
I will never forget sitting next to my grandmother as she was dying 25 years ago. In a faint whisper, she asked if there was anything positive about death. I thought for awhile, then responded "well, at least you can find out how that good dream ends!" She laughed a bit, then was gone. Just as a sentence is a mere collection of words without a period, death is the period that gives life meaning. And all of our lives are ideally a good dream which death merely extends until the next lifetime...
I sincerely hope your life is as successful as it can be, now and forever!
Sack
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Text: I sit down on the tank itself, wearing only a pair of black panties and a black bra, both made to stretch a considerable amount. Under me is a helium tank.
I push my brown hair out of the way, my green eyes glistening. I take the hose of the tank, and put the nozzle in my mouth. I turn the valve, and a rush of the gas goes into me.
First my stomach expands, filling divinely and quickly. Already I look like I should be carrying twins. Next were my breasts, filling evenly, and quite well. The pressure was building already, thirlling me.
Once my breasts and stomach had their fill, the helium starts to fill my other extremities. My legs, ass, and arms. All were growing, being saturated with the gases from the tank. My weight had certainly decreased. I even felt lighter. I continue to let this gas slake my thirst.
My body started to rise off the ground, my head bobbing down to keep ahold of the tank's hose. But it was long enough for me to float to the ceiling without losing it.
Now that the helium had no where else to go, my face started to fill out, my cheecks puffing up. I close my eyes, dreaming I was floating on a cloud.
Now, I just expand, having no more room in my body for the gas to fill. I felt light-headed, but dreamily so.
My body was starting to round out, becoming a perfect sphere. My arms and legs were cones, and my bra had long ago busted off.
My ass was filling out nicely. My panties were thinning into a thong the way this was going. I release my bitedown on the nozzle, the thing turning off automatically, as I had it preset to.
I close my eyes to sleep, hoping to wake ready for more. I awoke much as the same as when I slept; floating around aimlessly.
I kicked off the ceiling and grabbed the hose, it turning on. Soon my body found it's ambrosia of inflation as I continued my expansion once again.
My body was taking the pressure well. I was fully round, and my panties snapped off and was left nude.
The pressure kept on, filling me more and more. Becoming unbarable, but I ignored it, focused on my own figure rather than my ditress.
Now I can't ignore it. The tank read that it was only half gone. I was surprised I took in this much. If given two of three days, it would leak out of me on it's own. But I could feel it.
My body couldn't take another ounce of pressure. A single huff, and that was it.
Pop goes me.
Do I dare?
Most likely pop just to get a high-so to speak.
I bite down on the nozzle, and the tank begins emptying again.
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*1: Lacey*
2003
Working on the film crew for "Mean Girls" was one giant blur. So much so that I can't quite remember why I was relaxing one day in the wardrobe room. But I was sitting behind a few clothing racks during my break, trying to enjoy the solitude, until someone interrupted.
I could see the gossip queen of the Plastics, Gretchen Weiners – a.k.a. actress Lacey Chabert. Whether she could see me was unclear, but the fact she hadn't yelled at me to get out was a sign.
So was her going through sweaters, then taking hers off in my eye line.
She wasn't looking at me and couldn't see me from there – supposedly. She wasn't trying to show herself off in her blue bra and skirt, but there was a Hell of a lot to show off. It took me a while to register her taking off her skirt next – yet the sight of Lacey's incredible cleavage and toned, sleek curves kept her ass and legs off my radar.
I only had a few seconds to take in the whole package before she found a sweater. Once she put it over her face and chest, I remembered what trouble I'd be in if she knew there was an audience. Impulsively, I turned my head away and pretended to sleep – barely stopping myself from pretending to snore.
I heard some small rustlings and prayed they wouldn't be followed by loud footsteps. Yet when I heard them, they got softer as Lacey left the room. My movie crew career was still alive – though I needed more physical parts of me to die down before I left. As if she'd made that easy.
Like this entire production would make things easy for me.
January 2014
A Mean Girls reunion cover story and photo shoot.
If I could make that happen, it'd make this job so much easier for me.
While I didn't do much more work in movie crews since 2003, it got my foot in the door for other opportunities. Eventually, it led me to an assistant's job at a magazine that...well, many of you read every week. If not as much as Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide or Vanity Fair.
This meant that other publications probably had the inside track on a 10-year "Mean Girls" reunion piece, if they were so inclined. But I made the pitch that with my time on their set, I could get the stars to do our magazine. Plus it was the start of a new year, and the best time to publish a Mean Girls story would be in April, so I could get a jump start now.
Of course, my slight connection to the movie didn't mean I could land all the stars. What's more, they'd really need me to book one above all – and she was the wild card to end all wild cards. She might have burned too many bridges with her old co-stars, for all anyone knew.
But after I convinced my bosses I could book Lindsay Lohan, I still wasn't brave enough to go after her first. That was something you had to build towards. Hell, if I got all the others first – the ones who actually had their careers take off since 2004 – it might make Lindsay's absence okay.
Unfortunately, I aimed too high to start proving it.
I thought since Rachel McAdams had the best career and biggest name in the group besides Lindsay – at least in movies – she'd be enough of a headliner. But because of that big career, she wasn't available in the time we'd need to do the story and cover. So that seemed to be that.
If I couldn't land both Rachel and Lindsay, I was finished. Maybe that's why I still wasn't brave enough to contact Lindsay. One of the top five reasons, anyway.
Instead of warming up with a more legitimate star, perhaps I would have to start smaller.
I had to call Rachel because she was busy on a set. However, Lacey Chabert had more free time on her hands. When I gathered that after calling her, I offered to make my pitch in person.
That's how I found myself going to her penthouse in West Hollywood two days later. She'd bought it months ago, not long before her cover spread for Maxim magazine last fall. My memories really didn't need to go there – or to the last time I saw her in her bra – so I cleared my head before knocking the door.
Lacey answered in a blue top and matching jeans, so it kept my head clear. At least clearer than it could have been. "Hello, Ms. Chabert," I cleared my throat enough to say.
"You don't have to be that formal," Lacey said in her high but sweet voice. "This is the first of many Mean Girls reunions, after all. Right?"
"Well, if you want to see it that way. And believe I told the truth about being a crew member. Which I did, but how would you know?" I let get away from me.
"I used my two days of prep time well. But I didn't need to do that much research," Lacey assured. "I remembered myself that you were there. So I'm glad you're here now," she said, topping it off with a little hug. Which was both fortunately and unfortunately brief.
I shrugged it off and followed Lacey inside, letting her give me a tour of the condo. It was pretty extravagant by my standards, if not West Hollywood's. That speaks to how quaint three bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a gym and wide views of the city are by comparison.
Despite having the least splashy career of the Mean Girls stars, Lacey still kept busy enough to do well for herself. As if the Maxim shoot didn't rub it in already. Luckily, I kept myself from saying both those things out loud.
At that moment, Lacey wanted to know about my post-Mean Girls career. This made me just a little bit more comfortable.
"Clearly, I went on a different path," I jested for starters. "I mean, I didn't flop out of crew work. I didn't hate it, and you guys didn't make me hate it. I just...realized I wanted a more creative direction. But I realized I wanted it in Hollywood, in some way."
"And a magazine about Hollywood was the answer," Lacey filled in.
"Not at first. I wrote some stuff myself at other places. I'm not doing that at my new place, but I can use it to open bigger doors. If I prove I have some value over there," I started to segway towards.
"And me and one of my old movies can give you that value," Lacey said.
"For the next few months, yeah," I agreed, perhaps less tactfully than I should have. "I know other magazines can make a bigger deal out of it. But they're just so...cliquey. I think you can understand that," I started joking. "I figure there's no need to give the magazine Plastics another win. It'd go against everything the movie stood for."
"Did you sell that to Rachel?" Lacey wondered.
"Maybe I should have. If she had a clear schedule, who knows?" I went along. But the memory of her being unavailable, and the long route I still had to go, made me more truthful.
"I'm not trying to put pressure on you, Lacey. I don't know how free you are, and there's no guarantee this'll even happen. I've got a long way to go before I can answer that," I admitted.
"Well, what's part of that long way? Who else are you asking?" Lacey asked.
"Tina Fey, Lizzy Caplan, Amanda Seyfried, you...and Lindsay," I finished off.
Sensing my hesitation at the end, Lacey offered, "Hasn't Lindsay been pretty good lately? Or did you guys...bury bad press on her?"
"I can't speak for other publications, but we heard good stuff," I answered. "Still...did she burn too many bridges with you guys when she...wasn't on good behavior? And could they be rebuilt in time?"
"I don't think that's necessary. I haven't seen Lindsay in a while, so my bridges are still standing," Lacey commented. "But I haven't seen much of the others, either. That really would make this a reunion for me. And for what it's worth...it'd be nice to see all of them again."
"So if I could make that happen, you wouldn't mind?" I double checked.
"Of course not," Lacey promised. "Working with them wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't before." After a pause, she started, "They even...even kept their distance when we were in wardrobe."
My face didn't move a muscle, so I figured I was safe. I felt myself blinking more than usual, but there could be worse tells. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it was more telling that she paused before finishing. "I see," was the only thought I said out loud.
I deflected by saying, "So, we want to make this a cover story for April. To do that, we need you to be available at the end of February. Can you clear a day or two for that?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Lacey said. "Gives me plenty of time to get dressed up."
"Well, we'll have that covered for you," I said as steadily as possible.
"I know, but you're already going to enough trouble," Lacey stated. "I've got a lot of stuff in my closet. Maybe I could pick something and get it out of the way."
"If, um, if you want to take a shot," I conceded. I was relieved to see Lacey get up and leave, which gave me time to get back in order. But those dreams died fast.
"Your bosses would probably need to see my picks," Lacey called out. "You can either call them to come over, or just take pictures for them with your phone. The second one sounds easier." It did, in only one way. But it was the only way available now.
So I followed Lacey to her big closet, as she showed off the clothes that were hung up. I went along with the pretense of taking pictures, in case she was being serious. I had further doubts when she said, "I don't know. They'd probably pop more if they were on me."
"So you're saying you need to change?" I sighed in resignation.
"I might need time for that," Lacey replied. With that, I figured there was nothing to do but rip the band aid off.
"For the record, I stayed where I was when you changed back then. And I closed my eyes too. Eventually," I jumped ahead. "That should have made it impossible for you to remember me! I didn't do a thing, other than see you in far more clothing than you had in Maxim!" I let out, to which Lacey merely paused.
Before she could un-pause, I attempted damage control by adding, "Don't punish the magazine because I was a perv 11 years ago. I'll get someone else to give you privacy in here. If that's what you want."
"I almost wanted you to stop 'sleeping'," Lacey interrupted, adding quotation marks at the end. That was hardly the weirdest thing right now.
"I was pretty frustrated that day. Enough to still remember it 11 years later. Enough to remember I was changing to go out for a walk, saw you when you were fake sleeping...and almost wished you'd wake up. Just to help me get some of my emotions out...in some way," Lacey startled me.
"Some way...eh?" I ended less than smoothly.
"Yeah, there were a few ways. I calmed down and left, but when I saw you work after that...I still had to wonder," Lacey shared. "I didn't wonder that much for the next 10 years. But when you called me and I looked you up...it didn't take much to wonder again."
"You're kidding me," was all I could say. "So that was another near miss...or maybe..." I trailed off, having revealed way too much.
"Another near miss?" Lacey repeated, making me nervous with her peaked interest. But instead of asking further, she asked, "Is that what it would have been if I woke you up? Just a near miss?"
"If you wanted it to be," I recovered to change the subject – for more than one reason.
"And if you had a chance to get closer?" Lacey pressed on, her hands drifting to her hips.
"Well, then someone would probably come in and ruin my luck," I attempted to gest.
"And until they did? Would fucking me on my wardrobe be worth it till then?" Lacey got to the point.
"I..." I waited to find a good answer, but only one was accurate enough. "I don't see how I can say no."
Lacey didn't say anything or change her expression. Even when she lifted up her shirt and threw it off, revealing a blue bra barely containing her cleavage, she stayed nonchalant. While I dropped my jaw and made mental comparisons to 11 years ago and Maxim magazine, she just turned and looked through her closet. In fact, she seemed to be picking out a new shirt.
When Lacey took one and put it over her chest, I got her game. And I took the bait.
Like I imagined myself doing off and on for 11 years, I went up to Lacey and kissed her against a rack of clothes. She dropped her shirt and began to unbutton mine, while I got ahead of her in unbuckling my belt. I took a break once she undid my buttons, throwing my shirt off and inviting her to press her body against mine.
The feel of her large, contained breasts and the rest of her tanned, toned, tremendous body against me threw me off, so Lacey lowered my pants down for me. I snapped out of it to put my hands on her jeans, lowering them just as mine dropped. Soon we both had our underwear exposed, but I wasn't ready to remove hers yet.
In a flash, I lowered my underwear and pulled out my erect cock, then had Lacey lean back against her closet drawer. My hand moved the front of her panties aside, leaving them on as my cock head pressed against her pussy. After seeing Lacey in a lacey bra and panties in person, and in print, I had to fuck her while she had them on.
"Do it. Fuck me," Lacey agreed in a breathy voice. She squeaked and almost cooed as my head entered her, then groaned deeper when I added a few more inches. Once I adjusted and knew I could last, my adrenaline went back up as I started pumping her.
Lacey wrapped her arms around my neck and began pushing her groin back against me. I pushed mine forward as our hips got as loud as our voices. I tried muffling mine against Lacey's lips, her neck, and finally her bouncing chest.
I still let her keep her bra on, as I was too busy nuzzling her cleavage and pressing my face against her cups to take it off. She gyrated her hips faster the more I did it, so I wasn't the only one who liked this. But I was feeling the effect harder – perhaps too hard, too fast.
"Fuck, fuck," I muttered, which made Lacey moan her encouragement. But it was a frustrated fuck because I was boiling over too soon. I put my fingers on Lacey's panties to try and get her off before I did, yet she tightened around me and made it impossible.
"Fuck, shit, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled, quickly pulling myself out before Lacey could comment. I left my cock bare and wet, not daring to touch it or even looking at her. After a few seconds, I dared to look up as Lacey caught her breath – then started to smile.
She finally lowered her panties to the floor, bending down way too low for my sanity. When I looked at the ceiling, she cleared her throat and got me to see her unhooking her bra. "Aim it here," she gestured to her chest, then grabbed it and slowly lowered her bra.
I had made sure my hands were frozen – but when Lacey dropped her bra, they went on my cock like a magnet. I was barely aware I was jacking off, since I had to savor those big, bare double D's while I had the time. Unfortunately, I was aware 15 seconds later that my time was about up.
I used the last of my brain power to remember Lacey's instructions, then I pointed my cock up and followed them. The first few spurts landed on her left breast and right above it, but I got myself to cover her right breast in time. The last few spurts landed below her chest, although some strands of cum were oozing down there anyway.
At least until Lacey grabbed her cum drenched tits.
"Eat me. Now," Lacey demanded. On impulse, I got on my knees and put my face between her legs. But when Lacey started rubbing her tits – and rubbing my own cum on those giant, gorgeous mounds – I lost all reason. Which was probably the point.
I wasted no time in suckling and nibbling her sweet spots, or on sliding two fingers inside to speed things up. As Lacey moaned, arched her back and kept rubbing her boobs, I wiggled my tongue and fingers inside her and sucked everything in range. By the time her chest fully absorbed my cum, I didn't make her cum herself -- but I didn't want to lose the race by much.
Once I added a third finger and swiped my thumb and tongue on her, I got that wish.
Lacey grabbed the back of my head and arched her hips forward, exploding directly on me. It faintly registered that her hand had touched my cum and was now in my hair. Yet her cum was dripping on my lips, so we were even.
I didn't break away for much oxygen as I licked and cleaned Lacey up. When she removed her hand and backed up a few inches, I stayed on my knees as it all started sinking in. It didn't sink in fast enough for me to move an inch, although my cock was shrinking by a few.
"Go lay down on the bed. Take as long as you need," I heard Lacey say. As soon as I could do something about it, I made myself stand on my feet. I had enough common courtesy to put my pants and underwear on before I went to the nearest bed, but not enough to put my shirt on.
I laid on one of Lacey's beds, closing my eyes and seeing the images of the last several minutes fly by. At the least, I was too enraptured to go to sleep. Eventually, I'd have to get up, actually face Lacey and hope this didn't affect our deal – if we had really made one. For that and other reasons, I wasn't eager to open my eyes yet.
"For the record, I didn't think of those last parts 10 years ago. It just came to me now," I heard Lacey say. It would have been too easy to make a pun from that last part, so I stayed quiet – but thinking about it made me let out an accidental snort.
"Yeah, that just came on me – to me, too," Lacey pretended to accidentally say. I didn't try to hold back laughter that time, and neither did she.
I kept my eyes closed, but I felt a little looser. Loose enough to ask, "Why were you frustrated back then? Did something happen? Something with the other girls?"
"Trying to interview me early?" Lacey sidestepped.
"I still need to be sure there is one," I said seriously. "If there's really any lingering problems with the others...or ones that might come up with...other people...I should know before I put my career on the line for this. Not that I was that professional before..."
"Even after that, that's what you're really thinking about?" Lacey inquired.
"Well...if I was more established, I could afford not to care about work. I'm clearly a beginner here," I tried to jest.
I opened my eyes now, but I looked up at the ceiling instead of Lacey. I still heard her ask, "If I tell you, will you tell me about that other near miss? If there's any lingering problems you have with them, this might not come together anyway. Right?"
I acknowledged her twisting my own words against me, then answered, "I had some...moments with them. Not moments like...back there. Nothing they'd probably remember like you did. But...I did wonder what could have been a few times. Like I did with you."
"And look how that turned out," Lacey pointed out. "For what it's worth...they missed out. And they'd miss out if they didn't do your cover too. But I didn't do anything then that would make it a problem. And I won't do it when you get us back together."
Regardless of who she meant by 'us', it was what I needed to hear. "Thank you," I said, regardless of what I was really thanking her for.
"No problem," Lacey chimed. Now it was really getting ridiculous not to look at her.
I turned my head and saw Lacey lying next to me, her face a few feet from mine. A brief glance below told me she hadn't put her bra back on. Yet I looked back up in a flash anyway, which made Lacey giggle.
If she didn't want me to stare, she'd have put the bra on – as if that would tempt me less. Regardless, I clung to being a gentleman by watching her face. A face covered with gorgeous green eyes, full tempting lips, and a complexion both innocent and sultry. If I was trying not to look aroused, I was failing miserably either way.
If this could be called failure. Lacey pressing her lips to mine sure didn't feel like failure.
This time we were composed enough to kiss briefly, and almost sweetly. We gave each other several pecks until I gently suckled her lower lips, then slid my tongue past it. Lacey pressed herself against my body, although our bare chests did most of the touching.
Needing more, I rolled myself on top of Lacey and took a bit of control. I pressed my chest down against hers and slid my right hand onto her cheek and hair, while our tongues went back and forth in each other's mouth. Lacey moaned as I broke apart and kissed down her face to her neck.
With my pants and underwear back on, I was feeling pretty constricted. But as I tasted her skin and went down to her chest, I had better things to worry about. When I got to her tits, Lacey couldn't help but remind me, "You know what they were just covered in, right?"
"I do," I reminded. "You got it off well enough." Even if she didn't, I had to taste those tits. The thought that they were just covered in my cum shouldn't have made it hotter, but it did. In any case, her supple skin and full flesh canceled out any other tastes.
I pushed Lacey's breasts up and circled her nipples with my tongue, then flicked them and slid my tongue down her left boob. I suckled and kissed the underside and bounced the rest against my face, then did the same to her right tit.
When I finally sucked her right nipple down, I looked up and saw Lacey's face contort beautifully. She seductively glared down at me as my right hand tangled in her hair and my left rubbed her stomach. It trailed down to her panties – the only piece of clothing she'd put back on – then Lacey suddenly got me off of her.
"Sit up," she instructed. I got some of my breath back as I sat up on the bed, though Lacey worked fast to take it away again. She unzipped my pants and pulled my revived erection out – but instead of touching it further, she put a hand on my head and brought it down to her chest.
I took the hint and started suckling away, while her free hand took one of mine and put it on her panties. Getting that hint too, I slid a finger into her undergarment and into what lay below as well. Once I did, Lacey put her free hand on my cock as her other one played with my hair.
"Mmm, you had all the fun with this before. My turn," Lacey announced, then stroked my shaft as furiously as I did. I gasped and dropped my jaw, but promptly filled it with her left breast while my free hand went on her back.
Lacey slowed down, and soon I did the same. We settled down as we stroked and jacked each other off, while I ate out her tits at the same time too. Combined with me stroking the smooth skin of her back, the triple sensation was making me throb in her right hand.
Her left pushed my head further into her chest, making me groan on her nipple and making her groan and stroke me harder in return. "Yeah, that's it," Lacey encouraged softly. She got louder when my finger curled into her and my thumb swiped across her, cheering, "God, those fingers are good."
"You would know," I mumbled on her breast as her fingers tightened on me.
"They're not enough..." Lacey lamented. Thinking she was criticizing me, I added another finger and drove them both in knuckle deep. "Oh fuck...oh fuck it," she stated, thrusting her chest onto my face like it was fucking it.
I tried to suckle her right breast down, like Lacey would suck my cock down if I was face fucking her. Of course, I had too much to work with to make it perfect – in that regard, anyway. She watched me rub my face and mouth on her flesh, then jacked me hard a few more times and said, "Fuck it" again.
This time around, she followed up by removing her hand from me and taking my fingers off her. Lacey got off the bed and kneeled down in front of it – and me. Her mouth soon went a little lower.
She alternated between sucking me down hard and soft, her hands on my hips the whole way. Mine rested on her shoulder and hair, stroking it so I would be less tempted to push her head down. But Lacey went off me and slid her lips and tongue down herself.
When she finished suckling me just above my balls, Lacey went back up and stuck her chest out. I briefly lit up from what I thought was coming, yet she put my head on her left nipple instead of between her tits. In fact, she used it to get her tips stiffer and erect, which didn't hurt my erection per se. Maybe it even kept me from losing it sooner.
Not that Lacey rubbing my tip all over her breasts wasn't making me boil. She also rubbed it on her undersides, so that didn't calm me down. Neither did rubbing my cockhead between her breasts without pressing them together.
"You gotta learn to put more variety in this after a while," Lacey tossed out. As I began to understand it and feel a little guilty, the minx went and smothered my cock with her tits anyway. But she only gave it a few pumps before she took them off and replaced them with her mouth – although she went all the way down with it.
The brief tit fuck and deep throat left me wet and throbbing, which Lacey chose as the perfect time to really strike. She climbed onto my lap and hovered herself over me, without sinking herself down. Lacey looked at me and my barely composed face, then started to come down.
Once she got the top half of my cock in, I put my hands on her hips and finished pushing her down. Lacey groaned and pressed her forehead against me, then pecked my lips in an almost playful fashion. She soon moved down to my chin and jaw while she rocked her hips, in a far slower way than last time.
As it sunk in how this time would be far less feverish. I relaxed as Lacey suckled and nibbled my Adam's apple and neck. I kept my hands on her hips and started squeezing while she fucked me, and even started some fucking of my own. For that, Lacey gave me a deeper hickey while looking up with her most erotic glare.
After she pulled away from my neck, I rested my chin on her right shoulder. Lacey rocked me a bit faster while I looked down and saw her hips move, not to mention her ass. My hands slid over to cover it up, which led me to jiggle her cheeks around as a distraction.
"Oh, that's it...oh, you know what you're doing," Lacey cooed. I slid a finger between her cheeks to test that, and her louder moan suggested I did something right. My mind then raced for more good ideas, and I came up with a couple.
I leaned back and took Lacey with me, leaving her on top of me on the bed. She took her legs off me and got herself more comfortable, but I stopped her from lying on me when she put me back in. I kept Lacey sitting upright, allowing me to see myself inside her.
After a few moments of her riding me, I saw her tits were starting to bounce. My right hand caught them as my left trailed down her stomach, stopping at her opening. My fingers began teasing her pussy and nipples at once, although my left finger could do more than rub.
I tried to fit some of my finger along with my cock, but I did increase stimulation either way. My right forefinger and thumb pinched Lacey's tit, then I just palmed it as best I could. Nevertheless, Lacey was bouncing harder and getting herself closer.
Before she got further, I told her, "Lean over." I got her to put her hands next to each side of my face, hovering her tits over my face. Now that I could lean up and suckle them again, I put my left hand back on her pussy while I pumped it, while resting my right back on her ass.
"Oh, you're...oh, fuck," Lacey got carried away. That was before my right finger wedged itself against her ass, rubbing it without going in. With my cock and left finger fucking her and my mouth gobbling her tits all at once, she was really being worked over.
"Fuck me...ooh, fuck me, you naughty boy," Lacey requested. I was pretty much doing that now, but before I could remind her or show her, she continued, "If you won't, I will."
She was doing that already too – but now she was taking it up a notch. Lacey rocked her hips harder and faster, while keeping her hands on the bed and her body above me. Her tits swayed as her ass bounced on my groin, and all I could do was hold onto her hips.
I watched Lacey concentrate on me, letting out the occasional big breath and moan. For all that her tits and pussy were doing, I wanted to give equal time admiring her perfect face too. Not just because it was less likely to make me cum – barely.
Lacey seemed to smile while tightening and pushing down on me. "Fuck, I wanna cum again," she told me.
"Me too," I hissed out.
"This time I want it on your cock. I want it all over your cock," Lacey stressed. "Don't you want all that hot, wet cum there too?"
"Ugh...I want it anywhere you can put it," I settled on.
"It's going on your cock," Lacey confirmed. "It'll mix with your...fuck...cum." Despite the pause, it wasn't enough time to prepare me for that.
"Hold on..." I started, but couldn't finish as I felt my cock twitch. Hell of a time for it to have a sense of humor.
"I've got pills. I'll buy more if I have to," Lacey filled in. "First I want you to burst in me. Like you burst on my tits..."
"Not in your mouth?" I blurted out, since it was the only other original option.
"I'll suck us both off you when we're done," Lacey answered. "You want that? Want me to suck that wet cock before it fades away? Then make us both drip cum all over you..."
Lacey's voice could be quite high and squeaky, yet her experience as a voice actress obviously helped control her pitch. Saying those words with her sexy pitch was the last bit of convincing I needed.
Nevertheless, I couldn't go completely out of control until she went first. So my hands went back to her pussy, with my left and right forefinger rubbing her. Lacey gyrated her hips in return, yet I still kept my hands and fingers in place.
I watched my hands and cock work her down below, getting me extra hotter and faster. My eyes went up the rest of Lacey's body for extra inspiration, although her tightening and riding helped just as much. By the time I saw her tits swinging and her face panting, I knew it would at least be a photo finish to the end.
That was truly an apt metaphor, because I wasn't sure which one of us went first. I couldn't exactly do the math in the moment, though. In fact, I couldn't do much of anything but growl and arch my hips, then go limp when we both finished.
I laid there with my eyes closed until I felt another great weight lifted off me – well, not a great weight. But the thin Lacey did have enough energy to get off me, turn herself around and hover her wet pussy over my face. She even bent down to lick my deflating cock while she was at it.
Remembering this is what she promised to do, I had to return the favor. Although I was probably licking up both our juices, she was doing the same with me. So I powered through, despite how both our genitals were getting sensitive right about now.
Nevertheless, it felt like we got each other relatively clean. Before I could check closer, Lacey got herself off me again. This time, she turned around and laid on top of me, kissing me with both of us on her mouth. Since I had the same problem, this solution made sense.
We kissed for a while longer before Lacey laid her head on my chest. I put my hands on her for one last feel, then blurted out, "So that made my case for reunions too. Right?"
Lacey giggled and confirmed, "Yeah, that did set the bar." That, a few more kisses and tit rubs served as enough closure for us – and the promise to see her again for the story helped too.
Of course, I actually had to get a story and the rest of the cast together first. But I was a lot closer to that than I was hours ago. For that and other things, I let out a victorious growl when I got back to my car.
I would save the rest of the celebration for when I got home. First, I had to figure out how to see my next recruit. I hadn't figured out who I'd see after Lacey until now – but now I felt brave enough to see her.
Not Lindsay, of course, since I wasn't that fearless yet. But approaching Tina would be the next best thing – hopefully.
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*Fraternal Twins - Part 05*
Slater was awakened by the two boys climbing into bed with him. He opened his eyes looking at them.
"Mom and dad's door is locked. I don't think they want to be bothered and we're hungry," Troy said.
"Okay, okay," Slater said swinging his feet out of bed and sitting up.
The two boys watched him. Slater picked up his t-shirt and put it on. Turning to the two boys he smiled and pulled them to him, giving them a big hug. He loved them so much.
"Okay, out to the kitchen. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be out in a second," Slater told them. "Just sit at the table," he said sternly.
The two boys hurried out of his bedroom as he crossed to the bathroom. Before he could close the door, Karen slipped in, kissing him roughly.
"I have to pee," he said.
"Me too, so hurry up," Karen replied.
Slater whipped out his cock and peed. He was so full her being there didn't bother him in the least. When he was done, she pulled her pants down and sat, releasing a torrent of pee into the bowl. Slater washed his hands, then left while his sister was still going. When he got to the kitchen all three little ones were sitting quietly at the table. He smiled at them.
"I'm proud of you three," he told them.
The three smiled back at him. He turned and pulled the cereals that they liked from the cabinet. All three smiled even bigger. Slater then took three bowls out of the dishwasher and placed them each with a spoon in front of a child. He poured the cereal into each bowl. He smiled at them as he turned to get the milk. Karen was standing there with it in her hand, smiling at him. He caressed her cheek and let her pour.
As Karen sat down with the three kids, Slater went to the hall and looked down at the master bedroom door. It was still closed. It wasn't like mom not to get up with the three kids when they came knocking on the bedroom door. Frowning he walked down the hall. At the door, he listened. He could hear his parents talking. Mom was crying, Dad was trying to comfort her. He nodded, turned and returned to the kitchen. He too was hungry.
Karen had a bowl in front of her, munching away at a mouthful of cereal. Slater saw a bowl in front of his chair. Smiling he picked up the cereal he liked, poured some in his bowl pouring milk in after. Grabbing a spoon out of the dishwasher, he sat and started eating. The three little ones finished. Slater got up, took then in the living room. Turned on the TV so they could watch cartoons.
"Now be quiet as you can. Mom and dad are trying to relax."
"I heard mom crying Slater," Emily said.
"I know. She lost a very close friend. She is very sad about that. She told me and Karen last night. So, if you could be very quiet and let her grieve, she will feel a lot better in a little while." Slater hated lying to them, but it was for their own good for now.
All three, eyes wide, nodded at their big brother. He smiled at them and nodded. They turned and watched TV quietly.
"You lie very well," Karen whispered as he sat back down.
"Was it really a lie?" He asked her.
She looked at him, her head tilted to the side thinking.
"I guess you weren't lying after all," she said leaning in kissing him on the cheek.
The two finished their cereal and cleaned up the table and rinsed the dishes, leaving them on the counter.
"Well, what do we do with the kids?" Karen asked.
"I guess we take care of them until mom and dad come out of the bedroom. I think they deserve a little alone time, don't you?"
"Of course. Emily, come with me," Karen called her roommate.
"Boys, come with me. We're going outside to play, get your swimsuits on, okay."
All three smiled and headed to their rooms to change. Slater went to the bathroom pulling the boy's suits and his off the towel rack. Karen was right behind him grabbing her bikini and Emily's suit.
The boys and Slater were waiting on the porch for Emily and Karen. When they came out, Karen helped Emily with putting on her lifejacket. The boys already had theirs on and were anxious to get out to the raft.
Taking a hold of the lifejackets the boys wore, Slater looked at them sternly.
"You try to go anyplace else other than the raft, I will personally pull you under until you have swallowed a gallon of water. You two got that?"
"Yes Slater," they both answered.
"Let's go," said Slater leading the boys into the lake.
Karen followed with Emily. With the two boys not trying to get away, it only took minutes until they were all on the raft. There was a lot of laughing and giggling. The boys wanted to jump off into the water without their lifejackets. Slater put the kibosh on that. And jumping in with them on was also dangerous for them. But Slater did lower them down into the water and let them float around near the raft. When they disappeared under the raft, Slater shook his head and started to jump up and down on the raft. The boys came out quickly and climbed up on the raft.
They rested awhile, laughing as they looked at their brother. Slater scowled them, then started laughing. They stayed out by the raft for two hours. Then they all heard a whistle from shore. It was their father standing on the porch waving them to come ashore. Slater once again warned the boys about taking off. They nodded and swam directly to shore. They were happy to see their father. They sat while he removed their lifejackets. Karen removed Emily's and let her go. The three went into the house after hugging and kissing their father.
"Is mom up?" Slater asks his dad.
"She is. I want to thank you two. Whatever you did, helped her with...she was a different person this morning. Thank you."
"You're welcome, dad," Slater said with a straight face taking his offered hand. They also hugged, like father and son.
As Slater turned to go in the house, Karen caught sight of his face. A tear was rolling down his cheek. Karen hugged her dad, turning from him and going in the house. Dad followed.
"Is it ready yet, Eileen?" Dad asked.
"Yes, it is dear," Mom replied as she set two plates down on the table.
Only then did she turn and hug her young children. They lined up to get their hugs and kisses. Then they were off to the living room to watch cartoons. Karen butted in front of Slater to hug her mom. She kissed mom's cheek then stepped away blocking Dad's view of his son and wife. Slater hugged his mom gently. He kissed her on the lips quickly.
"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.
She shivered as he let her go. Smiling she turned and sat with her husband to have breakfast. Slater and Karen retired to the living room to keep the little ones under control.
* *
When mom and dad were done eating they joined the kids in the living room. Dad in his chair and mom on the couch between Slater and Karen. Karen wrapped her mom in her arms and just held her. Slater took Mom's hand in his. They watched as the three kids played quietly in front of the TV.
"What have you two done with my children?" Eileen asked Slater and Karen.
"Nothing. I did warn them that you weren't feeling good because you lost someone who was close to you. They didn't even question me about it," Slater replied
"Oh, my. They understood what lost means?"
"I don't know about that, but they understood you not feeling well and how mad I would be if they made too much noise this morning."
"Ah, you getting mad is what clinched it then," Mom said smiling at her son.
She tasseled his hair as he smiled at her. Dad was busy watching his children and smiling. Karen got up, went and sat on her dad's lap, putting her arms around his shoulders.
"I love you, dad," she whispered.
He grinned as he patted her knee. "I love you to Karen," he said.
Mom grinned. She leaned back against Slater. He put his arms around her and smiled as the kids laughed at whatever was on TV. Watching his father he saw him doze off, then wake. He smiled, look around to see if his wife saw him. She had but looked away in time so she wasn't looking at him when he woke. Karen just sat there quietly. Her eyes were full of tears, but none leaked down her cheeks.
Slater was almost on the verge of tears too. He could feel his mother's tears as they fell on his arm. He didn't say anything, but he knew. Then it was lunchtime for the kids.
"Time to feed the little ones. Karen and I will take care of it for you mom," he whispered in her ear. She nodded squeezing his thigh.
"Karen, time to feed them," Slater said. Karen nodded, kissed her dad's cheek and got up off him.
Her and Slater herded the kids into the kitchen. They made sandwiches for them. Peanut butter and jelly of course. The three of them clapped their hands at that. Slater and Karen also decided to have PB&J sandwiches. Slater poured everyone a glass of milk. Karen looked at him like he was nuts, but drank it anyway. When Slater looked into the living room, Dad was sitting with Mom on the couch. He was holding her tight, she was leaning into him. Slater could see her crying as Dad held her. He quickly looked back at the table.
Karen caught his eye. She nodded. She didn't have to turn to see them holding each other. Slater nodded back at her. Slater got up, went to the cabinets and started to take things out. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a bunch of water bottles. Then he went and got his and Karen's backpacks. Karen met him in the hall.
"What?" she asked.
"We are taking the little ones on a hike, to give mom and dad some time alone. Is that okay?"
"Sure. Just want to know what's going on," she responded taking her pack from him.
They packed the bags and took the children to their rooms to get changed. Once the boys were dressed for the hike, he knelt down beside them.
"I'm going to go change. You two wait here. If I come back and you are not here, you know what I'm going to do to you?"
"Yes, Slater," they both said, then sat on Troy's bed.
Slater went to change. When he returned, the two boys were right where he left them. Emily was sitting there too.
"You would never do what you told them, would you?" Emily asked.
Slater had to turn away from them all, he almost broke up laughing. He put a scowl on his face and looked at Emily. She gasped at his look.
"What do you think Emily?" Slater growled at her.
She didn't say a word. Slater went to her, wrapped her in his arms and hugged her. He hugged the boys just as hard.
"I'm so happy you have done what you were told so I don't have to do what I told them." Then Slater smiled at them all. "Come on, we'll wait on the porch for your big sister."
Slater led them through the living room, he stood in front of his parents so the kids couldn't see their mom crying. As they went through the door. Slater turned to his parents.
"Karen and I are going to take them on a hike around the lake, you should have a couple of hours to yourselves."
Eileen got up and hugged Slater and kisses him on the cheek. He smiled at her and his dad and hurried out the door. Karen came out a few seconds later. Slater got the kids lined up and put Karen in the rear to keep them in line. He started out slow. The little ones talked to each other and to Karen. Every once in awhile they would ask Slater a question about something they had seen along the path they followed. Slater always knew the answer.
When they were halfway around the lake and they were in front of the Johnson's place, the little ones started with wanting a boat ride. The Johnson's were sitting out on their porch as the kids walked by shouting about a boat ride. Mister Johnson started laughing got up and went in the house. Missus Johnson came down to the lake where the path was and said hello to everyone. She hugged Slater, then Karen and then each of the little ones. They all said hello politely and stood there looking up at her. She was talking with Karen and Slater.
"So how's your Mom and your Dad?" She asked.
"They're fine, we took the little ones on a hike to give them some time together," Slater said quickly.
"Good, good. I believe George is inside getting the keys to the boat for you. You kids have fun out on the water and be careful," Doris said to Slater.
Slater was about to tell her they didn't really want the boat when Karen gave him a poke in the ribs. He scowled at her, then suddenly smiled at her nodding. George came ambling
down from the house holding out the keys to Slater. Slater smiled at him.
"Thank you very much Mister Johnson," Slater said.
"George. How many times do I have to tell you that son?"
"Sorry...George," Slater said. George just smiled.
"You have fun. If you want you can keep it a couple of days, we won't be needing it until next weekend when the kids are coming down."
"Well, thank you very much, George," Karen said giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. George blushed. Doris giggled at her husband. The little ones were already running toward the boat tied up to the dock.
"Whoa," Slater yelled. "You guys slow down or else."
The three actually slowed down. Doris gasped, then started to laugh.
"I've never seen them listen like that. What is the or else Slater?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter. I would never hurt them, but they don't know that yet."
Both Doris and George laughed as Slater and Karen walked to the boat. The kids were standing on the dock waiting. When Slater nodded at them, they scrambled over the side of the boat and each of them sat in a seat. Slater and Karen stepped into the boat. Karen got the kids situated in their seats, scowling them to stay seated. Slater sat in the Captain's chair and started the engine. Then he ran up to the bow to cast off.
He was quickly in the Captain's chair and moving the boat away from the dock slowly. Once out far enough, he gave the engine a little more gas and headed across the lake to the family house. The three little ones started to laugh and shout for him to go faster. Slater just shook his head as he navigated over to the house. He slowed way down as he came close to shore. They didn't have a dock, so he had to gently ground the boat onto the shore. Karen was up front, now, with a rope so she could tie off the bow to the closest tree. Once she had done that, Slater shut off the engine.
He then took the little ones up front and gently lowered them to the ground. Karen grabbed them and shooed them up to the house. Mom and Dad came out onto the porch to catch the children in a hug. Slater walked up to the house.
"Hey dad, why don't we take the little ones for a ride around the lake for...oh for about an hour or so?" Slater asked his dad.
He was smiling at the excited children as they jumped up and down asking their dad to take them for a ride. Karen was looking at Slater, smiling at him. She winked. He smiled back at her. Dad went in the house, got everyone's lifejacket and off they went. As the sound of the engine slowly faded into the distance, Karen put her arm around her mother's waist.
Turning to look at her daughter, Karen pressed her lips to moms. Eileen didn't shy away. She kissed her daughter back but pulled away sooner than Karen wanted her to.
"Why don't we go inside?" Eileen said softly. Karen's eyes opened wide as she watched her mother step inside the house.
"Sure," Karen replied following her mother into the house.
As Karen's eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the house, her mother was waiting for her and wrapped her arms around her daughter.
"God I love you, baby," Eileen said softly, just hugging Karen tightly.
"I love you too, Mom," Karen replied gently kissing her mom's neck.
Eileen shivered at her daughter's kiss. Spinning out of Karen's arms, Eileen grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her down the hall to the master bedroom. Once there with the door closed and locked, Eileen, turned to her daughter.
"I understand that you want me, in a way that is completely wrong?"
Karen smiled at her mom. With a passionate gleam in her eyes, Karen walked slowly to where her mom stood.
"I want to make love to you. I want to feel, kiss, and lick your beautiful body. I want you to do the same to me. I want to slide my fingers into your pussy, over and over until you cum so hard you pass out from the pleasure. Then I want to eat your pussy until you cum down my throat. Is that what you mean by completely wrong?" Karen licked her lips.
"Yes that would qualify as completely wrong," Eileen whispered shivering.
They stood there looking at each other. Karen smiled. Eileen smiled.
"You do realize how wrong what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you is?" Eileen asked.
Karen nodded. Eileen smiled once more.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Mom asked with her eyebrows raised.
Karen leans in, kissing her mother softly. Mom sighed as their lips touched. Karen's hands went to Mom's blouse and started to unbutton the soft cotton top. Mom, shivered as she reached for the hem of Karen's t-shirt. She pulled it up her daughter's torso to find the Karen was not wearing a bra. Mom sighed as her hands touch bare breasts. Karen shook as Mom's hands touched her skin.
Both women took a step back. Eileen's blouse was open. Karen's t-shirt was up above her tits. They looked at each other. Karen ripped her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Mom let her blouse slip off her shoulders, reached behind her and unclipped her bra letting it fall from her body.
"You are gorgeous Mom," Karen croaked.
"You are too, baby girl," Eileen told her daughter.
Karen pushed her jeans and panties down her legs quickly. Eileen unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Placing her thumbs in the waistband, Mom pushed her panties to the floor. Karen groaned as she looked at her mother's body.
"God now you're even prettier," Karen growled stepping in close.
"So are you, my dear," Eileen huffed raising her arms to wrap Karen in her embrace.
The two just hug there at the foot of the bed, staring into each other's eyes. Karen sighed at the feel of Eileen's tits pressing against hers. Eileen moaned when Karen pushed her vulva against hers. Eileen kissed her daughter. Karen pulled her lips from her Mom's. She pushed her Mom back onto the bed. Eileen crawled backward to the middle of the bed, watching her daughter follow her. Karen stopped looking down at Eileen's vulva.
"I need to taste you," Karen growled.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Eileen watched her daughter lower her lips to her labia. When they touched, it was like an electric shock shot through her body. Her head flew back and her legs shot out to her sides. Her hips bucked and she screamed. Karen held her lips to Eileen's nether lips until she had calmed down. When her mother looked back down at her, Karen slipped her tongue between Eileen's labia. Karen groaned at her taste. Sucking, gently, Karen pulled Mom's labia into her warm, wet mouth.
Eileen shivered and shook as her orgasms rolled like thunder across her body. Eileen closed her eyes and just lay back to enjoy what her daughter was doing to her. She couldn't believe she was letting Karen do what she was doing. She also couldn't believe she was enjoying it so much. She cried out when another orgasm rushed through her body. Reaching down she pulled Karen's face up and away from her crotch. Karen smiled up at her, crawling slowly up Eileen's body. Karen pushed her face against Eileen's breasts, sucking a nipple into her mouth. Eileen pushed her head back against the mattress, her eyes rolling up into her head.
Shaking with another orgasm, Karen's lips pressed against Eileen's. Eileen's arms shot up and around Karen, pulling her down on top of her. The two women kissed, hard, tongues battled back and forth between their mouths. Karen was moaning, Eileen was moaning. Eileen rolled so she was now on top of Karen. She pulled her lips from Karen's.
"I must taste you, dear," Eileen told her daughter.
Karen moaned as her mother pulled away from her body and moved slowly down. At Karen's breasts, Eileen sucked a nipple into her mouth. She sighed at its firmness. Karen groaned when her mother's teeth closed gently on her flesh. Then the teeth were gone and lips were kissing her navel. She groaned once again. The lips moved on. Small, light kisses down her lower abdomen to her vulva. Karen's toes curled when Mom's tongue brushed past her clit. She almost screamed when that tongue pressed between her labia into her vagina.
"Oh fuck," Karen growled looking down at her mother's head between her legs. "Oh fuck yeah!"
Eileen licked and sucked Karen's pussy. From her clit to her asshole. Karen was on the verge of hyperventilating when Eileen pulled her mouth from Karen's pussy looking up into her daughter's passion filled eyes. What she was doing was a new experience for her. Not only making love to her child but make love to another woman. Slowly, Eileen moved her pussy above Karen's mouth. Karen nodded at her mother, reached up and pulled Mom's pussy to her mouth. Eileen lowered her mouth to Karen's pussy.
Both women screamed into each other's pussies. For the next hour, they licked and sucked each other to multiple orgasms. When Eileen finally rolled off Karen they both were sucking air into their oxygen-starved lungs. Karen moved so she could look into her mother's eyes.
"God, you were so good. I have never cum so much or so hard," Karen said.
"Dear sweet Karen, neither have I," Eileen told her daughter. Eileen cocked her head, listening. "We must hurry child. I hear the boat coming back."
Rolling from the bed, they both gathered their clothes and hurried to get dressed. Both of them were laughing as they tried to sort out whose clothes were whose. When they walked out on the porch, each with a beer in hand, they were laughing as the boat landed and Slater jumped out to tie it to a tree. Then Dad was handing the little ones down to Slater.
The three came running up to the porch shouting and laughing and all trying to tell their mom about the exciting boat ride. Eileen and Karen smiled at them as they talked so fast as to be unintelligible. Then Dad was kissing his wife. Slater sat next to his sister raising his eyebrows at her. She just smiled at him, nodding. Slater looked at his mom. She was busy still listening to the little ones about the exciting boat ride they had.
Slater laughed. He watched as his father grimaced and went inside. He looked at mom, she had seen him too. Slater went in the house to see if he could help his dad.
"Dad is there anything I can do?" Slater asked.
"No, son, I just think I overdid it on the boat, is all."
"Dad, Mom told Karen and me," Slater said.
"I know. She told me. Thank you."
"For what?" Slater was now confused.
"For understanding and just being with her last night. She told me you held her until she fell asleep. Then you carried into the bedroom and put her to bed. She is very proud of you, as am I. You have grown into a very well mannered young man."
"Can I get you a pain..."
"No, I only take those after dinner. I can't stay awake when I use them. I want to spend as much time as I can with you and my others children during the day." He grimaced in pain again.
"Is the pain getting worse?" Slater asked.
"No. Maybe. I don't know."
"Other than the pain, who do you feel?"
"Not as good as yesterday but better than I will tomorrow."
"Oh." Slater was kneeling by his father, gently hugging him. His father hugged him back.
"Thank you, son," Dad said.
"You're welcome, Dad."
The little ones came in the door, screaming and laughing. Mom and Karen followed. Slater got up, smiling at the antics of the little ones. Dad sat there smiling at his littlest children. Slater smiled, then went to the kitchen with Karen and Mom. The rest of the day was spent riding herd on the little ones and playing with them. After dinner, dad took his pain pill and followed the little ones to bed. Mom went in with him until he fell asleep. Karen and Slater sat on the couch watching TV.
*To be continued...*
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Pantone 101. Yellow, but on the delicate side. Not, "look at me" sunshine yellow. I selected and swapped the colours and leaned back in my chair to squint at the results. I propped my feet up on the side cabinet and reached for a sip of water. Not bad, not bad.
I heard the scuff-scuff-scuff of slippers on the carpet, and then across the lino of the kitchen. The fridge door opened. The fridge door closed.
I called out, "We're going to lunch with Harry. You'll spoil your appetite."
Scuff-scuff-scuff.
"I thought you were working." Val leaned against the corner of the wall and gave me an accusing glare. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her hands inside the sleeves of my burgundy hoodie. Since I had nearly 15 centimeters and a good 40 kilos over her, Val could nearly use the thing as a robe. The hem went halfway to her knees. Below the hem were the flannel blue and yellow ducky pyjamas she had brought. My suede and sheepskin slippers, with an extra sock wadded in the toe to keep them on, completed the illusion of a freezing ten-year old.
Assessing the clothes she had brought with her on this trip, you'd think my sister had been raised in Houston and only recently experienced Canada in winter, instead of the other way around.
"I am working. I'm employing my extraordinary artistic aesthetic just now." Val snorted and shuffled around to look, leaning on my shoulder. She yawned. Well, annual reports for insurance firms will do that to anyone. But, that's how graphic artists make their bread and butter.
She fluffed at her neck-length curly black hair, identical to my shorter cut curls. She scuffed off to one of the big "client chairs" I have in my workspace and huddled into it. Val looked out the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors at the sun twinkling off a hundred icicles.
"How can you not be cold? Can't we close the drapes?"
"We're not shutting out that wonderful sun for you, or any wimp like you."
"I'm gonna tell on you. Calling me names."
"Phone's over there. Tell mom I said 'hey'." "Creep." A long silence passed. I decided the font would not do at all. I sat forward and started scrolling through my list. Maybe something with an old-timey feel... "I finished the book you suggested. I liked it a lot."
I brought myself away from the world of fonts and annual reports.
"Good. I knew you would."
"Now I'm bored."
"Get another book from my library."
"I let a good book digest before I start a new one." "Watch a video."
"Nah."
I clucked my tongue against my teeth. I spun around on my drafting chair to cock my head at her.
"Val. I am tickled to death you came up here to visit Harry and me. I'm glad you thought of the idea when your hubby had to go on a business expedition for a month. I am actually not embarrassed to say that I love my little sister. But, I was under the impression you were 28, not 8."
Val sighed and climbed out the chair. She scuffed over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You're right. I'm sorry." Her smile crinkled her big hazel eyes.
I shrugged apologetically. "It's just that, if I can finish a first draft of this thing before lunch, I'll be free to play from lunch until the client gets back to me. Which I'm pretty sure won't be until after the weekend."
She nodded and took two shuffles back to my den room. She turned back. "Didn't I see an exercise room in the 10 cent tour you gave me?"
"Yup."
She gave a sharper nod. "That's what I'll do. I'm getting all lazy and flabby." She flicked off the oversize slippers and skipped down the hallway. I laughed to myself. Lazy, maybe, but nobody would ever call my perky, svelte, biggest-claim-to-an-athleteur- family-has, sister "flabby".
Val came bouncing out ten minutes later. She had on one of my white t-shirts. Cheap quality mementos from charity events and such, which I keep for exercising. Like the hoodie, it went down further than some dresses she's worn. Bright pink legs made for a startling contrast. She had on her own sneakers and carried a towel.
"Nice legs. Did you mug a flamingo?" Which was required brotherly banter. Val had magnificent legs.
"These are the leotards I brought for long underwear. With your stupid circus tent shirts, I think I can pass in public."
"Hey, that's a shirt from a previous life."
"I know." She gave me a hug. "Well done you."
She jangled the spare keys I had given her. "These will get me in?"
I nodded. "Have fun. Remember, Harry is shooting for noon-ish."
"Plenty of time. Finish your work." And she was gone.
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I gave the email a last proofread, made sure it had all the attachments, and hit "Send". I leaned back with a contented sigh, hands behind my head, watching the file transfer bar launch my work away into the tubes. Done and done, I stood and stretched until I cracked. I gave a sniff. Maybe a shower and then be ready in good time...I paused. I checked the time on my computer. Where the heck did Val get to? She's the McAllister jock, but jeez. She'll be a stunned wreck for the rest of the day if she's been working out this long.
I clicked my teeth and frowned in thought. Nothing bad could have happen. She didn't even leave the building, and the tenants of the Avalon Apartment building were the...
Holy jumpin' jezuz on a pogo stick.
A goodly number of the tenants of the Avalon ranked as the horniest, most sex-crazed people in the city. If not the country. Possibly the entire world. I had the happy, well-exercised cock to prove it. I thought of the wonderful, wonderful moments I had had in this building, breaking free of my legacy as the "shy McAllister boy". Val never had such a label come near her. My baby sister could be down in that exercise room right now making ecstatic noises only dogs can hear.
This gave me a hot twitch in my crotch that raised an eyebrow. Just how open-minded had I become? How much farther was I prepared to open it? Very interesting.
A more mundane possibility of her lying helpless with a pulled hamstring or something crossed my mind. I had to find out. Collecting my keys, I left and hustled down the three flights of stairs. Nobody on the ground floor. I sidled up to the dark blue door that led to the laundry and then to the gym and pressed my ear to it. Not a peep. No chugging washing machine, no whimpers for help, no orgasmic yodels.
I slipped my key in the lock with the utmost care and ever so slowly turned the knob. I pushed the thick door open and poked my head in. An empty and silent laundry room with the door to the exercise room wide open. I tiptoed on sock feet through the lingering aroma of fabric softener and eased to the wall alongside the door. I could see the wall-spanning mirror, and thus, the entire exercise gym.
Val stood in a half-crouch that people seem to adopt when they're being sneaky. She stood with ear pressed to the door that led to the sauna, shower and washroom. The sweat blotches on the shirt and the damp ringlets of hair plastered to her forehead showed she had had her workout. Now she had a new activity. One hand held the hem of the shirt bunched in a fist and the heel of her other hand pressed and massaged her pussy.
That hot twitch sparked through me again. I enjoyed the scene for a moment, but then confused guilt sent me sliding back across the laundry room. I opened and closed the door naturally and whistled a tune between my teeth as I stepped to the exercise room.
The warning had been enough for Val to move her hands, but she didn't bother moving from her position by the door. She motioned me forward, while putting her finger over her lips in a shush. I came against the door and hunkered over. Being a thin thing designed only for a token of privacy for those taking a shower, the sounds came through the plastic without much effort.
Two, no, definitely three voices partook of some gold medal sexual hijinks. Moans, groans and growled profanity mingled with percussive slapping. I couldn't identify any of them. Bad luck that Val was here. I only knew a few of the swingers in Avalon so far and would have liked to have somehow met these folks.
Val's eyes gleamed at me as she smiled in guilty shock. Who was the greater rascal? The people fucking in a quasi-public space or the person eavesdropping on such a scandalous act but enjoying it immensely? Val's listened intently, her face flushed and not only from exercise.
A choked series of profanities and soft screams told us the show had finished. Val closed her eyes and licked her lips. She fluffed out the neckline of the shirt to get some cooling air. For myself, the situation and room sent me down a scalding hot memory lane. I reached out for Val's hand and led her tiptoe away. She didn't resist.
Once in the stairwell, Val burst out with in excited laughter "That was the most gawdamn thing I've ever experienced! WHEW! I can't get my head around it. People having sex right there in the gym!" She babbled in this hyper excited all the way up the stairs and back into my apartment. She collapsed into a chair and then sprang right back up again, pacing. I parked myself in my swivel studio chair, smiling as I watched her.
"I can't believe such stuff really happens. People screwing where they could get caught by anyone pedaling the stationary bike. Just having a sex! And I counted three voices, for sure! Maybe four! It was a gawdamn orgy! A real orgy in a real public place! Holy crap on a cracker!"
"You don't seem too cold now."
Val barked another little laugh. "I don't know what I feel, but I'm not cold, that's for sure."
"What do you..."
"I feel shocked. I feel disgusted. I feel hornier than hell. I don't know whether I should report this to the police or the building manager or just hope I can listen again before I leave." Val ricocheted around my studio. The damp t-shirt clung to her small, perky breasts. I've never seen this cheap souvenir shirt on a woman not wearing a bra. The thin material had gone translucent and I had a private wet t-shirt contest. Val did not seem to be aware of the show. I squirmed and adjusted my legs.
"What should we do? Call your landlords?" Val stopped, hands on hips, eyes blazing at me, face red and gleaming with perspiration.
"No, I don't think that'll do much good." The building managers were the Poirers, my mentors in smut. They likely as not organized the sex romp.
"Why?" Val demanded.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Live and let live, says I."
She looked me up and down, eyes narrowing, crossing her arms under her boobs. This pulled the material tight across some really excited nipples. "You don't seem too upset by this."
If I stood up straight, you really may change your opinion. But that seems rude in front of my sister. Out loud, I said in a amazingly smooth voice, "Um...huh? Upset?"
Val's suspicious look didn't fade as she bent over to unlace her sneakers. The baggy shirt pulled away from her damp skin and the view I got down the gaping neckline widened my eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and places where, in all decency, it shouldn't go. Now I really would have to wait before standing up.
"Oh!" Val bounced (!) up again and pointed a finger at me, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You've caught the show before! You've exercised down there and heard those sex maniacs before!"
"Ah, yes. That's it. You've sussed it out. Guilty as charged. Well done."
Pleased with herself, she did a little skip-jig. Her little boobies with the nipples of wonder skip-jigged along with her. "Not only have you listened to them, you've probably beat off to them. My brother's a perv! But, I guess I sort of am now, too."
She came up closer to me, in a confidential manner. She bit on her thumbnail, face impish. "Just between us pervs, how often have they done it? How many times have you played Peeping Tom?" She screwed up her face. "No, not peeping...what's the listening version? 'Eavesdropping Earl'? Listening to them fucking was so hot, I'm surprised there isn't a term for it."
I've never been my sister's confidante. This sexual babble coming out her gave me more unseemly hot surges. I wish she'd go change her clothes. I wish she'd bend over again. I felt a bit dizzy.
Val raised an eyebrow and looked me over. She smiled and gave me a sly look from the corner of her eye. "I may be jumping to conclusions. I only went as far as "Eavesdropping Emily" today. I'm thinking my brother might just have gotten his Peeping Tom Badge, too."
"What? No, um. No. That's, er...ridiculous."
"Omigawd! You did! You slipped in and copped an eyeful. I don't know whether to be shocked or jealous. Val shook her head and grinned ear to ear. "Right now, jealous. Definitely jealous. I'd insist on the sweaty details, ALL the sweaty, sexy, smutty details but I couldn't put my shy, modest brother through that. What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just embarrassment leaking through."
She winked at me. "Yeah, yeah. Happy peeping memories, I bet." Val turned and strode off. "I"m going to grab a hot shower and also...cool off. No peeking!"
Laughing at her own wit, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.
I fell forward, head on crossed arms. Could I have a boner this hard without going to hell? Can a guy get locked up for jerking off to his sister's sex talk? I sat back up and ran my hands over my face. Well, hell or jail, I spit in your eye. I needed to pop a cork.
I cocked an ear as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. The shower blasted. My mental big screen filled with nude images of Val soapy and wet and gleaming naked and madly masturbating under the water...I gave my head a shake. My cock throbbed in the air. It wanted me to stay on that channel, but too bad.
I started to beat my baloney in a hard pumping fist and closed my eyes. I tried to bring up sexy images to pretend my sister had nothing to do with my jerking off. Well, most of the urges lay deeper with the memories of the amazing time I had had in that sauna. Where I caught Linda doing just what Val had done. She had been spying on Leslie Ann, Kyle and myself. I had caught her and the two of us had got very...stop it! My imagination had slipped Val in place of Linda with the skill of a magician.
I opened my eyes. Still keeping an idle pump going, I clicked desperately on my mouse. A variety of porn images flashed across the computer screen. Not personal enough. I needed something more real to exorcise Val. I scrolled madly to bring up the folder with my collection of Marita. Even if she didn't seek, and actually avoided, the fame of a supermodel, Marita's swimsuit and lingerie photoshoots still circulated. Marita's golden body in various designer scraps of colourful cloth went by on slideshow. I still feel like a lying fraud when I bring up memories of having crazy monkey sex with a woman like that. That flawless gold caramel skin. That... KERUMP!
The noise fractured my erotic daze. The shower still thundered wetly. Damn. She's slipped in the shower! I bounced up and nearly tripped as my pants dropped to my ankles. Kicking them off in desperation, I scrambled to the bathroom door and flung it open. Steam swept over and around me. I could see Val hunched over on the bottom of the tub through the frosted glass. I slid back the door, ready to turn and phone 911...
Kneeling face down in the tub, the water splashing off her curving back, my sister contorted her right arm behind her to pump my shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt. Her left arm bent out of sight under her belly. The jiggling action could only mean a frantic clit flicking.
Val shrieked, flailing and slipping in the bottom of the tub. "Hey! Get out!"
I felt a heady mix of embarrassment and anger. I couldn't help sliding the door with a slam and stomping out of the bathroom. "Dammit!"
My attempt to block Val with Marita blew away in the wind. Sleek, gleaming jiggling flesh of my sister...I shuddered. I struggled to catch my breath and level out. "Zach?" Val's voice came softly concerned. I took another breath and turned. Damp and dripping a bit, my sister came into my studio wrapped in a towel. Since I have only utilitarian "man towels" and not the bed sheet sized towels women prefer, the green terry cloth protected her modesty by scant millimeters. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and waved my hands in groping frustration. "I'm just wound up about looking like a dope. That's twice in less than an hour I've thought you were might be injured, went charging in like a galloping knight and twice I've found you eyebrow deep in sexy thoughts." Val blushed, pushing an errant wet curl back behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my balance standing while, well, while I was...and went down on my knees. I didn't expect it to be so loud."
I shrugged and smiled crookedly. "I'm sorry."
"That certainly doesn't make you a 'dope'. That makes you my sweetheart of a protective big brother." "Okay. Thanks."
"And Zach? One other question?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you naked from the waist down and waving a very hard erection at me?"
"Shit!" I brought my hands down to try and cover myself. I looked madly for where I had kicked my pants and started towards them. Val giggled madly.
"Oh, I think it's a bit late for that sort of modesty." She reached out a hand to my shoulder to stop me, still dimpling a smile.
"Easy for you to say." I picked up my pants, but only held them in front of me.
"Can I guess you were taking care of business the same as I was?" Val nibbled her lower lip.
"Well, yeah. Kind of obvious." Why didn't I put on my pants? C'mon. Politeness alone dictates...I told politeness to piss off.
"Did you...finish?" She looked down in the direction of my crotch and back up again. I don't know how many men in the world Val had targeted with that mischievous, big-eyed gaze. I had certainly never been on the receiving end. It hit like a grenade made out of sex.
"Uh, no. Did you?"
"I dropped the shampoo bottle."
Val's breathing had grown more rapid. Her lips compressed. "Want to help each other?"
"What? Oh, Val, I don't know if that's a good - I mean, that's a..."
"Let me finish. When Kelvin goes on these work junkets, we keep in touch. Video chat on the computer when we can, just phones otherwise. When we chat, we 'help' each other over being horny. We..."
"...take care of business..."
She gave me a smack on the arm. "Masturbate. It's great when we have video to watch each other. That's what I'm suggesting. Watching and talking. No touching. We'll just be in the same room, is all."
If she wasn't going to mention the speed bump of being brother and sister, she wouldn't hear it from me. My internal revolutions per minute had reached critical. I dropped my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. "Let's do it!"
Val's eyes widened. She looked me up and down and her tongue licked her lips. Her big hazel eyes twinkled and she tossed the towel aside.
Her breasts sat high and perky on her chest, lovely little handfuls that complemented her slim physique perfectly. I suspected she only bothered with a bra to contain those amazing thumb thick nipples popping out of the wide areola. Her pubic area shone clean and bald.
"Well? A gentleman might offer a comment!" Val's voice quavered behind the joking tone.
I turned in profile. I gave my hips a little bump that set my straining, impatient cock bobbing. "I like to introduce you to Mr. Happy-to-See-You. It's mostly your doings this morning that have brought him here today." "What do you mean, my doing?"
"The sex maniacs in the sauna may have turned on the stove, but your nonstop discussion of it got my water boiling." Val stared hungrily at my meat. She made a little mew sound in her throat.
"Hey. My eyes are up here, lady."
She snorted and smiled up at me. "You really have a right to be proud at your physical improvement this year, Zach. It's been even longer than that since I've seen you in a swim suit, so the change is dramatic. You're a hunk."
"You're a poster child for sex."
"My boobs aren't too small?"
"No! Especially with dangerous nipples like those." I took a half-step forward and then caught myself. "We better get this circle jerk going or the no touching policy will be kicked out the window."
Val only nodded energetically. The strain in her voice came through clearly. "I'm beginning to wonder why that policy was ever suggested."
Across my studio, the door to my apartment made a soft click. Our heads snapped around. The knob turned. A voice called out. "Zach! It's me, Harry."
Privacy and modesty lay so close and yet a very long sprint away. Too far. The doorknob was turning. Val dove behind the only thing big enough to hide her nude body. Me.
Harry stepped in, turning to close the door behind him. "Yo, Zach? I still have your keys from when I helped move. I just decided to use 'em. I hope...SHIT!" Zach got over his shock at my nude body. He snorted a laugh and shook his head. "Damn, bro! Not again!" He stopped and craned his neck to see who might be hiding behind me. He looked straight at me with hopeful eyes. His hands went halfway up to taking off his parka and outerwear and stopped, waiting.
"I don't suppose there's room for your kid brother? It was so great last time." His plaintive voice sounded like a kid asking for a piece of birthday cake. "Oh, with your permission, ma'am."
I guess legends of telepathic bonds between siblings always center around twins. My idjit brother sure didn't get my mental commands to SHUT UP. I closed my eyes and waited for the thunder.
"What do you mean 'again'? 'Last time'?" Val stepped around me, a storm of curiousity and outrage.
Now I know what "losing your shit" really means. Harry's eyes bugged, his mouth gaped and he made idiotic choking sounds. He pointed. He took a step. Instead of balancing himself, his toe caught on one of my boots and he fell flat to the floor.
Protective instincts overrode Val's outrage as she skipped across to Harry's side. She rolled him on to his back.
"You're naked." The awe in Harry's voice made us both bust out laughing.
"Yes, WE are." Val took hold of one of Harry's hands with both of hers and helped haul him to his feet. Harry is smaller and leaner than me, but still bigger than Val. Her slender naked form beside Harry in his bulky winter gear looked a chihuahua trying to help a moose.
Harry waved a hand dismissively in my general direction, never taking his lustful gaze off Val. "Big deal. I've seen Zach naked."
Val's curiousity and whirled back up to speed. "Yeah, so I hear. What sort of shenanigans are you two getting up to?"
"A gentleman never blabs."
"Ha!" Val started towards me, the chihuahua now stalking a bear. Her eyes shone. "How does that apply to you?"
I backed warily away. Old reflexes died hard. Fear of parental reprisals for being too rough with my little sister had gave Val the upper hand in many childhood wrestling matches.
"If I wasn't a gentleman, I'd pick you up and stuff you into a cookie jar, peewee."
"You and who else, you big..." She came at me. I gave her enough of a bounce and push to send her sprawling into one of the big chairs. I didn't linger in triumph. I turned and scooted down the hallway to my bedroom. The grin on my face went to my ears.
"Don't stand there like a dummy, Harry. Help me!"
Val tackled me so we fell across my wonderful king-sized bed. Our nude bodies thrashed together, skin slipping across skin. She had the advantage of the moment, sitting astride my back. I could feel her hot and wet pussy spreading across my ass. Her nasty little fingers began to dig into my sides. Shrieking from the tickling, I bucked. She held on, her gymnast thighs clamping tight. "Talk! What sex games have you done?"
"None of your business!" I gasped and rolled, tipping her off. I whirled to face her as she came again. I caught her by the wrists and pushed back until her arms pressed into the navy blue sheets. Val writhed under me, tits thrashing. My club of a hardn swept back and forth across her stomach, even prodding close to her vaginal lips. Her legs spread and wrapped around me.
Val went still, her breath heaving and her eyes gleaming wickedly up into mine.
"You give? Stop being a nosey brat?"
She gave a little buck and grind at that accusation. Our groins throbbed in hard contact. My cock pressed into her lower belly to help keep her still. And not to knee me in the nuts.
"You're a big galoot. Bullies like you always get their comeuppance." She smiled like a hungry fox.
I chortled. "I don't see how..."
Arms swept in and around my chest. Wiry hair pressed into my back and against my bum as Harry hoisted me up and off. I struggled to escape. Just like the good old days of childhood. The two young snots against me. Except, of course, for the nudity. I could feel Harry's half-hard penis lodging into the crack of my buttocks. I had worked out diligently with gym equipment to improve myself, but Harry did manual, physical labour as a contractor every day. I strained to bust his grip. No obvious result. This might be troublesome.
Val lay in spread-eagled glory for a moment, then bounced around upright. She walked on her knees to within a cent of me, hot, sweaty skin radiating heat to each other. Her eyes never left mine as she traced her fingernails up my belly. I shivered as the tickle reflex spasmed. My cock jumped and poked her in the navel. Val ignored that contact.
"Gonna talk, Mr. Big Galoot Tough Guy?" Val purred up at me. Harry chuckled into my left ear.
"Nope."
Still locking eyes with me, Val brought up her right index finger and sucked it into her mouth. Her lips puckered around it as she stroked the finger in and out. She brought it out with a faint 'pop', then pressed it into my left nipple. She slid the wet finger tip around and around in tight circles. My tickle reflex and my sexual response had a quick meeting over who had jurisdiction on this. They decided on a 50-50 split. I made a goofy gurk noise, spasmed and thrust my hips. My erection prodded hard into Val's tummy. She didn't back away. She slid closer yet, pushing my hardn up to be wedged lightly between us. She bent her neck and used her tongue on my right nipple.
Tickle reflex bowed out and left the situation to sex. I rattled a groan deep my throat. Harry's breathing had become a bit deep and fast in my ear. His cock now sawed stiff and hard under my crotch. His pubic hair against my butt, the length of his shaft sliding along my 'taint' and the head bumping into my ball sac. Harry was on record as greatly enjoying the watching. Maybe he liked some bisexual stuff as well.
Val looked up at me again, mouth open, lips full and breathing hoarse. Her hooded eyes narrowed at me. "Gonna talk?". Her voice husky.
I swallowed and smiled. "A gentleman never blabs." Harry had sense to realize the rassling was done and let me loose. I pushed forward, once again forcing my sister back on to the big bed. "He just passes on what he's learned."
I ran my palms wide down her sweat-slicked torso, flexing my fingers slightly, kneading and pressing her flesh from shoulders to waist to hips back along the outer thighs to the knees. I brought them back up the front of her legs, gripping the big muscle in the front, sliding so my thumbs came just so close and no closer to her pussy, side by side up her heaving stomach to cup those perky breasts. I stopped and massaged them, feeling the fat, puffed out nipples being forced up into my palms by a moaning, panting sister. I kept flexing my fingers in tighter and tighter until I rolled and pinched those nipples. "OH FUCK!" Val shouted, her eyes wide and her breath erratic.
I swept my hands down and around, never breaking contact, to pick her up in a big brotherly bear hug. I lifted her up and latched a lashing mouth and tongue on those irresistible boobs, sucking the nipples in long and hard. Val clutched my head, kissing my forehead and shuddering with desire.
I moved my right arm down to below her tight ass to better support her. I hoisted her up, turned and went down backwards from the knees so I stretched flat out, my red-faced sister sitting on my stomach. I gripped her around the waist and urged her backwards with a suggestive lift. Val didn't need explanation. She rose, fumbled beneath her with one hand to find my quivering rock of a cock. Gripping it, she fine tuned her positioning. She let the tip of my plum head press and play with her wet folds.
Val came aware enough to grin and widen her eyes. She gave a helpless shrug. "Here we go, big brother."
She plunged down, engulfing me in one mad stroke. Her bald vulva snug against my pubic bone. Val snapped her head back and and quaked along her entire body. She braced her hands on my shoulders and vibrated.
"Oh, fuck. You're so much thicker than Kelvin. It feels so fucking good. So fucking good."
I only nodded in gurgling agreement. Her inner muscles had as much power as her toned legs and body. She had more than a wonderfully tight pussy, she gripped and contracted around my cock with liquid heat. Her legs of legend and song began to flex and lift. She brought herself up so just the head lay captured by her. Compared to my willowy, slender sister, my cock looked like it would split her in two.
And Val began to fuck me. I'm surprised the sheer taboo sexual energy didn't throw off lightning sparks around the room.
A deep-chested moan reminded me our brother was in the room. I had forgotten Harry. He knelt on his feet beside us on the bed, his lanky muscled body arced like a bow as he beat his meat and watched us with wide eyes. He didn't have any hint of "waiting his turn" or "biding his time." My brother really did have a major voyeur thing happening. His fist went in exact synch to Val's bouncing up and down on my cock. He licked his lips.
Harry's moan reminded Val of his existence as well. She extended her tongue from a wide mouth in lewd invitation. I had a better idea. I reached out and cupped my right hand around the back of Val's neck to pull her face towards me. She mistakenly thought I wanted to kiss. She didn't see me reach out with my left to beat Harry's hand off his cock and take a fresh grip with my own hand. The red hot rod pulsed in my sliding palm. I tugged insistently.
Harry hesitated, then scooched forward eagerly on his knees until his thighs bracketed my head and his testicles rested over my left eye and cheek. His cock now rested between Val's and my mouth.
Val kept fucking me, now in a glorious sliding, full body back and forth rather than an incredible cowgirl up and down. Harry's hips flexed and fucked in the dual bombardment of lashing tongues and lips. Val and I licked the pumping shaft and plump head, plunged our tongues under the foreskin and nibbled straining flesh. A sloppy, dripping, noisy mess of a blowjob.
Harry's nuts kept dragging across my eye, so I kept them both closed, letting my other senses carry the load. The taste and smell of Harry's freshly showered cock. The smell of Val's tangy flowing juices. The clashing harmony of grunts and whimpers and sharp gasps. The soft creaking of the solid bed. The sensuous feel of Val's hot smooth skin under my roving hands. Oh, good gawd, the building overload of an eager, blazing orgasm. Harry went first. He got off a "Here I...GAWDAMN SHIT!" His blast fired off somewhere to my right. The backstroke sent the second, lesser blast so it flopped across the right side of my face and started to dribble in my ear. Any further shots of creamy cum disappeared into Val's mouth as she desperately glommed onto her brother's cock and sucked.
When Harry fell back, stunned, Val sat back up. She braced herself on my chest and began to drive her cunt up and down my shaft like a woman gone insane. My hands flailed a moment for somewhere to be and then settled on her hips, adding my arm strength to her down stroke, driving her even harder on to my cock.
"CUM IN ME BROTHER! CUMMING!! FUCK FUCK!" She landed hard and had a bone-breaking seizure of an orgasm. Her words became a wail and her eyes bugged out and stared at nothing. Her nails dug into my chest with sweet agony.
The sight of my sister triggered a volcano deep into her molten cunt. I bucked my hips up but held her hips tight against me with my hands. I made a long grinding growl like I had been stabbed. Val collapsed on me. All my muscles went limp and I released her hips. She rose and fell with the force of my trying to bring in air. She nestled her cheek against me and her wheezing breath blew across my sweaty chest. Harry lumbered around and lay alongside in a group recovery hug, an arm thrown high over Val and one around my head. His body pressed stickily into both us. I raised a quivering arm to pat and grip his thigh.
Eventually, temperatures cooled, breathing stabilized and our brains came to see if all the dagblasted shouting had finished.
My cock went to soft sleepy time, slipping out of Val's cunt in a steady dribble of fluids. Good thing I had bought three separate sets of sheets for this king-size monster. Darn shrewd, if I do say so myself.
Val shifted her arms, remaining in her prone position atop me. She supported her chin with both her hands, her elbows near my trapezius muscles. She smiled sleepily at Harry, and then down at me, her face a smiling portrait of satisfaction.
"So, you give up? Are you going to spill your secrets, or do we have to keep giving you the third degree?"
Harry barked a short laugh. I put on a very thoughtful expression as I wiped the sticky trail of my brother's cum off the side of my face with two fingers.
I sneered defiance. "A gentleman never blabs."
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It was the evening of the dinner party, and Karen was doing her customary freakut with these types of events. It was her behavior when stressed, consisting of her moods bouncing between a short-tempered, nervous anxiety to one of giddy playfulness. Fortunately, the caterers arrived, which gave her something to do other than worry about the upcoming frivolities. My only worry was that she was already hitting the sauce pretty hard, and was well into her second glass of wine. Anymore, and I was going to rethink administering the elixir to her, or even call the whole thing off.
"How many does that make?" I asked, tapping her glass as a mild rebuke.
"Just my second," she said apologetically, and then added with minor irritation, "Don't bug me about it, I'm nervous...Okay!"
"All the same, slow down. You get anymore tipsy and even Jackie will start sounding coherent next to you...Okay!"
It wasn't long thereafter before the guests started to arrive. Mark Cope was the first. He was a bit surprised at being invited, particularly because his divorce from his ex-wife, Linda, wasn't very amicable and that she was still good friends with Karen. Karen assured him that he was still counted as friend, and that it wasn't fair he should be ostracized from our group, even though Linda hated his guts.
Mark and I were always cordial with each other, but never what one would call friends. He was slightly shorter than me, muscular, with dirty blonde hair that always seemed to need barbering. He was prone to wearing golf shirts, always combined with v-neck sweaters and khakis, and had a typical ex-jock persona, who was now selling cars since hanging up his cleats. Cope wasn't classically handsome, and it was obvious that any boyish good looks were not aging well. However, he had a roguish quality, particularly when he smiled, which he did freely and often. It was probably what Karen found most attractive about him, besides the rumors of his equipment, and as I studied him closer, I had to admit that he reminded me of a more or less harmless, lighter variety of Roger Kendall. That was probably another reason why Mark was on Karen's mind of late, and gave me a little insight into her thinking and emotions that I hadn't known before.
The Averys arrived next. They were about ten to fifteen years my senior. Both were tall and lean in build, and to use an old, yet apt cliché, they appeared to make a handsome couple. I say appeared, because as I would find out, their outward conformity in looks didn't match their internal animosity toward each other.
By most anyone's account, Jack was a brutally handsome man, and his good looks were matched only by his reputation with the ladies. His dalliances with female clients and the office secretarial pool were legendary in the company. Yet, unlike others so inclined, his peccadilloes never seemed to interfere with his business sense and rarely became a negative concern in his running a smooth operation. That is except one time, when it was rumored Denise walked in on him at the office after hours. It happened long before I became a project manager, and since that time I never heard of another incident with him at the office—although some the male business clientele still spoke of him with hushed reverence.
Standing in our foyer, Jack Avery was impeccably dressed as usual, wearing a well-tailored, dark suit that contrasted well with his whitened, full head of hair. I thought he wore too much gold, however. Many gold rings, a gold watch, and as I would find out, a heavy gold chain. All of which, when coupled with a deep tan he always possessed, made him appear as a lothario rather than a top-drawer executive. His one, overriding character was a loud and boisterous laugh, which could be heard and easily distinguished above even the noisiest settings. Some at the company remarked that if ever you were separated from the group at a crowded convention, just wait a few moments and you'll hear Jack's characteristic chortle. It worked better than a foghorn in a heavy mist.
In all of this, Denise was his exact opposite. Whereas Jack looked and acted vibrate and young for his age, the few times I'd seen Denise, she seemed to be carrying a heavy burden about her. Evidence of which was mostly expressed as the small, telltale lines that radiated out the corners of her eyes and mouth, and care lines that wrinkled her forehead. That's not to say she was dour in spirit or prone to melancholy. Quite the contrary, she was always quick to smile and had a bright, infectious laugh.
To sum up her personality in line: she had a regal beauty, but a peasant's love for life and people. What I found most enduring about her was that every time she smiled, two, deep creases formed, one on either cheek. These were not care lines, but natural creases that she probably had since birth, and when she smiled, it was as if they formed parentheses that accentuated her lovely mouth. Coupled with her narrowing eyes when she laughed, these features gave her face an impish quality that I found alluring. It was difficult for me not to become sexually excited whenever she smiled. However, I could tell she was self-conscious of her deep creases, for every time she caught herself in too gay a mood, she would quickly move a hand up to cover her mouth. All of that aside, even with her regal beauty and impish, infectious smile, I always got the impression she was some walking 'Portrait of Dorian Gray,' where each of Jack's infidelities was expressed as a new wrinkle or care line on her lovely face.
Karen got the two a drink and took them for a quick tour of the house.
Fashionably late as usual, Jackie was the last to arrive, and beautiful as ever. She was wearing a long black skirt that extended almost to the floor, complimented with a white, sleeveless blouse that did little to hide her ample cleavage. With her, she had brought one of the two women that I briefly met at her office.
"William, you remember Cecilia, don't you?" Jackie said as she kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Hello, Mister Henry," Cecilia said nervously as she extended a hand.
"Of course I do, welcome," I said taking her hand in both of mine, "And please call me Will."
I didn't recognize her at first, and then realized that she had changed her hair since I saw her last. At the DMV, she sported a short afro, but now her hair was long and straight. She was also stunning in a long, pale yellow, sleeveless dress, the color contrasting wonderfully with her deep ebony skin. Her most striking feature, however, were her light brown eyes, which sometimes radiated a deep amber color and other times a pale gold depending on how the light reflected off them.
I was about to offer them a drink and find Karen, when Karen came up beside me. I thought she was going to have an apoplexy, "Jackie, the party was for six! Can't you count?"
Seeing the look on Karen's face, Cecilia took a quick step behind Jackie, saying in almost a whisper, "Jackie, I don't think this was such a good idea."
I started to laugh, "Nonsense, you're here and that's all that matters. We're both very happy to have you, and we have plenty of food and drink...Right dear?" Karen grumbled an acknowledgement before I continued, "And this lovely person is my wife, Karen, and although you wouldn't guess, she is really quite sweet and accommodating...Right dear?"
Karen softened when she realized her anger at Jackie was inadvertently making Cecilia uncomfortable, "Of course, please forgive me. I get nervous sometimes planning these parties." Then turning to me, she said while giving me an exasperated eye, "The more the merrier it would seem." Well, she hadn't softened too much.
Seeing that I should separate Karen from Jackie before blows were landed, I said, "Karen, why don't you take Cecilia and get her a glass of wine. Then she can help you set another place at the table."
When Karen and Cecilia left us for the kitchen, I looked at Jackie with my own exasperated expression.
Jackie started to defend herself with typical Jackie-babble, "I didn't think you'd mind. I know you put a limit on the number of guys, but I didn't think that included the ladies," she paused to give me an exaggerate wink. "Anyway, when I told those two nymphs at work I was coming here tonight, both of them were begging to tag along. I mean, I didn't even say we were 'doing' anything tonight, so don't worry about that...Well, maybe a little since I hinted about something to Cecilia on the way over. You know, nothing too obvious, just, 'Robo-cock this' and 'Robo-cock that' and maybe something about Karen and a strap...Anyway...You know, just to get the juices flowing," she winked again. "But really, all I said to them for sure was that I was invited to a small party of yours...Really, that was it...Anyway, before I knew it they had just about signed their pensions over to me as a..."
"You mean she paid you?" I asked, finally getting a word in edgewise.
She looked at me with slight indignation, "No! I'm just saying that I could almost make a small fortune doing this if I had a mind."
"Well, it sounds like if you lose your job with the DMV you can always try your hand as a pimp."
"Look who's talking Mister, 'hey Jackie, come over for a small party, wink, wink, nothin's gonna happen but bring some lube just in case, nudge, nudge.'
Laughing, I said with mock incredulity, "I find that insulting, I would never tell you to bring your own lubricant. Just out of curiosity, is this the married one or the single one?"
"She's single!" she said with renewed indignation, "What do you take me for?" I was about to say, but she snapped, "Oh, shut up."
The caterers informed me it would be a while before dinner was ready, which gave me a little time to make my pitch to Jack for Kendall's position on a more or less onenne basis. Once I formally introduced everyone, we seemed to break out into two natural groups, me with the Averys, while Karen spent most of her time in a corner rubbing up against Cope, and clinging to him like cat hair to a dark suit. Jackie tended to float between us. For the most part, Cecilia tagged along with Jackie probably out of fear of being left alone with Karen.
On one such grouping, the Averys and I were making small talk with Jackie and Cecilia, when Cecilia commented on the color of Denise's lipstick and fragrance of perfume. Denise offered to let Cecilia try some, and off the two went to the bathroom. Jackie also took the opportunity to leave Jack and me alone, saying, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk shop. Besides I better get over to your wife before she drools too much on Mr. Cope." With that, she kissed me hard on the lips while giving my ass a little pat and a long squeeze. Then she set off toward Karen. Jack noted the overt, affectionate display, and said as he watched Jackie strike up a conversation with Karen and Mark, "Excuse me Will, but didn't you say she was your cousin?"
I guessed what he was thinking, and played ignorant, "Jackie? She's really Karen's step-cousin, but we just think of her as blood relations. She's a very fun-loving person."
I could see the wheels turning in his head, and thought maybe I should hint to him that Karen and I were developing an open marriage, beginning to explore other 'facets' of what that entails. In effect, get him primed for what was to follow. However, I decided discretion with the elixir was the better part of employment, and left the matter alone. Instead, I shifted gears.
He was still eying Jackie talking with the others, when I asked, "Most of us in the company are wondering what you're going to do now that Kendall has resigned."
He smiled affably, "Ah, doing a little politicking for the job, eh Will?"
I shrugged my shoulders, intimating humility. He continued to smile, "Oh, I don't mind. I like to see that type of aggression in my executives." Then his mood became more serious, "And to be honest, you would have been a natural to take Kendall's place, but I have to be candid with you. The last two or three personnel reports turned in by Kendall didn't paint you in a good light. In fact, they were down-right discouraging."
I knew it. I knew that asshole was fucking me over behind my back. All the while he was banging Karen he was slowly sticking the knife into my career.
"Well, Roger and I rarely saw eye-to-eye on things, and quite frankly I didn't like the direction he was taking the accounts. Now I clearly understand why. It's obvious that Kendall was unstable in all facets of his life—business as well as personal. Moreover, it would seem much of his instability was being pushed my way with his evaluations of my work. Now, let me be candid with you, Jack, and in all sincerity, Kendall is insane. Flat out bonkers. I would really look at any of his recommendations with a dump truck load of salt, and based on what you're telling me now, my only regret was not saying something sooner. I held back out of some naive aspect of loyalty, to what turned out to be an unstable and volatile supervisor."
Jack didn't say anything, but nodded his head in agreement. I made my final pitch, "Before you make a decision, just do a review of all my past and present accounts. I think you'll see that the ones I had before Kendall took me off them were doing much better than they are now, and most of the real dogs Kendall saddled me with are improved. If you do that, I know you'll see that all of Kendall's decisions concerning me, and the company, were politically motivated and not good business."
A large smile crossed Avery's face, "That's an excellent idea Will, which is why I've already reviewed the accounts." He saw my look of surprise and started laughing, "What, you think just because the Board makes you the boss that they remove your brain first? Once I saw what was happening I started taking a closer interest in Kendall's division. And you're right he was really screwing you over, and in the process screwing the company." He took a step toward me and took my hand, saying, "If I didn't think you could run the division I would've accepted your invitation for tonight. I was going to tell you on Monday and make it official, but now is as good a time as any—congratulations. We'll still need approval from the Board, but really that's just a formality."
I was speechless. It was about this time Karen made her way over to us, and said, "The caterers tell me everything is ready. We can eat anytime you like."
Throughout the meal, I kept thinking about the irony of the situation. All the planning I had done to get the opportunity for this one evening with the boss, alone and outside the office environment.
All that planning, and in the end it was unnecessary. So much so, that I was going to forgo administering the elixir. What was the point in using it now? I had the job. Visions of another Karen and Jackie catfight and how that could affect Avery's decision ran through my mind—or worse, visions of a Jackie, or Karen, or Cecilia, with Denise catfight, or any combination of that nightmare was making me break out in a cold sweat. No, best to let the evening die uneventful, once dinner was finished.
However, I had another thought, or really an emotion. It was coming from that dark place within me, where all feelings that lead to hubris have their beginnings. It was an uncharacteristic feeling of ruthlessness that amounted to just two words, 'Why not?' I felt it once before, at Kendall's health club right before I initiated his downward spiral. Why not? Really, who would care, and if they did, what could they do to me? Nothing. If a catfight did break out, or any number of disagreements, I'd just tell the offending party to stop it. Then I'd tell them to take a cock up the ass in punishment, and they would, gleefully. I felt if anything happened, I could control it, because the hypnotic effects of the elixir would give me the power. Why not, indeed! At last, I smiled to myself, reassured that I was in command of my world.
Karen and I were seated at either end of our long dining room table. The Averys sat to my left with Jack closest to me, while the other three guests occupied the opposite side of the table across from the Averys. Cecilia was to my immediate right, while Mark sat closest to Karen. Once the initial serving was completed, the caterers had left, saying they would be back the next day to clean up and take back the platters and warming pans. In the kitchen, they left two pump dispensers filled with coffee and a large, New York-style cheesecake for dessert in the refrigerator.
As dinner wound down, Jack pushed back his plate, and asked, "Would anyone mind if I smoked a cigar? I always like to enjoy a good smoke after a wonderful meal."
"Oh Jack," Denise said with disfavor, "Not in their house."
"Don't worry Denise," said Karen, "Will's been know to smoke one now and then."
Jack offered one for me, but I declined. He held the temptation out, saying, "It's a Montecristo...Hard to resist."
Suddenly, Jackie piped in, "If Will doesn't smoke it, I will."
"A girl after my own heart," Jack opined, as he clipped the end for her.
Jackie seductively leaned over the table, giving Jack a good view of her cleavage as he held the lighter for her.
"Will, isn't there something incredibly erotic about a woman who enjoys a good smoke," Jack said with a smile and a wink at Jackie.
Jackie sat back in her chair and casually puffed on her cigar, sending wispy, grayish-blue clouds of smoke toward the ceiling.
"Absolutely," I said in agreement, "All we have to do now is put a glass of scotch in her hand and we could sell the image as a male enhancement. We could put Viagra out of business."
I saw Denise and Karen look at each other and roll their eyes in bemusement. Denise said to Jack, "If I'd know that's all it took for your attention, I would have stopped the endless miles of jogging, yoga, and calisthenics and just bought a pack of Tiparillos."
I took that as my cue to prepare the laced coffee for dessert, "Is everyone in the mood for coffee and cheesecake?"
All said they would, except for Mark, who would stick to the wine, and making my job easier in denying him the elixir.
"Karen, want to help me with the dessert while I get everyone coffee?"
With Karen preoccupied with cutting the cheesecake and serving the pieces to the guests, I found it easy to doctor the coffee cups by putting an elixir soaked flimsy into each. They dissolved instantly when I introduced the coffee.
The small talk continued between the guests as I watched for the beginning effects of the elixir. So far, none of the more onerous side effects that I had witnessed the last time had manifested themselves, except for the slight tingle at the base of my skull followed by over-exuberance in the volume and nature of the dinner talk. I was still a bit worried that the pent-up sexual frustration, leading to verbal aggression might cause problems. Particularly given there was another male added to the sexual equation.
It was about ten minutes since ingesting the drug when I noticed Jackie, almost absentmindedly, spinning her butter knife on the table. Each time she allowed the cutlery to come almost to a full stop before repeating the action, and each time she set the knife spinning, a small smile would cross her lips as if it were a private joke. Soon, the small talk died away as each of the guests turned their amused attention toward her.
Finally, Karen voiced what was on everyone's mind, "Jackie, what are you doing?"
Jackie disregarded Karen's question, and seeing that this time the knife ended up pointing directly at Denise, asked, "Okay Denise, truth or dare?"
I believe everyone knew of, or even participated in that old parlor game from our youths, including Denise, but she assumed a tone of faint surprise and naiveté, "Truth or what?"
"Dare," Jackie said quickly, and with a tone of boisterous mirth, "Come on Denise, don't tell me you've never heard of the game."
"Well...yes," Denise stammered.
"Then what will it be, truth or dare?" Jackie pressed, not allowing Denise time to think or make excuses.
Denise looked around the table wide-eyed, hoping that one of us would step in and rescue her from the situation. However, seeing that no help was forthcoming, she resigned herself to accepting her fate, and said with regal air, "Truth, then."
Jackie smiled back at her, and hesitated for a moment while she puffed on her cigar. Finally, she sat back in her chair, and asked, "Tell us about the first time you did it with someone."
Denise told her story, hesitantly at first, as if it were some dark, embarrassing secret no one else in the world could understand. It was a story of a warm summer night in the back seat of her boyfriend's father's Oldsmobile, parked along a dark country road. It was a sweet and innocent story of a young girl who was curious about carnal pursuits, but fearful of their potential, mocking repercussions if her friends and peers ever found out. After a while, as Denise become comfortable with her surroundings, she became more confident in her storytelling, and concluded her ribald tale by explaining in elaborate detail how her boyfriend suffered both premature and painful 'coitus interruptus' when a wandering patrol car ventured onto the scene. She said this with such humor and warmth that her vivid explanation had us all in stitches.
Just like that, any anxiety or sexual frustration that was developing within and between us due to the initial effects of the elixir dissipated harmlessly into our laughter. I breathed easier from then on, and looked at Jackie, the instigator of the game, with newfound admiration.
Round and round the table the game continued. Each took their turn as grand inquisitor, asking in their turn the most lascivious of question. The bodacious nature of each question was escalated by each new inquisitor, and all questions were answered, some hesitantly, some unabashedly, but all with equal flavor in rank.
Without prodding from me, questions for truth quickly gave way to challenges to perform a dare. It was as if everyone knew the ultimate destination to where the game was headed, and wanted to hasten its progress. So far, however, none of the inquisitors dared the actual touching between the participants, but instead demanded from them some ribald act to be performed solo for the amusement of the others. A teasing show of cleavage or a display of the bulge in the trousers was about the extent of our initial play.
We must have made quite a sight. Seven full-grown adults, some well on the downhill side of life, laughing and hooting to mock displays of sex, as if we were drunken teenagers at a late-night party testing the sexual waters for the first time. None of us cared how juvenile all of this might seem to the uninitiated. We were having the time of our lives, and regretting none of it. So it was with the elixir.
Mark was probably the only one who was not fully in the spirit of things. Not so much, I think, because he wasn't imbued with the elixir, but rather because the knife never fell in his direction. It must have been grating on him, given that he had the equipment to give an auspicious display of his bulge, but was being denied the opportunity by fate. It was being done as if by my order, and I got a certain amount of pleasure watching him chomp at the bit.
It was Cecilia's turn as grand inquisitor. She had just finished giving a rousing, mock display, in both physical and vocal exuberance, on how she pleasured herself. I dare say it left most of us breathless, hard, and most likely wet. Smiling to herself at her fine bit of acting, she spun the knife. A tension fell over the room as all silently watched the utensil slowly spin along its invisible axis. Cecilia augmented the tension, as she added playful commentary, "Who will be next, I wonder. I already have a juicy tease for the lucky person. I hope it's you, Jackie."
Everyone held their breath as the knife slowly ebbed to a halt, pointing in my direction.
I smiled at Cecilia, saying, "I hope you're not disappointed that it wasn't Jackie."
See smile back, "Not at all, it works just the same. Truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course."
"Tell me Will, is Karen a good kisser?"
"The best," I said, and then added almost nonchalantly, "But there are even better things she can do with her lips."
This elicited a number of laughs, whistles, and catcalls from around the table. Karen added her own bit of panache to the overall mirth by seductively licking her lips and saying, "And on more sensitive parts of a man's anatomy."
"Ooh, that may be," continued Cecilia, "But I think I'm a pretty good kisser too, on the lips and on other things." There were more catcalls from the group. Cecilia waited for the hoots to die down before continuing, "And I know Jackie can really make a guy's...um...anatomy stand up straight and sing...over and over again, right Will?"
She shot me a knowing smile and wink as a reference to Jackie's previous exploits with Karen, Gloria and me.
Cecilia concluded her challenge, "So let's put this to the test. For your dare you have to find out which one of us ladies is the better kisser."
I started with Cecilia, but kissed them all in the same way. I would stand above them and to the side of their chair, and while bending over to meet their lips I would wrap an arm about them, positioning it just below their breasts so that they naturally rested in the crook of my elbow. During the act of the kiss, I would subtly apply a gentle pressure to them with my arm, and in so doing feel their hardened nipples pressing against me.
Each returned my kiss in similar fashion. A brief moistening of their lips before leaving them slightly parted. Then, as our lips touched, one final intake of air and a closing of their eyes before pushing a tongue forward to greet mine. Except for the subtle pressure of my arm against their breasts, I remained fairly passive throughout the embrace, allowing the women alone to apply as much force and exuberance to the kiss as they felt necessary. And while all of them were of like manner, that is, eager to show me just how exuberant they could be, there were wonderfully erotic differences in each of their techniques.
Cecilia started coyly, and at first, her body felt rigid against my arm. It was as if she were still unsure of her surroundings and fearful of exposing too much of herself in front of strangers. Her posture belied the vampish persona she exhibited moments before. However, after a few moments I felt her body going soft. Her hands that still tightly held my arm, which she used for leverage to press her mouth firmly against mine. As with our initial embrace, her tongue was equally bashful, touching mine briefly only to scamper backward forcing me to the chase, but once I caught up to it she pushed back against me with renewed force and playfulness. When she finally released me, her eyes were looking at me, large and innocent, and oh, so captivating. Their soft brown color seemed to turn almost golden in hue, appearing as if they glowed in contrast to the rich, warm mahogany of her skin. Then they narrowed and wrinkled at the corners, mimicking the impish smile that escaped from her lips.
Jackie showed no hint of reservation, and fully displayed her natural sexuality from the start—mostly by putting on a seductive smile while toying with the top buttons on her blouse and exposing more of her ample cleavage as I approached. What I was beginning to appreciate about her was that although she was probably the most sexually experienced of the group, save for Jack Avery, she never appeared jaded, and treated every encounter with men as if each were her first and favorite. Taking my head within her hands, she pulled me hard against her lips. Her hands wander about my head, first by gently brushing her palms against my cheeks, then running her fingers up through my hair, only to end up wrapping my head fully into her arms. All the while she pushed her tongue fully into and around in my mouth. I could discern the faint trace of tobacco mingled with wine as she danced within me. Toward the end of our embrace she slowed, becoming almost loving, as she softly clamped her lips down to suck gently on my tongue.
The length and intensity of our kiss caused a number of the other guests to whistle and hoot in playful approval. We ignored the catcalls for the moment and allowed a knowing smile to pass between us.
As I made my way over to Karen, I heard Mark exclaim, "Oh, come on Will, by now you shouldn't need to experience your own wife. Move on to Denise."
"Hush up, Mark," Karen said, as she gave him a playful slap on the arm, "I want to be included in
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this too."
"Funny," I said as I bent down to kiss her, "The thought never crossed my mind to leave you out of the mix."
"I know."
We've done it countless times before, under many different situations and circumstances. I won't say it felt like the first time or the even the thousandth, because it didn't. It felt as it always has—a gesture of romance with the woman with whom I had fallen in love. That feeling never left me, and probably never would. It was the reason why I stayed with her even after finding out about the betrayal. I doubt there were many people in the world that I could or would forgive for that, because there were few people in the world who could still take my breath away, as she did mine.
During our kiss, Karen decided to take some spousal privileges by reaching a hand up and overtly feeling the bulge in my pants. The gesture sent the rest of the table into another boisterous round of hoots, whistles and catcalls, which, in turn, sent Karen and me into fits of laughter.
When she released me, I said jokingly, and in accord with the spirit of the mood that was just created by her fondling, "Care to finish what you started?"
To my surprise, Karen didn't think I was kidding. There was an awkward moment of hesitation, as a sensual, mischievous gleam sparked from her eye. I believe she would have pulled out my cock without further encouragement except for a comment utter at that moment by one of the other ladies, "And if she doesn't, I will."
The comment was so contrary to the façade she had presented to everyone that there was a moment of stunned silence. Denise was sitting back in her chair, an arm casually draped over its back as she laughed playfully to herself with tongue in cheek. It was only until we heard her bright laughter that the rest of the gathering laughed as well. Jack looked at her with surprise, and although he started to laugh with the others, it was obvious he was a little annoyed by her comment.
Taking no notice of her husband, Denise said, "I seem to be the only one left. I guess you're saving the best for last."
Keeping an eye on Jack, I said with mock sheepishness and a wink, "That, but I'm a little concerned about my employment."
Jack gave a small wave of his hand while saying, "Oh, don't worry about that. Hell, maybe you can get more out of her than I could."
It was a not too subtle rebuke at Denise for her comment from moments before.
Not missing a beat, however, Denise responded in like fashion, "Quite possibly he can, because by the looks of things he has more to offer."
Jack threw up his hands in mock surrender, "Ouch, bested again."
I could tell by their banter that the sexual frustration common in the initial stages of those imbued by the elixir still existed between the Averys, even though it was dampened in the rest of us by Jackie's game. It was also obvious that theirs was a marriage of convenience, and I suspect that whatever tenuous threads existed in holding it together may be broken tonight.
Denise surprised me further during our kiss. She started awkwardly, tipping her head down then back as if out of practice. She gave a short, nervous laugh at her own clumsiness, before settling down to one position with eyes closed and lips slightly parted. When our lips touched, I felt a soft breeze against my cheek as she exhaled slowly through her nostrils. At first, she only used her lips, shifting them across mine as if trying to moisten both. She was always soft and slow in her movements. I like to think it was because she wanted to savor the experience, given that they were probably infrequent in her marriage. I felt her tongue gently brush against my lips, almost in a searching manner. Touching me about the mouth but never entering inside. I held back for a moment, teasing her with my mouth while applying gentle pressure to her breasts with my arm. As with the other women, her nipples felt hard against me.
When our tongues finally touched, she responded by opening her mouth wide and pressing herself hard against me, as if trying to pull me fully inside her. She shifted her hand up to caress my hair as Jackie had done, but in so doing, moved her arm in such a way as to place my hand fully over her breast. The action was purposeful, and by the silence of the room, went unnoticed. Pulling her arm close to her body, she forced my hand to cup her breast even more firmly. To finalize the sensual deception, she stroked at my hair causing my pinned hand to massage her breast, involuntarily. It was expertly and artfully done.
I was wrong about her. She had done this many times before and probably with many men. It was her true seduction. I wondered how far she went those other times. Did it end with just a kiss, or did she take the men further along her path? How many brief, spontaneous encounters had she initiated with that kiss? I also wondered if Jack knew his wife wasn't the jaded celibate she made herself out to be, or was their marriage truly one of contrived convenience?
When she finally released me, she said as if to no one in particular, and I suspect to give herself cover, "I haven't been kissed like that by a strange man since I met Jack," then leaning forward, she said to Karen in matriarchal fashion, "Well done, my dear."
Karen just smiled and nodded her head. Something had just passed between the two, but I couldn't guess what. I like to think Denise's cryptic comment was an acknowledgement of the fine catch Karen made marrying me compared to her own apparent failure. It was the egotist in me. For all I know, Denise just complemented Karen on the wonderful job she did training me.
Well, I wasn't going to explore that now. One thing I learned through Cecilia's dare, other than it was an intoxicating experience, was that all of the women were fully aroused, and none more so than Karen. All I had to do was ring the bell, and everyone would be off to the races.
As I sat back in my chair, I was about to spin the knife when I noticed everyone, particularly the women, looking at me anxiously.
I stared back at them, "What?"
"You were supposed to find out who was the best kisser," answered Karen.
"And I did," I said, leaving the matter alone.
There was a long silence as the women continued to stare at me incredulously. Jack was the only one who guessed my intent, and started laughing with characteristic guffaws.
After a few more moments of Jack's laughter, I finally said, "You really don't expect me to answer that, do you? That would be like asking me, 'Does this dress make me look fat?' or, 'Do you think that girl's prettier than me?' These are questions men have learned to avoid like the plague, because no matter how we answer them we still end up getting kicked in the groin."
The response from each of the two groups was predicable. Jack and Mark each nodded their head vigorously in agreement. Mark added a, 'Damn straight,' a number of times to underscore my truism. The women, on the other hand, erupted in unison, "Oh, you are so full of shit!" Of course, each used their own particular vernacular, but their meanings were all the same.
Upon seeing and hearing the women's visceral and unanimous reaction, Mark, Jack, and myself slid into continual laughter. It must have been a sight, each of the men laughing it up while trading high-fives, as the women vainly argued a counterpoint that largely fell on deaf ears. Finally, even Jackie and Karen laughed to themselves, if not out of seeing the truth behind it all, at least seeing the humor of the situation.
The game was all but over. Spinning the knife one last time was a perfunctory act. I could just as easily snapped my fingers at any of the women and the orgy would begin. Those around the table who may not yet be fully in the throes of the elixir, like Mark and maybe Cecilia, would have quickly been corrupted by those who were. That, however, would have been a grossly decadent and unwise show of power—one that I must avoid.
Everyone watched as the knife slowed to a stop, except for me. It was strange, but I already knew whom it would point to even before it happened.
I stared at Karen from across the table. I watched her eyes followed the spinning knife intently, and when there could be no doubt who it pointed at, she smiled to herself before looking over at me. We stared at each other silently, as the others around the table laughed, and reiterated the outcome, hooting, "It's Karen's turn."
I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Dare," she said it with slow deliberation. Her eyes smoldered. Their deep blue color radiated almost violet. She wasn't making a choice but issuing a challenge, 'I dare you to do your worst!' She wanted the game to end as much as me, and I knew just how it should end.
"Mark," I said casually, "There's a rumor within our circle of friends that you are quite the man."
Mark was briefly taken aback as I shifted my attention toward him, "What do you mean?"
"Well, it's been said by some that you are a man blessed with more than your fair share of...Oh, how shall I say it...Male accoutrements."
There was renewed whistling and hoots from the ladies.
"If you mean I got a big dick, then yeah, more than my share. I'd say more than three guys' share."
He said it with such pride I felt I had to play with him for a moment, "Well that's a bold statement. I mean, one woman's mountain could be another's molehill. You know what I mean? Things like this can be quite relative and subjective."
"What, you don't believe me?" he said, putting his hands to his zipper while trying to stand.
I laughed, "Whoa, just sit down and keep the stallion in the corral, this isn't your dare." Turning toward Karen, I asked, "Do we believe him?"
The same smoldering look was stamped on her face. She already knew what her dare would be. A shameless smile creased her lips as she slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Well then, your dare is to prove the rumor."
I think Karen was under the table before I finished my statement. Within moments, a look of surprise came over Mark as Karen began pawing at his trousers. The unzipping of his pants was clearly heard by all, followed by the faint rustling of clothes. Finally, we heard Karen's muffled and raspy voice, "It's true," then a brief pause, "Oh yes, so very true." Another longer pause ensued, at the end of which we could hear the faint sounds of moist kissing and gentle sucking. Everyone who was staring at Mark saw his eyelids slowly shut in obvious pleasure.
Cecilia was the first to break the silence, "Oh my god, is she..."
"That's my cousin," Jackie intoned, shaking her head in fake astonishment, "And to think, some people have the balls to call me a slut."
I heard Jack laugh abruptly before blurting out to no one in particular, "Holy shit, whenever Kendall had one of these things all we ever did was sit around and listen to him yammer on about that goddamn country club."
I looked over at our guests of honor. Jack was still staring in Mark's direction, mouth agape, but Denise was staring at me, emotionless save for a bright gleam in her eye. I held her gaze for a moment then smiled, and she smiled back before lowering her eyes.
I turned toward Jackie, and said with a wink, "Why don't you and Cecilia take Jack on a tour of the house."
She winked back, saying, "Come on Cecilia and give me a hand. Jack, how 'bout we go up to my place and have a look at my etchings."
"Etchings?" asked Cecilia, confused, "I thought we were taking a tour."
Jackie rolled her eyes, "It's just a figure of speech, dear."
"And if Jack doesn't mind," I said before the three left the room, "I'm going to have a talk with Denise."
On his way out, he gave my shoulder a little squeeze. It was probably a tactile gesture of permission, but it felt more like a cautionary warning. Along the lines of, 'Good luck with her. You're going to need it.'
As I sat next to her, she said, "I didn't think you noticed."
"Your kiss was an inspiration."
She seemed to blush at my compliment, "Sometimes I get it right. It usually doesn't end in an orgy, though," She laughed briefly as if embarrassed, "That's what this is, isn't it, an orgy?"
I didn't answer her right away. Instead, I began to unbutton her blouse. She tilted her head down to watch my hand, her breathing becoming labored.
It was a sweet, romantic moment, or so I thought, a slightly younger man showing infatuation with, and seducing an older woman. Quit possibly, however, she thought it the other way around. I hoped so. Comically, the romance was somewhat stilted by the sound of Karen, who occasionally hit her head on the underside of the table.
I asked as I undid the last button, "How do your seductions usually end?"
"I think I've given you the wrong impression. At my age, I'm content to be the tease. Oh, I've had my dalliances, but those days are passed me. Now I'm like the old fisherman, content to cast a line but never expecting to hook a fish."
"Is that all it was with me, a teasing moment then?"
I easily undid her bra, which was clasped in the front, and let her breasts fall into my waiting hand. They were on the smallish size, but felt firm and full. She continued to look down at herself as I gently rolled a hardened nipple in my fingers. I could tell by her reaction that that simple act was sending intense waves of pleasure through her.
She shook her head in answer to my last question, and said emphatically, "No. Dear, I keep giving you the wrong impression. I'm just a little self-conscious. I'm not sure why you have such an interest in me when there are younger women around?"
I smiled at her, and wished Karen had a bit more of Denise's attitude when Kendall was sniffing around her. I said with all sincerity, "Because I find you beautiful, intelligent, and you have a wonderfully warm sense of humor. Traits that I always find irresistible."
Just then, Karen's head hit the table with a large thump, causing some of the dishes to clink. Denise and I looked at each other with surprise, and started laughing.
"As you can tell, we don't do this very often," I said, putting her more at ease.
It seemed to do the trick as she pulled me close to her and kissed me hard like she did before. Without breaking her hold on me, she deftly lifted her bottom off the chair and removed her panties. I slipped a hand between her legs, but she hesitated for a moment as she closed her legs slightly. I sensed her self-consciousness returning. When I touched her labia, I knew instantly why she hesitated. She started to make a joke of it, "That's another disappointing prospect of advanced years, the juices don't flow as readily as they used too."
I sucked at a hardened nipple, and said between small nibbles, "That's easily remedied," before lowering myself between her legs.
Once she got over her inhibitions relative to her age, she responded to me with complete abandonment. As I gently moved my tongue around her vulva, paying particular attention to her labia, she put one foot and then the other against the edge of the table. Spreading her legs ever wider for me, she leaned her chair back while arching herself forward.
I teased her, taking my time with tongue and finger, alternating between the two. It was excruciating for her as I moistened her clitoris and upper labia, then slowly slid a finger along her folds before gently massaging her button. Soon, I had her legs quivering and her breathing coming at quickened intervals.
All the while, I could sense Karen next to me, our backs nearly touching as she worked her magic on Mark. I had to admit I found the whole situation with the two of us simultaneously performing oral pleasures on our new partners extremely erotic.
I moved back up Denise's body, stopping to kiss and lick the other sensitive parts of her before finding myself again at her lips. Denise reengaged the kiss, even more passionate this time. Our mouths clamped tight to each other as she sucked greedily on my tongue. I continued to massage her vulva with my fingers. I found it easier this time to slip two fingers into her pussy while gently rubbing her clitoris with a thumb.
Karen must have gotten Mark into a state of readiness that she liked, for I heard her move out from beneath the table while exclaiming, "Stick it in me!"
Hearing Karen bark her desires gave Denise greater impetus to explore our situation further, and I felt her fumbling with the zipper of my trousers. At first, she had difficulty finding the clasp, and then encountered more problems pulling the device. It took her a while to find the treasure she sought, and I purposely made things difficult for her. I was in no hurry, wishing to draw out the moment. I kept my tongue inside her mouth so she couldn't see, and continually massaged her clit and labia, sending her leg into further spasm and her mind wandering off its appointed goal. Several small laughs were the only verbal indicators of her frustration as she fumbled with the zipper. Finally, when I gave her a moment's breath, she said, "You're not going to help me, are you?"
I just shook my head slyly.
"And I thought I was the tease," she said with another frustrated laugh, before clamping her mouth on mine again.
The whole experience was worth the wait. Once I was undone, she continued to fish through the folds and tight passageways of my garments, just as Gloria had done that first night, until finally grasping what she had sought. My cock pressed downward, hard against my leg. Liberating it from its tight confines took more effort on her part, and more frustrated laughter.
I was as hard as I had ever known myself. Instinctively, I think she knew that because when she finally freed my cock she let out low moan of delight. Yet, it wasn't a moan suggesting satisfaction with my length or girth. Rather, it was with the satisfaction that I truly desired her. Feeling how aroused I was in her hand must have removed any qualms she had left about our age differences, or her desirability.
Now, she was going to take her time by teasing me with her hands. Holding my testicles firmly but gently in one hand, she softly massaged and kneaded them, while gliding the other back and forth along my shaft. A long, soft pull with finger and palm here, a gentle scrape of her fingertips there, she worked her hands exploring its whole length in detail. It wasn't long before she had my legs twitching in uncontrolled delight.
Through all of this delicious stumbling and bumbling, I had quite forgotten about Karen and Mark, until Karen came up beside me and kissed my neck. Mark had already left the room for greener pastures, I suspect.
"That was quick," I said as I played with her ass.
Karen put on a brave face, but her voice failed to hide her disappointment, "I think I over did the foreplay. I'll get him on the rebound."
I got a certain degree of satisfaction hearing about her less than stellar first encounter with 'Mr. Big Guy,' and congratulated myself on my genius with the elixir.
Karen rebounded nicely, however, and said as she looked down at our situation, "I can see you're in good hands, though. How's it going, Denise?"
She didn't look up at Karen. I could see she was blushing, "I feel kind of strange diddling another woman's husband while she looks on."
"Is that all you're feeling?" Karen asked with a smirk.
For the first time, Denise stared up at Karen with a look of pure animal excitement and just shook her head slowly.
Karen disappeared under the table. It wasn't hard to figure out what was next on her plate. Denise blushed. I could tell she was becoming uncomfortable about Karen's advances. After a few moments filled with nervous giggling, Denise finally said to Karen, "I'm so sorry, dear. I'm...I'm just not ready for 'that.' Please, don't be mad at me."
Karen stood back up, smiled at Denise with slight embarrassment. Kissing her on the forehead, she said, "Don't worry about it. I'll go see what the others are doing. Besides, I better find Mark before Jackie sinks her claws into him."
Denise watched Karen bound out of the room, "That was awkward. Now I feel bad. Do you think she'll forgive me?"
Denise's mild rebuff of Karen's advances was surprising to me. The elixir wasn't infallible after all. Maybe there's an age factor to the effectiveness of the drug. That after a certain point our views and mores become too calcified within us, and eventually those moral walls, to use Beetlesmith's vernacular, can never be fully breeched.
I could see a look of pain on her face as she thought she might have damaged a possible friendship. I attempted to soothe her spirits, "Forgive? I suspect she's already forgotten about it. Karen's only just discovered her other side, so she's more in sympathy with you than you may suppose, and like I said, all of this is new to us." I kissed her and saw her smile returning, "So don't ever feel you're being a stick in the mud or a prude, and don't hesitate in telling us if we're making too many demands on you or making you uneasy. Tonight, do as much or as little as you are comfortable. Okay?"
She nodded her head, and then said almost with a defensive sense of pride, "You know this isn't the first time for me. I've been to an orgy before...Well, sort of an orgy."
"Really?" I said with surprise. "If that's the case maybe we should find the others and..."
"No," She said sternly as she lowered herself to the floor and pulling me with her, "Let's just you and me have some fun first."
She pushed me back onto the floor and straddled me. Then with one fluid motion, she shifted her hips up and slowly sank down. My cock easily slid into her. As with the kiss, I let her go at her own pace. Her motion was of an unvarying slow, rhythmic rolling of her pelvis and lower back. About the only thing I did was remove her blouse and bra completely. Soon, she fell into a trance-like state. The whole time her eyes remained closed, and about the only sound she uttered was an almost rhythmic breathing that fell into time with her shifting hips. Occasionally, I would play with her breasts by gently pinching or sucking at their extended nipples, and each time she would respond, almost by reflex, by biting her lower lip.
Her climax was almost as peaceful. I felt her body go rigid. The features of her face froze into a momentary state of bliss, while her arms and lower body stiffened as if she were bracing herself against an incoming tide. At the moment of her orgasm, I heard her inhale three sharp, draughts of air that were quickly followed by a subtle quivering of her body. When the faint trembling was nearly complete, she lowered herself onto my chest with a heavy sigh, lying motionless.
"That was so very nice," she finally said.
"If you say so," I said with a sarcastic chuckle.
She guessed my meaning, "As you can tell, I'm a quiet fuck. Jack always had a problem with that. He likes his women loud and raunchy. I like to think that's why he mostly goes outside our home to plow his fields."
I laughed, "He should get along nicely with Jackie then, she's all that. So, what's a 'sort of an orgy' you hinted at?"
She giggled to herself before answering, "Oh, it was before I met Jack, a long time ago, back in my first year at college. A bunch of us got together at a friend of a friend of a friend's house for an old-fashioned pot party. You know the kind. We were all on our own. There were no watchful parents about. We were filled with ourselves, as if we all knew how the world worked. We got stoned, and one thing led to another. We didn't do any actual swapping of partners, or get into a big orgy pile or anything. We just made love with the ones we came with in front of everyone else. So, it was sort of an orgy. I know, not much of a story," she ended, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't know. It's more than I ever did."
We lay together for a while and continued to exchange small talk when I heard soft music coming from the living room. It sounded like one of my jazz albums, but I couldn't tell which one.
Denise appeared to be listening to the music, her brow furrowed as if she were in thought.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm trying to remember the words to that song."
Thinking she meant the song that was playing, I started to say, "I don't think there are any lyrics...," but before I could finish, she held onto me tight and flipped us around so that I was now on top of her. Wrapping her legs about me she said, "Now I remember, 'roll me over and do it again.'"
Denise and I found the others in the living room. It appears Jackie, Cecilia and Jack didn't get too far on their tour of the house. Karen was there as well, and all of them were on the large couch, and in the most unusual positions. The music still played softly, and even though the lights were dimmed, I could still make out what each were doing and to whom. The scene made Denise gasp in surprise when she first gazed upon them.
Jack was on one side of the couch, with Cecilia on top. Both were facing Mark and Karen, who were in a similar position on the other side. Both the men were slamming into their respective partners with equal fervor. Jackie sat between, and was applying a massaging hand, one for each couple, while adding the occasional, salacious comment. She sounded part repo-auctioneer and part carnival barker, as she alternated between fingering the women's clitora and fondling the men's testicles. On the coffee table, in front of Jackie, were a whole plethora of Karen's 'toys' and a tube of lubricant. Karen thinks of everything.
It was difficult to make out what she was saying over the loud moaning of Karen and Cecilia, but I got the impression that the two couples were in some type of contest, with Jackie serving as a demented Mistress of Ceremony.
Jackie smiled brightly as she caught sight of Denise and me, "Hey guys, we were wondering what happened to you two."
"What's going on?" I asked, trying not to laugh at the situation.
Jackie continued to play with the women's vulva, "This is a game called, 'who can come first.' Want to join in? There's a spot open in front of me on the coffee table. My hands are tied up, but I'm pretty nimble with my feet, if you know what I mean." She ended her statement by lifting her foot while wiggling her toes.
I had to laugh at the image of Jackie giving Denise and me a foot fingering, "That wouldn't be fair, they have a head start. Besides, someone already came...twice." I gave Denise's ass a friendly squeeze, and said to her, "You want to join in?"
I don't think Denise was too keen on Jackie's foot fucking idea, either. She shook her head and said, "No, I'd rather just watch and see how this turns out."
Denise and I sat in the lounger on the other side of the room. Denise curled up on my lap and we watched as the contest unfolded.
"I see you're still shaving your 'hoochie coo.'"
Jackie smiled back, saying, "Umm, hmm, I can't believe I didn't do it before. It really gives me a whole new sensation, especially when I'm playing with myself." She giggled at that last part, and went back to diddling the two groups of competitors.
I asked, "So what prize does the winner get?"
"The loser gets it from both guys," Jackie responded, "That punishment was suggested by your wife."
That figures, I thought. Karen was going to finally realize her fantasy of 'twofers' with two 'fellas.' At least I hoped it was a fantasy and not a reenactment from her past.
For the first time that evening I got a good look at Mark's equipment as it slid in and out of my wife's pussy. Well, not exactly a good look. I couldn't be too sure of his length, but if it was anywhere in proportion with his thickness, it was a massive organ, indeed. I had to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. These feelings were further amplified by Karen's loud, almost guttural moaning and by the look of sheer sexual ecstasy that was carved on her face. Her moans were augmented by equally obscene calls for Mark to, "Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck it harder!"
I think Denise must have guessed at, or felt, my changing mood, and sought to mollify them by exposing her own past injuries, "Seeing Jack with Cecilia reminds me of the time I walked in on him with one of his bimbos. Needless to say, that was the last time I visited him at the office, unannounced."
She didn't wait for a response, but instead kissed me hard and passionately, as she'd done earlier. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, maybe we should have joined in and really given them a show."
I laughed, "That's all right. I like it fine right here. Besides, by the looks of things I think it's just about over."
Both the other women had achieved full-throated moaning, but it was barely audible above the din of the loud slapping sounds caused when each man slammed into their respect
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ive holes. I did hear Cecilia croak out a command for Jackie to, "Touch me a little higher, girl."
Jackie did, and then recoiled comically as Cecilia began spraying clear fluid, the force and volume of which was only matched by her abrupt shout of ecstasy.
Denise bluntly commented, "Oh my, I hope Karen uses Scotchguard."
Given the circumstance we found ourselves in, with Cecilia shouting in delight, while Jackie tried to dodge incoming fire, Denise's deadpanned comment had me laughing uncontrollably. My wave of jealousy dissipated.
"So does this make Cecilia the winner or the loser?" Denise asked, trying to hold back her own laughter.
"Winner," Cecilia barked as she jumped off Jack, almost crashing into the coffee table as her legs wobbled beneath her. Once she gained her 'sea legs' she added with girlish glee, "Karen's the loser."
Like a starving dog who sees a morsel of food inadvertently fallen to the floor, Jack was about to pounce on any of Karen's vacant orifices, but Karen stopped him, "Jesus, wait a minute, Jack. Let me get situated first."
She turned around and proceeded to lick and suck Mark's tool while extending her hindquarters well into the air for Jack. Jack didn't hesitate putting his cock in where Mark had been, thrusting with slow deliberation.
Now I got a good look at Mark's cock, and its length did match its girth—the bastard. I could see why Karen kept bumping her head on the dining room table, there would have been little to no room under there. Worse still, I could tell that he wasn't fully erect, which is why Karen had to spent some time giving him oral encouragement before the real fun started.
Karen could only put Mark's cock-head and just a little bit more in her mouth, before she had to pull back. She applied a good amount of saliva onto it, slowly letting her spittle dribble out and down his shaft before slathering it about with her hand. When she felt his tool was lubricated enough, she went back to gently sucking on his head while stroking the shaft.
My jealousy was back, but was gradually being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of arousal. I couldn't help but get incredibly turned on watching my dear wife getting fucked at one end while sucking a massive cock like a thousand dollar whore at the other.
Mark played the part of rogue and scoundrel to perfection, telling her to suck his cock all the way to his balls. Vainly she tried. Oh, how my little slut tried inching it deeper inside of her, only to pull back quickly with a gasp and a cough. When she failed to fully pull him in, attempt, after gag-inducing attempt, Mark castigated her like a two-bit whore, telling her to suck on his balls instead.
Mark was fully erect now, and played with himself as she licked and kissed his testicles.
"All the way in, bitch," he said to her, not caring that I was witness to my own wife's debasement, "Put my balls all the way in your mouth."
Whether due to the effects of the elixir, or to the sheer erotic nature of the scene playing out before me, I found myself not caring about his playful maltreatment of my wife. In fact, I wanted it to continue in some strange way. Strange as it may sound, it was as if this were all some cleansing ritual I had to endure in order to wash the stench of Karen's infidelity away, or maybe to wash away my own sins in using the elixir on the unsuspecting. Maybe it was for both reasons, because for the first time in a long time since finding out, I had no thought of Roger Kendall.
As Karen was putting the finishing touches on Mark's testicles, Cecilia wandered over to Denise and me. Jackie had already succumbed to her inner slut and was straddling Mark's head and giving him a taste of her luscious wares. She played with her clitoris lustfully, while he vigorously tongued her pussy.
Cecilia asked, "Mind if I sit with you, Robo-cock?"
"Robo-cock?" asked Denise.
"I'll tell you about it later," I said slightly embarrassed.
For now, the three of us were content to watch the other four. Our eyes fully glued to their escapades while our hands danced about our bodies. Denise and Cecilia lying comfortably back against me, their legs spread so that I could fondle them both, while each had a hand on my cock as both gently stroked the shaft and head. It was all done so nonchalantly, almost absentmindedly, as if we were picking at a bowl of popcorn while engrossed in a good movie.
Mark playfully tapped the top of Karen's head with his organ, and said, "Time to sit on the big one again, baby. I've got a whole load of goo for your tight snatch."
Karen shifted forward and easily slid Mark's cock into her pussy. She remained motionless for a moment, arching her back so that her ass protruded backward, indecently. Cocking her head around to look back at Avery, she said, breathless, "Do me."
"Come on Jack, put it up her ass. Let's make this bitch scream," I head Mark say, trying to talk around a mouth full of Jackie's pussy.
Jack dove in and tried to push in, causing Karen to flinch forward, "Jesus! Jack! Lube!" Karen rasped in staccato. Then giggling, added, "It's on the coffee table. Christ, you guys really do want me to scream."
Once he prepared himself, Jack slowed his pace, inching his cock into Karen with intense deliberation. Karen's facial expressions revealed a kaleidoscope of emotion, changing from one from slight pain, to mild discomfort, to one of pleasurable calm, and finally on into ecstatic bliss as Jack pushed fully inside of her.
All three of them were in constant motion now—well four really. Jackie had turned around, and while still suspended above Marks' head so that he could lay the occasional tongue into her vitals, she applied her dexterous mouth and tongue to Karen's breasts. Together, they looked like some weird, abstract work of art, incorporating flesh-toned, paper-mâché mannequins controlled by a noisy, poorly engineered, two-stroke engine.
There I sat on my throne with my two cherubs by my side, watching the debauched spectacle playing out in front of me as if I were some Roman emperor being entertained by my imperial entourage. I felt the power again, flowing though me as it had the other time—an all-encompassing confidence.
"Suck me," I said to no one in particular.
Without hesitation, both Denise and Cecilia flipped around and applied a hungry mouth to my erection. As one sucked greedily, pulling as much of me into her, the other would apply a wet tongue to any area that remained exposed.
"Suck it," I demanded again, while slipping two fingers into each of their pussies.
Their actions became more fevered, as now they tried to subtly push and shove the other off and out of the way, so that they could complete the task I set for them. They grunted, groaned, and grasped for any advantage. Each of them sucked forcefully when the opportunity presented itself. In no time, my cock was bathed in their saliva, a thick and heavy film of it dripping down along my shaft only to pool at its base. None of it was wasted, as the next cherub who gained an advantage scooped up the excess and slathered it around my member while adding more of their own to the mix.
Invariably, their close quartered cock to hand to mouth combat scenario caused momentary touching between the two. Denise seemed oblivious of the inadvertent contact, which I found odd given her rebuff of Karen earlier. I was also overcome by the sensuousness of the two as they slid past each other with the barest brushing of the other's lips or tongue, with their own.
"Kiss each other," I demanded.
Denise hesitated for a moment then gave Cecilia a quick peck on the lips before sliding my cock back into her mouth.
"That was no kiss," I said with a laugh, "Kiss each other."
Denise held her lips to Cecilia a little longer this time, yet her mouth remained closed even though I could tell Cecilia was trying to push her tongue against her tightened lips.
How much could I force Denise to act against her nature? How far did I have to push, in order to get her to fully comply? I voiced my disappointment at her effort, and she retorted with obvious frustration, "We kissed each other."
"No, she kissed you, hardly the same thing at all. Go on, kiss."
Denise gave a last whimper of protest before she slightly parted her lips to receive Cecilia's tongue.
As they embraced, I added continual praise to their efforts, telling them how erotic it made me feel, and how sensual they looked. It seemed that with each compliment, Cecilia and Denise further melded into each other while adding a wandering hand to the other's breasts.
I slipped a third finger into each of them while continuing my approval. Denise replaced her hand with her mouth and sucked on Cecilia breasts. At first, it was gentle. A brief lick followed by a short suck, but as I continued to add lustful, encouraging words Denise's sucking became more forceful. Before long, and to my surprise, I could feel Denise's fingers playing with Cecilia's clitoris while I continued to finger the both of them.
I looked over at the other four for a moment, and saw that Karen and Jackie had changed places. Jack was still going strong, imbued as he was with the elixir. He was as vibrant in stamina as he was insatiable in his desire. He had his arms wrapped around Jackie, holding her steady as he thrust into her ass. Mark, on the other hand was sitting up on the couch, flaccid, momentarily spent from his ordeals with Karen. Poor Mark, I laughed to myself, I guess he just doesn't have the wherewithal as us old fucks. Karen, still flushed beet red as she usually is when sexually aroused, had taken over the role of Mark in their little escapade, by manipulating her vibrator in and around Jackie's pussy while nibbling at her nipples. Given Jackie's loud, and boisterous moaning, I guessed she was close to climax. Again, I felt that power surging though me.
I returned my attention to Denise and Cecilia, and told them to get into the sixty-nine position on the floor. Denise hesitated again, but I gave her a look and down she went, laying on top of Cecilia. Cecilia immediately grabbed Denise's ass with both hands and buried her face into Denise's bush. Denise started out coyly, using only a finger or two to massage around Cecilia's vulva, but as Cecilia continued to work her with tongue and lips, Denise slowly but surely succumbed, and reciprocated in kind.
I came to realize in that moment that somehow, and in some way, I was able to manipulate the others. I guessed it was the pseudo-hypnotic effects of the elixir that made it appear I had control of the others. Once realizing that, I didn't feel the need to add myself to Denise and Cecilia's fun, strange as it may sound. I was content to watch my handiwork writhe around on the floor on its own. Soon, the others joined in the viewing as well. Having finished with their first round of escapades, they sat enthralled, and together we watched as the two women continued to make love to each other without restraint.
We didn't have to watch very long. Cecilia was the first to climax, signaled to us by loud and protracted wail reminiscent of her fake orgasm during the game. Denise quickly followed suit, quieter than Cecilia—a quiet fuck, indeed. They finally realized, to their embarrassment, that they had an audience when the rest of us clapped and cheered.
Just as the revelry began to die down, Jackie stepped in and reassumed her role as Mistress of Ceremonies, "Okay everyone it's time for another game. Now, I want all you guys to sit on the couch."
The three of us hesitated. We weren't sure of what kind of homoerotic perversion Jackie may have cooked up for us, and we really weren't in too much of a hurry to find out.
Mark spoke for the rest of us, "Hey, I'm not sticking my dick in some guy."
Jack seconded, "You're fucking-A right you're not."
"Oh come on you big dopes," Jackie said in an exasperated tone, "This will be fun. I promise. Jesus, you guys think I would make you do something weird?"
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off again, "Shut up, Will."
I sat on the couch as far away from Mark as I could. I was still a bit pissed at his treatment of Karen. Jack sat between us. Jackie continued, "Alright, this game is kind of like the last one, only this time we get to see what the ladies can do."
All the women gave a brief hoot and howl. Jackie continued, "Okay, let's settle down girls. These are the ground rules, each lady will pair up with a guy..."
Before she could finish, Denise and Karen started to move in my direction, which gave my ego an additional boost.
"Wait a minute you sluts," Jackie barked, "I'm not finished yet. As I was saying, I'll draw names as to who gets who, and you can bet wives aren't going to be paired with their hubbies, that would be cheating. So just cool your ass down a bit, Karen. Now, using only your mouths and a bit of hand—but not too much hand mind you—we'll see who can get their guy off first. There can be no help from the guys. Guys, you can't use your hands...You can't thrust your hips...Especially you Jack...And no communication with your partner. You can't tell the girls what feels good or bad...And not too much moaning, that would be cheating too. You just have to sit there and take it like men."
More hooting from the women ensued.
Jackie continued, "The loser is the girl who gets her guy off last. She gets the Will treatment."
Jack leaned over to me, "What's the 'Will treatment?'"
I was as confused as Jack, and asked, "Yeah Jackie, what's the 'Will treatment?'"
"You know silly, what we did to Karen the other time."
I laughed, "That doesn't sound like much of a punishment. I bet Karen purposefully takes her time just so she'll lose."
Karen stuck her tongue out at me, then said, "Keep it up Mister and I'll give you the Karen treatment."
"Promise," I said with a smile.
Jack leaned over to me, "Karen treatment?"
"I'm not sure. It's either really, really good, or you get kicked in the..."
Jackie cut me off in her Mistress of Ceremony voice, "Okay, first names, Denise is paired with the guy who beds them but won't wed them—all...Night...Long—Robo-cock."
Jack leaned over again, "Robo-cock?"
Jesus, this was starting to get embarrassing, but I hoped it would continue, "I'll tell you about it later."
"Next up, Cecilia, paired with every girls cream dream, the one, the only, Mister, 'my schlong is long and quite a dong,' Cope. Okay, that leaves Karen with Jack, who's fast becoming known as Robo-cock part deux."
"Okay, I get it now, you dog," Jack said to me, happy for Jackie's compliment.
"You know," Jackie continued, "We need a better name for you than Robo-cock part deux. It's too much trouble to say all that...How 'bout just 'Deux?' Dewy Louie's got some spewy...No, that doesn't work...Ooh, Duce...I like that...Ducey, loosey as a goosey...
"Shut up, Jackie!" Karen and Cecilia barked in unison.
"Hey Jackie, what are you going to do?" asked Jack, after he stopped laughing.
"I'm going to make sure you guys stay on the up and up, and keep it up. Plus, I get the loser," she paused as everyone looked at her with confusion.
Cecilia was the first to verbalize what everyone was thinking, "I thought the loser gets the 'Will treatment,' whatever that is."
"Oh, didn't I mention? There's going to be two losers. The lady who can't get their guy off, she gets the 'Will treatment.' And the guy who gets off too quickly, he gets the Jackie treatment."
Jack leaned over again, but I cut him off, "You don't want to know, and neither do I."
"Okay ladies get to your positions...Come on Cecilia, this isn't the office, move your ass...Ready...And go!"
Initially, an eerie calm descended in the room, as each of my male counterparts, including myself, maintained absolute silence as per the games regulations. Only soft sucking sounds and deep sighs of forced breathing were audible to anyone.
It was obvious who would be one of the losers. Mark was starting to run out of gas, and poor Cecilia was going to find it difficult to get him hard, let alone make him come. She stroked, sucked and stroked some more, but the only thing she was able to accomplish so far was to make his limp dick appear as if she were keeping a rather large, docile snake from escaping her hand. Twice, Mark tried to help by applying his own, familiar brand of handiwork, only to be scolded by Jackie not to interfere.
On the other hand, Karen was having no problem with Jack, and looked as if she were determined to come out the winner of this contest. She was sucking on Jack's cock as if she thought there was a pot of gold buried deep within his scrotum, and all she need do is suck hard enough to become rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Unlike Karen, who was rushing to be first, Denise set about her task with such deliciously slow deliberation that I'm sure she cared not a whit whether she finished first, last, or in between. It was as if her only goal was to find as much enjoyment from performing the act, and damn the consequences. Of course, I didn't care what her intentions might be, given that I was the beneficiary of her slow, thoughtful largesse.
She started low, kissing, licking, then tonguing my testicles. She held my cock tight against her face as if she were hugging it as a small child hugs a security blanket. Occasionally, she took time away from my balls to kiss and suckle me at the base and a little bit up my shaft, always scraping her teeth ever so gently along my taut skin as she darted a wet tongue out through slightly parted lips.
Once she felt my shaft was sufficiently moistened, she resumed licking and sucking my testicles and playing with them in her mouth. At the same time, she rolled a finger or two along my shaft, causing my cock to flinch involuntarily at the sudden wave of pleasure.
Still rolling my balls around in her mouth, Denise touched a growing bead of pre-ejaculate fluid with a finger. Pulling the bead away from me, a long, clear strand bridged her finger to my cock.
It was my dream again. A sudden anxiety griped me as I watch Denise mimic what I had been experiencing every morning in my head since Gloria had left. Then she giggled at the sight of the bridge she created, breaking my angst.
I watched as she added more of my fluid to her finger as it continued to emerge, creating an even heavier bridge that sagged in the middle of the span. She giggled again, and just when I thought the strand would break under its own weight, she put her slick, fluid-laden finger on my cock and swirled it all around the head.
Waves of euphoria surged through me, causing my cock to quiver like a reed in a brisk wind. The head of my cock turned a deep purple as it swelled to well over its normal, erect extent. Still more fluid emerged at the top, of which Denise put to good use.
She giggled again as if pleased with herself, then said to no one in particular, "God, I love a stiff cock," and with that declarative statement, she descended onto me and slowly inched me deep into her mouth.
I could feel my cock beginning to find resistance as it met the back of her throat, but instead of stopping, she continued to draw me further inside. She finally stopped her downward advancement when her nose was nearly touching my abdomen, and she remained in that position for some time, tonguing the underside of my shaft before she slowly ascended my member while tonguing me the whole way out. Once at my head she broke suction, allowing a large pool of saliva that had gathered in her mouth to trickle down and bathing my shaft and her grasping hand with her warm fluid. She took a moment to slather the excess saliva about me before repeating the whole descent-ascent routine, repeatedly in excruciatingly slow detail.
It was one of the finest blowjobs I've ever experienced, and as Denise continued, I noticed something I hadn't before. Her eyes never left her husband. I realized that not all of this exquisitely slow sucking of my cock was being done just for my benefit, but was also done to antagonize her husband. She was telling him loudly and clearly, 'This is what you could have had every night, but you chose to be a stiff prick, instead.'
Jack also knew what that look meant, and he responded in kind. Staring back at her, he arched his back and placed a hand on Karen's head forcing her further down so that she would mimic his wife. In this way, he was telling her, 'See, you're not the only one who sucks cock well.'
Twice he did this, and twice was admonished by Jackie to keep his hands to himself, "Once more Jack, and I'll have to disqualify you and Karen."
Unable to use his hands, he resorted to verbal taunts, "That's right, suck on that cock like the dirty whore you are. Slower, suck it slower. All the way down to the nuts. Let me see you drool all over that fuck stick."
"Jack, that's too much coaching. Stop it," Jackie mistakenly intervened, thinking he was coaching Karen.
Denise laughed seeing the predicament her husband was in, and responded back with her own taunts. Again, her eyes never leaving his, she said repeatedly, "Oh, how I love the taste of a real cock. I so much want you to come in my mouth."
Through all this back and forth between the two, Karen, believing Jack's words were meant for her, slowed her pace while flooding Jack's cock with a liberal helping of her saliva. Eventually, both women began mimicking each other as Karen did her own slow, oral rendition of Denise's technique.
Karen, however, had a few tricks up her sleeve, and I knew what that trick was when I saw her wet a finger.
Jack's initial reaction to Karen's probing was one of shock and surprise. He started to climb up the back of the couch away from her, but she held him fast by his testicles. Karen giggled at his reaction, and for added affect, she threw her weight down on him, saying, "Just relax and take it like a man."
Jack crocked out a fitting response, "Jesus, I am. Why do you think I'm backing away?"
"Just shut up and enjoy it," she refrained.
Karen was in full slut mode, and would not be deprived this pleasure at seeing her partner squirm. She reengaged her mouth and just about inhaled Jack's cock while continuing to worm her finger all the way in, down to the last knuckle. Jack's facial expressions ran the gambit from severe shock to finally abject bliss, as Karen slid her finger back and forth in syncopated tempo with her mouth. My only thought was that after tonight, Jack was either going to make me vice-president or unemployed—and at this point I couldn't care which.
Jack began to groan wildly while thrusting his hips forward. It was obvious he couldn't take the sensations any longer, and needed release or he'd burst. I made the off-hand comment, "I think 'this' is the 'Karen treatment.'"
My comment seemed to make things worse for Jack, or better, depending on how one views his circumstance, and only underscored the deep and fervent arousal Jack found in himself. He was caught between his own preconceived social-sexual mores, and the pleasures that were being imposed on him in less than 'hetero' fashion. I saw that internal struggle of pleasure clashing with pride written on his face, but it was a short-lived battle, for the pleasures quickly won out.
Jack was groaning and moaning incessantly now, I doubt he wanted to risk verbalizing anything more specific, and bucked his hips wildly, which thrust his cock further into Karen's mouth and her finger harder against his prostate, thus increasing his pleasure.
Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to warn Jack for his verbal and physical breaches in the game's etiquette, but was slapped down quickly and severely by both he and Karen, as they yelled in chorus, "Shut up, Jackie!"
The final panoply of Karen's blowjob unfolded before my eyes as if in slow motion. Karen kept her head still allowing Jack to fuck her mouth with complete recklessness. She had a gentle yet firm hold of Jack's shaft, while sucking and tonguing voraciously on the head.
With his eyes still fixated on his wife, he let loose a barrage of guttural remarks, most of which ending with, "...Suck that cock you cheating slut."
Karen, again mistakenly took his slurs as her own, and really clapped her mouth down while stroking his shaft in alternating rhythm with Jack's thrusting. To add fuel to the fire, I saw her put a second finger into him and rapidly slid them back and forth.
Jack uttered one last groan, arched his back, and froze.
Karen accepted his first blast fully in the mouth. After which she sat back away with a satisfied smile and continued to stroke one long spurt after another, thick and heavy, out of him until no more came.
"Looks like we have a winner," Jackie said with a laugh, "And a loser...Sorry Duce."
Jack didn't say anything, but gave an acknowledging wave of his hand. He just lay still, briefly spent like a used roman candle. Yet, even though his body lay limp and was sagging back into the couch, his cock remained as hard as it was at the start of the evening. Wonderful stuff, that elixir.
I looked over at Cecilia and saw that she finally got Mark erect. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to do her much good, because I was close to climax.
I looked again at Denise. She had me fully inside of her, and held me there for the longest time. Her deep blue eyes were looking directly at me now, and they would never leave mine throughout the rest of her performance. Once we made eye contact, she slowly pulled back to the end of my cock, and gently sucked on my bulbous head. Her pursed lips barely covering the tip, which gave me a good view of her tongue as it danced hither and yon about me. Then she slowly sucked me all the way in again, stopping just where my pubic hair barely brushed her nose. Her mouth was gaped wide, and I could feel her tongue licking the top of my scrotum. How she managed that still defies explanation, but the whole process, sights mixed with sensations, sent waves of euphoric delight through me.
Karen sat beside me and watched the two of us. She got the giggles, seeing the look on my face. Between quick laughs, she gave a subtle warning to our guest, "Get ready Denise, he's about to pop."
She knew me too well. I took a sharp, almost involuntary breath of air and touched Denise's hand as a signal I was coming. I thought she might remove her mouth and spare herself the initial blast of my ejaculation, but instead she forced me further down her throat.
She held me there, eyes still trained on mine, as I let go with the first blast, then the second. I could feel the muscles in her throat contracting as she tried to swallow each load. The added sensation caused me to ejaculate harder as my body began to involuntarily spasm. With the third blast, she slowly retracted herself, but retained a tight suction on me with her lips. I continued to come in her mouth as she continued gliding her lips up and down along my shaft. Finally, a small trickle of semen escaped from the corners of her mouth, and as her mouth filled to overflowing, she continued to suck me until I had no more to give.
When she finally released me, I thought that there was only one thing that would provide a fitting end to the whole oral extravaganza I witnessed, sort of a final, proverbial cherry on the top of a blowjob banana split—and then it happened, sending an unnatural chill down my spine.
Karen was in mid-comment about Denise's oral expertise, when Denise cut her off with a forceful and abrupt kiss, and in so doing, she emptied the full contents of her mouth into Karen. Karen, wide-eyed, almost recoiled at first, but Denise held her fast about the chest, forcing her tongue with all its contents further into my wife's mouth. Karen then fell into Denise's embrace and accepted her gift with relish.
Karen wiped the small trickle of cum from Denise's chin and offered it to her, and Denise suck on her finger just as she had my cock. Then both women wrapped their arms about each other as they continued to lick and suck at each other's tongue.
Any other man at any other time would have looked on at their display with ever renewed and increasing sexual excitement, but not me and not now. I felt my once hard cock begin to deflate at the significance of what I was witnessing. I had thought it first. I had literally pictured their cum-swapping rapture in my mind, in every detail, only to see it actualized before my very eyes. I had said nothing of my thoughts to them—to anyone. I hinted at nothing with even the barest murmur or subtle gesture, yet it all happened exactly as it had in my mind.
I thought this must be coincidence, but felt that explanation didn't ring true. This wasn't coincidence. It was clairvoyance. I was at a loss to explain it, or to even understand. For the first time since finding the elixir, I felt fear.
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EMILY'S STORY - part 3
Okay, it's me, Emily Sterling, and my story has gotten out of hand here. This is part 3, and you still don't know why I'm miserable. So, I'm going to wrap this up, and the ‘Free Birds' story can move on.
In the first two parts, you know I talked about my ‘initiation' into my high school basketball team, AND I discovered a world of sex besides that I was having with my twin sister Kira - more on her later in this story.
About one month or so after the team initiated me, after the season was underway, and I'd even gotten into two games (yay! - although they were blowout wins for me to get put in the game by Coach Maria), Coach called me into her office after practice. She said that there were a couple of things that she wanted to go over with me, kind of a mid-season evaluation.
Coach Maria was about 30 years old, cute, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes, a cute ass and 34A breasts, and about 5' 9" tall. I didn't know much about her personal life, but I thought that she was a great coach, and she was respected by everybody. Anyway, she had me sit by her desk in a chair next to hers. She had an evaluation sheet, and she went over the areas that she thought I was strong in and where I could improve. But I really appreciated that she told me HOW I could improve in those areas. That’s one of the things that made her such a great coach.
There was a knock at her office door, which surprised me because I thought that all the other players had left. Coach Maria got up and opened the door, and there was a young woman of about 25 there, really cute, and very, very pregnant. She was pretty short, maybe 5' even, blonde hair, long and down on her shoulders, and enormous breasts, but I guess that’s not surprising considering she was pregnant. They hugged, and then, surprisingly, they kissed. Not a peck on the cheek type kiss, I mean a full bore, tongue in her mouth, ‘Emily and Kira alone in bed together at 2 AM' type kissing. I felt a tingle in my little pussy at seeing this, and wondered what was going on.
Coach ushered the woman in, and had her sit down in a chair with arms on it. She was wearing a maternity skirt and blouse, nothing too colorful, kind of beige all over. She plopped down with a sigh, looked at me, and smiled a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Nicole," she said, extending her hand to me, and so I shook it.
"Nicole's my wife," Coach Maria said, and my jaw DROPPED! Before I could say anything (which I guarantee would have ended up embarrassing me), Coach said, "Yeah, Emily, I'm a lesbian, and I'm married to another woman, which is what pretty much all lesbian women would do if they had someone they loved very much, and if they were allowed to get married to that person."
Of course, I rushed in to say something dumb. "Are you allowed to marry another woman?"
"Well, no, under the law we can't right now, but the pastor of our church is open-minded and realistic, and he married us ‘under God,' so as far as we're concerned, we're married. In order to have something like marriage in the eyes of the law, we've had to legally put everything in both names, like our mortgage, and cars, and all that. Frankly, it's a pain in the ass, but it's the only option available to us, at least until the law changes. And Emily, I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself, the school doesn’t know, and might fire me if they found out for sure."
I said, “It’s my secret Coach. I’ll never tell.” Coach and Nicole smiled at me.
"And as you can see, Nicole is pregnant. She was impregnated by a male donor friend of ours, and we're so excited about starting this part of our family." I thought about asking about that, but fortunately I recognized that there was no way I could venture into the impregnation thing without REALLY looking like an idiot. But, I thought about what a wonderful idea it was, for two women who loved each other to get married, and live happily together. A thought began percolating in the back of my head, and it would ultimately lead to my own misery.
"If you don't mind, Emily, Nicole came to see me, we're going out to dinner after I finish up here," Coach said.
"No, it's fine," I said, looking Nicole up and down. She was very lovely, and probably the pregnancy was a big part of that. She had a lovely glow all in her face, and I thought that her pregnant body was just about the most attractive thing I'd ever seen in a woman. Of course, I'd seen other pregnant women before, but never a pregnant lesbian, and I thought it was charming, and kind of exciting to me.
Nicole looked back at me just as intently, her dark eyes pulling me in. In a soft voice she said, "You're quite attractive Emily. You must have tons of boys after you..."
"Um, no, I'm not really interested in them," I said.
"Emily was initiated by the other girls on the team a month ago," Coach Maria told Nicole. "From what they've told me, she was very happy to be initiated." She looked at me frankly, and I blushed. I had never been sure what Coach knew of my initiation, and I figured it was a ‘don't ask, don't tell' kind of situation.
Nicole said, "Really...do you have any special...friends?" I knew what she meant. I didn't have any girlfriends, other than my sister Kira. We were fucking like mad, every chance we got, which was pretty much every night, but there was no way I could tell my Coach or Coach’s, uh, wife, that I was enthusiastically fucking my own sister.
"Uh, no," I said, looking down. Nicole leaned forward, and took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm and strong.
"Would you mind helping me out, Emily?" she said, in an even softer voice.
"What can I do?" I asked.
"We’re in the last month of the pregnancy, Emily, and that time puts a lot of stress on the mother-to-be. Our obstetrician tells us there's a couple of things we should do, to relieve discomfort, but I always need a partner. Maria usually takes care of it, but some variation would help, and frankly, make it a little more exciting for us both. And you, if you're interested."
"I'll do anything to help," I said.
"Well, it involves you jilling Nicole, to tell the truth," Maria said.
"‘Jilling?'" I said.
"Um, playing with her, to help her have an orgasm. It relieves the pressure on her uterus, and also stimulates her breasts. Would you be interested?"
"It sounds very exciting," I said. "If it would help, yes, I would!"
"Good," Maria said. She had me move my chair next to Nicole's, so that we were sitting side by side. Nicole looked at me lovingly, and gently took my hand, bringing it between her legs, under her skirt and the bulge of her stomach. It was warm and damp there, and I loved the feel of her pussy through the thin fabric of her cotton panties.
"Do you know how..." Maria began, and Nicole interjected, "Oh yeah, she knows!" as my fingers, long used to the touch of a wet pussy under them, whether mine or Kira's, had automatically begun tracing the outline of Nicole's swollen labia, and her already prominent clit. She was quite wet, as the soaked condition of her panties already testified.
"Oh, that's SO good, Emily," Nicole sighed as I stroked and caressed her. She slouched down a little in the chair, bringing her pussy to the edge of the seat. I slipped my fingers through the leg hole of her panties , and quickly found her slippery slit. "Oh, God!" Nicole exclaimed, as I slipped my finger inside her. I'm afraid at that point, we all kinda lost control.
I got out of the chair, and knelt in front of Nicole, lifting up her skirt so that I could look at her panties, with the big wet spot, and her swollen pussy lips very pronounced through the fabric, showing a ‘cameltoe.' Nicole held her skirt up so that I had my hands free, as she was very excited now, and open to what I might want to do. I put my fingers on the over-stressed waist band of her panties, and slipped them off her, Nicole lifting up her remarkably big bottom as best she could to allow me to strip her.
Her pussy was absolutely beautiful. It was an angry purple, all her parts swollen, I guess from the pregnancy and also from her excitement. I love a young girl's delicate pink pussy and clit, but a real woman's pussy is very thrilling and beautiful in its own way. I brought my face close to her, and I could smell Nicole's sexual musk wafting up straight to my nose. Maria, behind me, lifted up my practice shirt, and pulled it over my head, off me, then she unhooked my bra, and I shrugged it off, so that I was topless in front of these two women. I looked up at Nicole, and she glanced at Maria, and she nodded imperceptibly, as I brought my mouth to her hot, wet, swollen, mother-to-be cunt, and began lapping her for all I was worth.
Her pussy was very tasty, different from a girl's, I guess due to the pregnancy, but just as delicious. She was producing creamy clear liquid, almost faster than I could lick it up, but I loved the taste, and especially the thought that I had my tongue inside a pregnant woman’s vagina. My hands were on her hips, but Nicole took one of my hands, and placed it on her swollen belly, and the other hand on her enormous breasts. What a difference from a girl she was!
I felt something moving under my hand, and Nicole said, “Do you feel that, Emily? That’s the baby kicking!” I was thrilled to feel and be a part of such a primal component of womanhood, and I fell in love with that wonderful baby, and knew that I would want to be a mother some day, perhaps the way that Nicole and Maria had achieved it.
My other hand was on one of Nicole’s breasts, and her front was all wet. I stopped and glanced up - there were two big wet circles in her blouse where her nipples were. “Emily, Nicole is releasing milk, due to your stimulation of her,” Maria said. Wow!
I could only get Nicole to lift her legs a little so that I could suck on her clit, but fastened my lips on it and gently sucked her large pebble, causing Nicole to moan with pleasure. “Oh, that’s so nice, Emily, suck my clit, yeah! Put your finger inside me, fuck my little twat with your finger!” I jilled her with my fingers while I licked her, and groped around her boobs with my free hand.
Meanwhile, I felt Maria (I guess) pull down my gym shorts and panties, cool air hitting my naked, teen-aged girl’s ass. Her hands were all over my bottom, caressing my round, full butt, and my pussy tingled at the stimulation. Next I felt Maria caressing my clit, and I could already feel my lubrication running down the insides of my thighs.
Nicole soon came, and came, and came, tremors running through her thighs as jolts of pleasure arced from her clit to her brain, and back again. Her juices increased, and she actually gushed out some liquid onto my face, and into my mouth, some of which I drank, and some of which I wore. I looked up, and Nicole was unbuttoning her blouse, and unsnapping the cups of her bra, I guess it was made that way, and later they told me it was a nursing bra. Then she decided to just take it all off, the bra and her blouse. That was when I saw that she didn’t shave under her arms, and she had pretty big blonde bushes under each arm.
I could smell the odor of her perspiration and sex from under her arms, and I went wild with desire for her, and any other female who happened along while I was under the spell of her body perfume. I also decided that I would go without shaving that part of my body, something that my lovers ever since have said is their number one turnn.
Her breasts spilled out, and they were really big (but I already said that, didn’t I), and her nipples were giant, too, kind of long and thick. There were little tiny white spots, each about the size of a pinhead, maybe twenty or so, on the tip of each nipple, and I learned that that’s how milk comes out.
“Would you like to taste my milk?” Nicole asked, smiling at me. Would I?
I nearly yelled, “Yes!” Meanwhile, I felt Maria pulling my shorts all the way off my legs, so that I was completely bare now, except for a pair of white gym socks. Maria spread my legs, and I raised myself up to bring my mouth to one of Nicole’s breasts, her nipple slipping into my mouth, warm and wet on my tongue. I felt Maria’s bush behind me, on my ass, and from my initiation, I knew that meant she was naked and rubbing her pussy against me. Well, her pussy, and a cock like Cindy had used, big and long, but instead of slipping it into my ass (thank God!), she slipped it inside my dripping pussy from behind.
I’d never been fucked in my pussy from behind, but it felt really great, especially when Maria brought her hand around front, between my legs, and started lightly pinching my clit. God, she was slamming that hard rubber thing deep inside my pussy, and her hot body pressing into my ass, then following it up with her fingers on my clit, and I came about a thousand times, the rubber dick pulling out gallons of my cream every time Maria pulled nearly out of me, teasing me before slamming back hard inside me.
Meanwhile, Nicole was helping teach me how to drink her milk, telling me to suck gently and for a long time, then kind of milking her breast with her hand and fingers, and I’d get a small gush of sweet tasting mother’s milk, right from the mother! Then she’d have me switch to the other breast, and I’d suck that. I fell in love with the whole idea of being a mother, then, how fulfilling it really is to do something that no man could ever really manage, and to care for another person when they couldn’t care for themself, and watch them grow, and develop feelings, and everything.
We were happy like that for a while, Maria fucking me ‘doggy-style’ (she called it), and me sucking on Nicole’s boobs. But eventually, we all had to slow down, and I knew I was going to miss the feel of Nicole’s nipples in my mouth, her milk gushing, and the feel of Maria’s big dick inside me. We kind of just wound down, and rested a while. Nicole put her hand under my chin, gently lifted my face up, and looking me in the eyes, said, “Was that good for you, honey? Is there anything you want?”
I nodded, stars in my eyes - Nicole was my new hero! “Yeah, I’d like to smell under your arms...” Nicole smiled, and said, “Yeah, Maria likes that too.” I got up and sniffed in her hot, wet, hairy armpits and the odor drove me crazy, so that I was licking her pits, and it was almost as good as licking a hairy cunt, which is pretty cool, too.
Then Nicole said, “I have to go pee, Emily. Would you help me get there?” I shook my head up and down. “Sure,” I said. I got out of Nicole’s way, and put on my gym shorts and jersey. Nicole kind of swayed her way up to a standing position, rocking from one side to the other, then headed for the private bathroom right off Maria’s office.
I led her in, then positioned her over the seat, and guided her in for a landing. I giggled, it was kind of like the space shuttle joining with a space station, her giant ass docking with the tiny toilet seat. Then Nicole said, “Because of my pregnancy, my pee sometimes shoots out between the seat and the toilet. Would you mind putting your hand there to keep it from spilling out?” Well, I had been thinking about how much fun pee was since the initiation the month before, and nodded happily.
I slipped my hand inside the toilet, right below seat level, between her legs, and Nicole let her hot pee jet out. I was fascinated watching the sparkling golden liquid that her body had produced, and the salty smell, like the ocean near our home, but somehow ‘hot’ smelling, the comforting feel of her hot liquid running over my hand and fingers, and finally, the hissing sound her peeing made, coming out of her body, and hitting my hand and water. I found the whole thing highly erotic, and I actually came once or twice from it, without even trying.
After she was done, I pulled my hand out from between her warm legs, my fingers dripping golden dew, and brought it to my nose, then mouth, tasting it tentatively. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Nicole spoke up, stirring my reverie. “Maria and I like to play with each other’s pee sometimes, too.”
I felt a tingle in my clit at the thought of Nicole and Maria doing pee play with each other, maybe even drinking each other’s hot pee! The things I was learning! I hoped that maybe Kira and I could do it, too. We finished cleaning up, then I went and showered (by myself, unfortunately), and went home, after saying goodbye to Maria and Nicole, and telling them how much I’d enjoyed our time together. They promised to invite me to the baby’s christening, and I hoped that maybe we could play again sometime, too.
I hurried home, with lots to think about. Kira noticed my mood as soon as I stepped inside. She is so perceptive, and so perfect. I really love Kira. I grinned at her, and promised I’d tell her all about it when we were in bed. Kira knew what that meant, as we always saved our sex talk for bed, when we could be naked and alone together.
So, later that night, there we were in bed together. We like to start out slow and easy, both of us wearing nightgowns. We moved closer together, feeling each other’s body heat, until we were just an inch or two apart, our faces so close. We looked in each other’s eyes, by the moonlight streaming in through the window - it was so romantic! I started telling Kira about the events of the day, just as I had told her about my initiation.
And just as had happened with her that time, Kira started kissing my face while I talked, then kissed her way down my body, me talking all the while, getting her, and me, hot. We started side by side, then I lay flat on my back while Kira kissed her way down my body, through my nightgown, the story getting hotter and hotter, just like the two of us.
Kira went all the way down to my feet, then she started kissing ME, meaning my skin, not the dumb ol’ gown, first taking each of my toes in her mouth and sucking on them like they were each little cocks. She does that only sometimes, but she already had me cumming by then. Then she moved aside the frontpening gown just a little, and kissed up my legs, each side of my calves, and my shins. The most exciting thing is that, while she’s kissing me, she’s stripping me naked in slow motion, from a completely night gowned teenage girl, to a completely naked dripping slut, by the time she finishes.
Anyway, she slipped my nightgown off my thighs, and my little pussy was now exposed, but Kira took her time, kissing my lightly tanned thighs, both on the outside, then the fronts of my thighs, lots of little kisses, with a little tongue here and there. Then, pushing the nightgown to either side of my hips, kissing along my hipbone on both sides, teasing my pussy and clit, that she knew damn well were begging to be kissed and licked. But Kira’s a lot more patient than I am. She moved the nightgown off from over my navel, and at least she fucked my inny navel with her tongue, which felt good, but didn’t make me cum. I was getting more tightly wound with the teasing.
Just when I got to the breast sucking part of the story (remember, I’m telling the story with Nicole and Maria that I just told you), Kira moved the night gown off my breasts, my nipples standing erect, of course, begging to be sucked. So, Kira did, but gently, softly, not hard and hurty like I wanted her to, which just made me that much wetter and excited. God, she’s such a bitch when she plays with me!
By this time, at least my whole front is naked and ready to rocket off at the slightest touch. So Kira gets off the bed, takes off her night gown, and I could see that she was naked. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, and in the moonlight, she looked like a black and white photograph of the greatest model or actress or whatever you can think of that you think is most beautiful, and my heart ached at the sheer magnificence of my sister. She pirouetted for me, knowing my eyes were riveted to her fantastic, feminine body, and her wanting to please me, too.
I could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight, as she gently fingered herself there, standing next to our bed, her fingers slowly pulling her cunt lips apart, showing me her shadowy pink interior, now rendered as a gray charcoal sketch, but her pussy fragrance filling in the blanks in what I could see in the dim light. I could hear her finger making sloshing sounds as her pussy approached its limits of how much of her moisture it could contain, before SHE would explode in pleasure.
When she brought herself to the heights of sexual readiness, as ready to cum at a stray breeze as I was, Kira carefully crawled back onto the bed, her head down by my pussy, but a foot above it, her sweet, sweet snatch above my head, a mile and twelve inches away. Then, when Kira judged the moment to be right, she whispered, “Emily, I love you,” and descended on me, her mouth immediately devouring my pussy, liquid bursting forth from my sex in an instant as I came time after time, beyond belief or memory, her wet, unbelievably fluid and hot center on my mouth, greedily demanding that my lips, tongue and mouth worship her, and me striving to please the holiest of all women, and, Kira be praised, me succeeding, my beautiful, wondrous sister whose name is Love, cumming and cumming and cumming without end, spraying her fluid onto me, her blessed sister.
In that act, lies the perfect moment of my life, the one time on my death bed that I will look back and say, “That moment was perfect.” And in that act lies the curse of my life, the one time that will torture me forever so long as I am condemned to trudge this blasted world of ash and cinder.
For I love my sister Kira, with a love blistering hot. I must be hers forever, serve her forever, or die trying. I want to be my sister’s wife forever, I want to bear her babies, as many as she desires. Do anything for her, serve her in heaven and on earth, seek only to bring her pleasure. I love Kira. Not as a sister, though I do, but as her lover, her mate, and I will never, ever love another like that.
And Kira loves me only as a sister.
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Surely, another golden statuette wouldn’t hurt, would it? Words to live by as the adventuress leaned into the alcove in the abandoned temple to try and snatch the suspiciously-gleaming idol, giving it a oncever before stuffing it in her travel pack. It was obviously some kind of fertility idol, considering the proportions on the clearly female body; not all too surprising, considering how old the temple was and just what it had been used for all those centuries ago. Content with today’s haul, Aleksi turns towards the exit and starts the arduous journey back to the nearest broker brave enough to touch several dozen pounds of golden artifacts. Dragging her haul was, as usual, a pain; the young lizard may be well-toned and fit, but she was still barely 5’5’’ and wearing heavy plate, making for an interesting challenge whenever she needed to drag something her own weight around. This time, however, she seemed to be having an easier time of it, barely huffing at all as she quickly found her way to the temple’s exit, unexpectedly hitting her head on the top of the stone passage after she forgot to duck, almost falling flat onto her tail as a result. Cursing her luck, it takes Aleksi a few moments to realize she wasn’t supposed to have hit the ceiling; she had had plenty of room going in, why was she struggling now? Squeezing through the passage and emerging into the sunlight outside, her questions would be answered once she got a good look at herself outside the dingy penumbra of the temple. Stifling a yelp, the adventuress saw something she’d never expected to see: her own scaly flesh, spilling out from a few of the joints on her legs and arms. She suddenly became keenly aware of how stuffed she was feeling inside of her own armor, but before they could do anything about it, a wave of oddly-pleasurable warmth washed over her, successfully forcing her off her feet and causing quite a racket as she tumbles down onto her loot-filled pack. Aleksi’s armor complains loudly as she sees her legs begin to lengthen in front of her eyes, the pain of growing out of the confines of her protective gear soon nullified as bits and pieces of the plate began to break off, outright flying off a few feet to the side after being bent out of a recognizable shape. Equal-parts alarmed and confusingly aroused, Aleksi had a front row seat to her lower body plumping up and filling out, her supple thighs spilling out from within her adventuring gear, struggling against their confines until, inevitably, the last bit of plate falls off to the side, leaving only the leather underneath… or, well, whatever was left of the leather, filled with rips and tears as it was from her growing form. As the seconds passed, her legs continued to gain inch after inch, her hips thickening and burgeoning outwards against the protests of the last bit of clothing protecting her modesty below the waist. Underneath, she could feel the change reaching her previously-flat rear, flesh multiplying upon itself as it struggled to keep up with her legs’ newfound size.
Above the waist, however, were just as many distracting sensations, with the same uncomfortable pressure building up as her whole body inexplicably grew in all directions. Aleksi’s powerful arms grew incredibly tight before they, too, broke apart the plate surrounding them, her powerful, heavy-set chestpiece riding up her torso as the moments went by, as easily as a cloth shirt being stretched. For the first time in her life, the lizard could feel something on her chest, her almost-nonexistent breasts pressing against the inside of her armor as they, too, began to not only match the growth spurt affecting her body, but to surpass it as well! It seemed as if they wanted to mimic her door-width thighs, making up for all that lost time they spent not being there as cup sizes were blown through as easily as the last pieces of her expensive protective gear were bent into an unrecognizable mess of useless steel. By the time the only thing on her was her increasingly-not-even-there leather armour and the chestpiece hanging off of her, Aleksi’s breasts were halfway down to where her navel would be and still growing! Unbelievable pleasure wracked her conscious mind as her body carried on with its inexorable growth, the lizard’s tail unconsciously wrapping itself around one of her legs, its tip teasing at her nethers without her even noticing. It, too, was lengthening considerably, growing even wider than her immense hips were. More and more she rose above everything around her, the ground becoming ever more distant even in her sitting position, her back scratching against the temple’s stone walls. Below her, the golden fertility idol finally stops shining with its unearthly glow, its job complete, a new host found for its power. Quite some time passed before Aleksi came to, breathing heavily as her head cleared enough for her to take stock of what had happened to her. Struggling to her feet, she almost fell forward before quickly adapting to her newfound center of gravity. The most noticeable difference, all things considered, was her height: from 5’5’’ to easily topping 12’ and matching the mostly-young trees in the woods around her and creating a bit of an issue as she had caved in the entrance to the temple behind her. Her body, meanwhile, was unrecognizable: her hips had flared out to an absurd degree, thighs having been blessed with enough extra mass that each one was easily twice as wide as the door she’d just broken had been. They were soft, incredibly so, sensitive to the touch as she traced her fingers across her smooth, scaly skin, up to an equally-vast, unendingly jiggly rear, each cheek easily bigger than Aleksi would’ve been in her original form, had she curled herself into a ball. Her chest blocked the view of the ground in front of her completely, two enormous, perky, full breasts occupying her chest all the way down close to her waist, easily jutting a couple of feet off each side of her if anyone looked at her from behind. Like her legs, simply existing seemed to send shivers up her spine, Aleksi not even daring to touch them for fear of what direct stimulation would do. At least the chestpiece was still there… though it was more of an undersized chestplate than anything else.
Down below, the fertility idol gleams brightly, humming softly as it, unbeknownst to Aleksi, once again reactivates. It was time to finish the job.
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After a long wait, here is the fourth part. Sorry for the wait and thank you soo much to all you who have kept up with my stories Hope you enjoy.
Spencer returned through the lobby with his head hung low, the necklace clutched loosely in his paw. He flopped down in one of the cushy, red chairs and sighed. Daishu wasn't at the address and he thought that he had lost one of the best things he had ever had. Clyde walked over to the distraught roo, placing a sympathetic paw on his shoulder.
"It's ok... I know how you feel, but don't let it get you down. You'll find someone else. There are hundreds of others in here."
Spencer looked to the ground; his ears flopped down leaving a small sliver of his eyes uncovered. "I don't want anyone else...there is no one else for me...he was...perfect. And I threw it away." He took a deep breath and rose from the chair and walked towards the elevator. Clyde let him leave, not wanting to further upset him. Relationships weren't really Clyde's thing, despite how often he had watched them fall apart then try and mend them. In the Yado Chuya hotel, there was always some sort of drama or trial happening.
Clyde went back to his desk and continued his work when he saw Satsuma wondering around aimlessly. "Hey! What are you doing, Satsuma? Get back to work. I'm not paying you to just walk around and do nothing. Go upstairs and clean the Gym. It should be empty this time of day so you wont be...further distracted." Satsuma turned to face Clyde. There was a look of confusion on his face for a split second. He shook his head and smiled slyly.
"Sorry... forgot who I was for a second. Don't worry. The Gym will be spotless before you know it"
Clyde gave him a curious look and then went back to his papers. Satsuma gave a sigh of relief and walked towards the elevator. He looked into the mirror like elevator door and jumped, almost gasping.
"Oh yeah...I guess I did forget who I was for a second there." Daishu still had to get used to looking in a mirror and seeing Satsuma staring back at him. The elevator door parted and he got off at the Gym. To his surprise it was empty. Completely empty. He crept slowly among the weights and treadmills feeling a little out of place. The Gym didn't look too dirty to him. A few towels scattered about, dirty mirrors and something spilled in the corner, but other than that, it was clean. The roo sighed and started cleaning. All he wanted to do was be with Spencer and nothing else. 'This must be my punishment. If this is what it takes to see Spencer again, I'll gladly do this a thousand times over.'
A small, almost banging sound came from somewhere in the gym. Satsuma looked around what he thought was an empty gym. He stood up cautiously, his fur standing on end. "H-Hello? Is someone there?" A scraping sound echoed from the locker room. Something deep down told him to run, but his curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, he made his way over to the locker room entrance.
The smell of water and wet fur that lingered in the room enticed Satsuma's nose. A low murr soon echoed from somewhere nearby. Satsuma turned the corner and a certain, musky smell hit his nose. He looked around and saw something that he didn't expect to see. A green dragon had a lion pinned to the ground. Both were moaning and the dragon was steadily thrusting his lengthy cock into the lion's tailhole. Satsuma ducked quickly back behind the corner, but he had already been spotted.
"You can join...if you want" the dragon panted. Satsuma stood against the wall, not entirely sure what to do. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear the dragon.
"Talking to yourself again, Dante?" came the lion's pant
"No. There's a roo behind that wall over there. I saw him looking on and thought he might be lonely."
There was a moment of silence and then the lion spoke again. "Well come out then. We don't bite...unless you like that." Satsuma peered around the corner and saw the dragon's cock fully inside the lion. Both were panting quite heavily and looking up at Satsuma. The lion smiled and was the first to speak.
"My name is Kevin, and this fine dragon ontop of me is Dante." Kevin ran a paw over Dante's scales lovingly. Satsuma was surprised that Kevin was having a conversation in the middle of sex. Though he was even more overwhelmed that the two had stopped what they were doing and invited him to join.
"And you're name would be..." asked Dante. Satsuma blinked, snapping back to reality and smiled. "Oh, sorry... My name is D-...I mean Satsuma"
There was a brief silence and Kevin flipped over, moaning softly as he twisted around the large dragon cock. When he gathered himself, he looked up, now on all fours, and asked "So, Satsuma...do you want to join us?"
Before he could answer, Dante reached his claw up and with one movement, slid down Satsuma's pants. "Of course he wants to join."
Satsuma looked around and threw off his shirt. He saw Kevin's member dripping with pre and soon found his own sheath bulging. Kevin reached a paw up and slowly began rubbing Satsuma's sheath, bringing him to his knees. Satsuma moved under Kevin, feeling the lion's rock hard member pressing lightly against his tailhole causing him to give a slight shudder. He felt a pair of soft, scaly claws run down his chest and along his steadily emerging member. Satsuma still wasn't completly sure he wanted to do this but before he could object Dante grabbed tightly around his hips and thrust deeply into Kevin's tailhole, forcing Keven to slide his lengthy member deeply inside the roo's waiting hole.
Kevin moaned and wrapped his arms around Satsuma, pulling himself deeper into Satsuma's warm, tight tailhole. Dante's claws slowly worked their way over Satsuma's now throbbing member. The three moved in perfect sync, causing a chain reaction of pleasure throughout their bodies. Satsuma moaned out and slowly moved his tail up to slide it into Dante's seemingly lonely tailhole, forcing past his tight pucker. This caused Dante to writh and thrust faster which served to increase the lust of the other two. The mass of fur and scales rocked back and forth as one. The thrusting and moaning increased as all of their climaxes neared. Satsuma thrust his throbbing member deeply into Dante's slicked paws as Kevin's cock pulsated deeply inside him. Dante gave a large thrust and his hot dragon seed flooded into Kevin's tight lion hole. The orgasm flowed like a tidal wave, sweeping from Dante to Kevin and finaly to Satsuma. They all panted heavily and collapsed ontop of Satsuma.
They laughed and slowly pulled free, giving satisfied murrs. Satsuma grabed Dante's paw and licked his warm roo cum off the scaled fingers. Dante smiled and rubbed under Satsuma's chin.
"Cute little thing, isn't he Kevin?"
Kevin nodded, stretched, and stood up. "That he is, but you can't keep him...remember what happened last time you had a pet? Besides, we should all get cleaned up. I'm sure the little roo has to get back to work."
They all walked to the showers and washed away the heavy smell of musk from their bodies. Satsuma wasn't used to showering with others but since he had yiffed them then it didn't really matter what else they did. He was starting to get comfortable with the whole carefree attitude of the hotel. He was begining to like it. They all idly talked and got to know eachother while their showers wrapped up. Satsuma slipped into his bellhop outfit and bidded his new friends farewell. They all promised to meet up again sometime soon. Satsuma finished picking up around the gym and headed toward the elevator just as two rather buff lions strod into the gym. They shot Satsuma, Dante, and Kevin suspicious looks but then continued to the weights.
Satsuma waited in the elevator as it decended to the loby. He needed to find out what next to do. The faster he got things done, the faster he could find and be with Spencer. The mirror like doors parted and he was flooded with the bustling sound of the loby. He walked slowly through the lobby, a few random furs smiling and licking their lips, examining him closely before waving. Satsuma blushed and waved nervously back wondering what type of life Satsuma must've lived. A skunk crept up behind him and gave him a firm slap on the rear and whispered in his ear.
"Hey there sexy little roo. Hard to keep track of you. Care to finish what we started the other night?" The skunk's voice was heavy with lust and his paws ran along Satsuma's thigh and around his tail base, giving his rear a light squeeze. Satsuma jumped and felt uneasy and yet pleased at the same time. Despite his better judgement, he gave a soft murr and looked up at the slightly taller skunk.
"Sure...just not right now...later tonight, ok?" and with that, Satsuma leaned up and kissed him softly and walked off toward the main entrance. Clyde was situated behund his desk as usual, filing papers and scribling down notes on a large notepad. His eyes shot up from the papers and fell upon Satsuma and he raised his hands up frustratingly into the air.
"There you are! I wouldn't think that cleaning the gym would take that long. I guess it wasn't as empty as I thought. You really should show some restraint and don't go yiffing everyfur that's nice to you or gives you a tempting look. I don't want to see you get hurt."
Satsuma only nodded and scratched behind his head. "Yes but I didn't do anything. I just watched and then they pulled me in."
"You never do anything do you? Like the time I caught you litteraly with your pants down in the water park. What was it then?... Oh yes! You're swimming trunks fell off after diving in and that otter was just drying you off. Now, do you think you could keep your pants on long enough to take this food to room 3650? And get back here quickly. I need you to do a few more things before the end of your shift, ok?"
He handed Satsuma a small plate covered with a wide silver lide and rushed him through the doors. The numbers '3650' were imprinted on the lid. Satsuma studied it carefully. He had the strangest feeling that he remembered the number from somewhere. He just didn't know where. Then, after a few more moments of gazing upon the number it hit him. He knew where he herd that number before. It was Spencer's room number. He all but ran to the elevator and once again felt once again felt great anticipation and felt a great urn for the elevator to decend. He hopped in and pounded the button and bounced on the balls of his large feet.
When the dorrs parted, he rushed through the hallway and knocked on the door furiously. There was some rumbling behing the door and the soft click of a lock opening and the door slowly opened. Spencer stood half awake in the door way. The rest of the room was darkened and his fur was a little messed. He had nothing on but a pair of pale blue boxers and his eyes were slightly blood-shot. The fur around his eyes was matted down and it was apparent that he had been crying for some time. Satsuma handed him the plate and tried hard to keep himself from pouncing dispite Spencer's obvious depressed state.
"Room service...how are you doing Spencer?" he smiled happily as it grew harder to restain himself. Spencer seemed to be in a stupor and took the plate, stepping in for a second to set the plat on the bed before returning to the door way, leaning against it for support. He gave Satsuma a fake smile and spoke softly.
"Daishu's gone...he was one of the only furs that I truely loved...I'm so stupid..."
"It's going to be alright. You'll find another."
"No I won't. You don't get it...I lost the best thing that ever happened to me...All because I went and kissed you...and he saw...and now he's gone. I'll never find anyone like him. He was perfect..."
Satsuma stepped close to him and placed his arms around him and kissed him softly, wanting to press deeper into the kiss but fearing the conciquences if he did. Spencer relaxed a little and Satsuma could taste alchohol on his breath. Spencer gently pushed Satsuma away and took a step back into his room.
"No. I can't...it caused me so much trouble last time..."
"Don't worry...nothing will happen. I wont let it." Satsuma placed his paws on Spencer's furry chest and stepped into the room. He closed the door slowly with his thick tail and kissed Spencer once more and searched around for the light switch.
"Satsuma don't..."
"You can't just sit here in the dark, now can you?"
The light flicked on and illuminated the room. Empty beer bottles were scattered around the floor and two knives laid askew on the bed. The necklace Spencer had planned to give Daishu was rested next to the blade points. Satsuma looked shocked and stared at Spencer, slightly confused.
"What is all this? What were you doing before I came here?"
Spencer didn't answer. He just quietly moved over to the bed and sat down, eyeing the blades carefuly. He picked one blade up slowly, turning it and watching the light dance and reflect off the cold metal. The glint of the metal seemed to entrance him as he twirled it in his paw. For a moment, he seemed oblivious of Satsuma. The horror of what Spencer planed to do slowly sunk in and Satsuma slowly walked over, placing a paw on Spencer's leg.
"Spencer...put the knife down. You don't want to"
"Don't tell me what I do or do not want to do." Spencer jerked his leg from Satsuma's touch and glared at him through watering eyes and gave a quick laugh. "You have no idea how I feel. To you, I was just some afternoon fun, just like all the others you've been with... I know because I was the same way..." His head hung low and his body fell limp as if all the energy had suddenly been sucked from the distrought roo. "That is until I met Daishu." He spoke softly just above a whisper.
Satsuma suddenly regreted his deal with Ketsu and wished he had just went back to the hotel. Now he was on the verge of losing his one and only love and there was little he could do to stop it from happening. A wave of dispare washed over him and he had never before felt so helpless. He gazed deeply at Spencer and flashes of the past few days played through his head, giving him a new sence of meaning. He had broke free from Ketsu and Toby then made a pact with Ketsu and all of that was for Spencer. Satsuma could not let all that effort go in vaine. He was so close. He would not lose Spencer, not again. He grabed the knife in Spencer's paw, gripping it tightly by the blade, wincing as a small trickle of blood ran from his paw. "I wont let you do this."
Spencer turned, a little shocked at Satsuma's actions but still held a firm grip on the knife. Satsuma leaned up and kissed Spencer deeply, rubbing the back of his head. The kiss only lasted a second, but it seemed a lifetime to Satsuma. The two roos stared deeply into eachother's eyes, each peering into the other's soul. Spencer saw something familiar that he couldn't quite make out in Satuma's eyes. Something different from the kiss they shared in the food court. He felt a sence of happieness and love that he had only felt around one other fur... Daishu. Spencer's eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he jumped back, dropping the knife and nearly falling off the bed.
"It can't be...You're not...Are you...D-Daishu?" Spencer stammered, the dispare lifting a little from him. Satsuma wasn't sure what to do. He knew that if anyone were to discover that he was Daishu then the pact would be voided and would require a sacrifice. But could he convince Spencer that he was not Daishu? Even if he could, would he want to? Spencer scooted closer to Satsuma, lacing his paws with Satsuma's and looking deeply into his eyes, searching for any confirmation to his question. He smiled and hugged Satsuma tightly, crying onto his shoulder.
"I know it's you, Daishu. My love...I can feel it in my very soul." (to be continued...)
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(M tf Wolf)
Remus was a bit of a knucklehead. He did well enough in school to graduate juuust barely. What he lacked in intelligence though he had in looks. He took good care of himself and would often space out while working out and listening to audio books. If you asked him a fairly simple math question he couldn't tell you the answer, but ask him about a fantasy novel that came out in the last ten years and you bet he knows. He won't win a talent contest, but he could probably snap your arm off in an arm wrestling match.
Unfortunately with no particular talents or intellectual focus, this left him with limited options when looking for a job. He was pretty charismatic, so he tried to some podcasts, trying to become a content creator on the internet. It was a job that took a lot of time and dedication, but was not very hard to do, and was mostly reliant on luck and word of mouth. Unfortunately the podcast scene was a bit over-saturated, and few listened to his. So then he decided to maybe try streaming games. The problem there was he only streamed classic games, because current games are expensive and the whole reason he is streaming in the first place is to get money. But not too many people were floating around the streaming services to watch a 25+ year old video game. But this was when the answer finally found him. On one of his low populated streams one of the women watching asked him if he would take his shirt off for a tip. Remus shrugged and did it, and she dropped him a $10 tip. Short while later, she asks what else she can convince him to take off, and several other viewers chime in. Remus jokingly said it was against the rules of the streaming site and he would have to go over to another place to stream that, and the woman offered him $100 to do it.
So, long story short, now Remus streams regularly on TO2TO; Take Off To Turn On. Every two or three days he will pop on, listen to some slow bassy music, talk a bit to the viewers and do a little strip show and masturbate on camera, and make enough money to scrape by the rest of the month in a single stream. He was pretty good at hiding it, but even now after having done it many times Remus was still terribly embarrassed. He always told himself they are the ones looking at it for porn; they are the ones who paid him to make this happen. Maybe it was that little bit of extra tension from his embarrassment that helped fuel him. A subconscious turn on perhaps. Whatever the case- the formula worked. His avatar and identity as PackLeader also evolved more from his audience than from himself. They noted the wolf poster on his wall in the background and a wolf sticker on the side of his PC tower, and eventually they started calling him a wolf, and spamming a wolf emote in chat when he hit climax. So eventually he called himself PackLeader and his audience were his pack. For a pretty absurd amount of money they even convinced him to get a tattoo on his shoulder because he had been talking about always wanting one but never having the balls to settle on anything to get. So they paid for it many times over to get a tattoo of a wolf biting into a full moon as if it were a dog catching a Frisbee. He thought that would be the extent of it, but today a package arrived for him one of his bigger fans ordered for him. With no idea what it could be he was half afraid to open it and even listened to the package before opening it to see if he could hear ticking. What he found inside was a dildo! And not just any dildo, a canine phallus. It was made of what looked like black latex rubber and what he passed off as a manufacturers seal of some sort around the base of the phallus; was actually a spell inscription. Long forgotten was another discussion with his fans over the use of transformative magic in his streams. Some porn sites had stepped it up a notch and catered to more exotic fetishes, using magic to transform and show off more bizarre forms. Remus told them he was not against the idea, especially since such spells are all temporary- but he did not have that sort of money. Even a quick transformation spell you were looking at quite a bit of money. You could transform for much cheaper if your purchased the runes and stones to do it yourself, but then you were looking at a gigantic price to buy those in return for easy transformations from then on.
And so while he was a bit nervous to try such a thing on stream, it would seem rude not to. They were paying for a show, and had paid for the toy too. He asked in chat who was the one who sent the toy but no one person came forward. He had never used anything other than a finger to stimulate his prostate before so he leaned back quite a bit in the chair, and angled the phallus so the suction cup on the base snagged enough on the chair seat to hold it still, even though the canine cock was tilted almost horizontal at his butt. The seat of his chair was fabric so it would not have stuck normally anyway. Nervous to try an actual toy, and doubly embarrassed now to put on a show with it. There was something about putting an actual phallic object in him that seemed even more embarrassing than usual. It was not that he was against the idea though. As usual, in on window he had porn open in the other his stream and chat. There was one particular old porn flick he always went back to about a woman getting lost in the woods and being ravaged by wolves, who of course have sex with her instead of eating her. It was an older film so they did not have the magic or budget to pull off real wolves- it was actually just dressed up dogs. Still, the fantasy was real in his head. Holding his body in that pulled back, bent over position took concentration, so without even thinking about it, he slid the dildo in further as he relaxed and worked over his shaft. He could feel the pressure approach his actual prostate as the dildo pressed in on the tubing connecting it all, and the pressure was felt as a firmness that followed all the way up to the tip of his actual shaft. The dildo was not very big, and the knot subdued so it was not that difficult to get it in. It was actually just the right length to sit nicely against his prostate once the knot popped in. What he was unable to see though was the runes around the base start to glow- his audience had a great view though.
Remus' camera was on his monitor pointed almost straight down, so with his chair pushed back a bit to put his feet up on the edge of the table, his face was a bit out of the picture. The audience had a great view of his solid abs and dick, and because of the way he sat this time- his ass too. To Remus it felt like his insides were sucking in a bit, as if trying to milk the dildo for all its worth. He actually let go of his penis and just loosely held it in place with his thumb only to make sure he did not go over the edge so quickly. Pre glistened on the head, leading a trail down onto his lower gut just under his navel. What he felt was actually the phallus itself growing! Now that the runes activated, it was swelling to perfectly fit his insides. He squirmed and moaned as the canine dick dug deeper. He noticed something amiss when the knot at the base started to swell up too. It was quite subtle when he put it in but suddenly he could feet the steep difference in girth! As the cock swelled even larger, he could feel it working its way up and seen a slight bulge in his lower gut where it was prodding him on the inside! When Remus concentrated he could actually feel veins throbbing on its surface! It was latex rubber when he put it inside of himself but it now very much felt like a flesh and blood penis inside of him! In a bit of panic he grabbed the suction cup on the base and tried to pull it out, but as if in reaction to his resistance the knot swelled even larger! Since its in charge of keeping the gates closed; the sphincter is the final ring of muscle at the end of the anus, and does not stretch nearly as far as all the rest of the muscle ribs, so if the object grows too big on the opposite side of it- it gets stuck. He tried to relax his butt as much as possible, took a deep breath and grabbed the base and yanked again! Again, it grew quickly to defy him, and the spherical shape of the knot grew so large it actually slid even further up into him, pulling the suction cup at the base flat against his anus so he could not even grip that properly!
It was so gigantic now he could not keep his torso bent like that, because the solid shaft of meat was forcing his lower body straight. It was throbbing quickly now, Remus could tell it was about to climax- assuming it had that ability, since it lacked a prostate or balls. When he straightened his torso a bit more he momentarily seen stars in his vision as his poor prostate managed to pop out from around the gigantic knot, and fit perfectly into the crook between knot and shaft! Remus groaned as he too was approaching climax, but the dildo got there before him apparently! He could feel hot heavy waves of thick, sticky fluid blasting out from the dildo and coating his insides like a layer of paint! It was not cum though- there was no where for semen to come from! His own dick started to shoot ropes of cum straight up into the air because of his position, just clearing the edge of his chair but not reaching his table. He felt his prostate throbbing harder than ever before, thanks to the dildo cradling the side of it. His orgasm also did not taper off when he thought it would, it just kept going! Remus was getting breathless as he concentrated on his unusually long orgasm, not even watching the cheering in chat- or hearing the chime from donations coming in at an almost constant pace! It felt like something flowing into his prostate even as it emptied out! Whatever the dildo was ejecting was not only filling his guts, it was somehow saturating through his intestinal lining and getting into his prostate! Now the urethra stiffened further than usual and the continuing flow of cum felt like it was dragging more on the inside! Was he was feeling was actually a separate sensation entirely- his urethra itself was growing.
The urethra of Remus' shaft started to grow longer than the shaft itself, pulling outward and causing the glans to deform to keep up. It formed a bit of a point on the end of his penis now, which caused the dip on his helmet shaped glans to become much more extreme and turn into a slight divot. It did not take a rocket scientist to recognize the shape it now had, so even Remus caught on- that is the head of a canine phallus! His dick seemed to scrunch up a bit with a very odd feeling. The outward pressure increased and because the cum was still flowing through, it almost felt like his cum was forced back in for a split second before able to resume. His dick became very slightly shorter but tremendously fatter, making it almost bulb shaped! He was confused a moment before Remus' head bucked back as he moaned loudly at his ceiling and his dick started to lengthen; but only from the foreskin onward- the shaft below the foreskin remained bulb shaped! This caused his pleasure to spike to near-painful levels as the nerves were forced to stretch quickly to keep up. The veins under the surface became more and more visible, looking like a complex web of thin purple as the color of the shaft itself turned redder from the increased blood flow. The flow of cum slowed to a trickle, but the powerful throb of pleasure in his shaft prevented it from going soft just yet. His pubic hair was trimmed back quite a bit since he was showing his junk off to an audience regularly, but now it quickly grew back- thicker but not so much longer. What had been subdued pubes instead grew in as thick pale grey fur, and encapsulated his balls as well. Once they were snugly wrapped in their fur blanket, his balls gave a few pleasurable pulses of their own and grew a bit themselves. The fur then spread up his shaft to the end of his foreskin before finally stopping! Remus groaned in a bit of discomfort at the foreskin of his dick felt like it was being stretched too far. When he looked down he seen the bulge at the base had grown even more massive, like half a softball on either side of his shaft. He grabbed the foreskin and pulled it back- it took some effort because of the size of the object inside of it but he managed to do it. Once it was halfway out the roundness allowed it to pop fully out with ease- it was a huge canine knot! His foreskin was now a sheath! That means his sheath alone is almost as long as his cock used to be, on top of a softball sized knot, and then a full canine cock on top of that. His penis in this form was around three times bigger than it was as a human!
Now if you think he would be able to settle down at this point, you'd be wrong. While it may have taken some time to explain, that transformation only took the span of a whole 45 seconds of his time, and there was still plenty going on in the rest of him. As the fluid pumping inside of him climbed impossibly higher from the dildo, it caused his organs to squirm and change along the way. Remus could not see, but the suction cup on the very base started to deform, getting pulled into him further almost looking like it was forming an opening of its own! His torso started to feel even more stiff and awkward as his organs churned, forcing him to burp a few times unexpectedly as trapped air was forced out from all the movement. It almost felt like the liquid was gushing up into his stomach now! That was impossible though... right? There was no way it held that much, and if that much liquid was trapped in his lower body it should be in considerable pain from the weight of the dense fluid. But he could only feel where the liquid level currently was- as if it were a single wave travelling slowly up his body, rather than a steady flow filling him. The suction cup pulled in and completely vanished- the shiny smooth surface slowly fading into his skin which was also black there now too- as if the dildo had been absorbed into his flesh. His anus thanks to this was now mildly triangular in shape... a canine anus. You could now stick something else up there- the dispersal had been cloaked in all the other feelings around it so he did not notice fully or have the time to think on it; but there was no longer a dildo inside of him. The wave of magic fluid flowing up him was all that was left of it, the rest had already been converted and absorbed. The fur in his crotch slowly started to spread. His tail bone started to wiggle on its own into a thick little fuzzy nub. Finally his erection started to leave, the knot shrinking down first before the shaft itself was dragged back into its new fuzzy home.
Remus tried to reach for the edge of his table but could not bend his torso right now. He took his legs off the table edge and rocked into a proper upright position and as soon as he did he jumped a bit in his seat as he heard a sharp pop from his hips that sent a vibration up his entire skeletal structure. His thighs folded closer together, and then became wider! His thighs were just as thin but more wide, making them a bit more disc shaped as his hip bones folded, making his pelvis much deeper but more narrow at the same time! Because of how his leg bones joined his pelvis, this made his femur seem shorter than it had been, even though its actual size was the same. He wiggled his feet and Remus' eyes widened as he seen them start to stretch much longer! His tail bone stretched even longer, the fur on it becoming a bit bushy now, and much darker grey than his crotch. He rocked forward a bit, and unintentionally helped himself by pushing down on the chair with his still forming tail. Remus was going to ask chat how far this transformation was going, because someone in chat was the one behind it, but as soon as he tried to use his voice it felt like the liquid surged up into this throat! His neck felt strange and became a shape longer and the wave surged up into his mouth! He clamped his mouth shut thinking he was going to throw something up but only the feeling of the wave entered his mouth- there was no actual fluid at all. The changes exploded in strength however, following closely to the wave! It was slow to take his limbs because they were much further out from the initial flow, but the flow directly entered his mouth!
The pressure started in top and bottom jaw, causing him to groan through grit teeth. The audience spammed his wolf emote even more as they watched the glistening surface of his teeth expanding! His teeth started to grow, more toward the base, causing them to also sharpen into fangs at the ends. As the ends narrowed the teeth started to slide against each other and fit together like a jigsaw puzzle rather than sit on each other's points. This forced his face to stretch to make room however. The end of his nose compressed to not stick out as far forward, which caused the very bottom to push further down to be level with his upper lip and the flesh rapidly started to darken and become textured. Remus let out several odd sounds like a mix of a howl and a growl mixing to try and produce English, but failing. The bridge of his nose expanded greatly, but started to flatten down a bit as well. This caused the bridge to simply equalize and vanish into the overall expansion of his entire skull as his face dragged out longer. He snapped his teeth together several times, trying to appease the muscles in his jaw feeling cramped from rapid growth. Remus leaned further forward without quite meaning to, which put his growing muzzle even closer to the camera- but still allowing the audience to see on either side of it how his arms were now turning. A shadow of coming fur started to creep down his arms and his hands stretched further. His digits became plumper causing them to squeeze together more, and the base of each finger as well as the tip swelled downward into a squishy thick pad of black skin to protect against walking on the ground. While his fingers followed the rest of the hand, his thumb remained where it was causing it to regress from the rest and turn into a nearly useless dew claw that could not even reach the actual ground.
As the fur wrapped around his torso his midriff and ribs started to equalize, and his muscle structure shifted so his abs were no longer quite visible. When the nipples and areola on his chest started to fade away, six dots appeared along his stomach area. On a male canine discolored spots are the only indication of nipples at all- they do not project. Once these changes finished and his fur grew past his belly he was once again able to bend his torso because the muscles were not tensed from change.
Remus' ears twitched on their own as the cartilage inside thinned tremendously and the ears became more pointed and thin, like triangular dishes to cup and capture sound. The muscle from his jaw expansion branched under the surface and created new fibers for the base of his ears that did not even exist before; enabling him to pivot and shift his ears around. As soon as his ears gained mobility they moved down and to the sides- practically facing the floor. He made a cry that unintentionally came out as a loud low 'woof' as he pulled back away from the camera and crossed his eyes in an attempt to see. His entire face started to feel prickly and a bit itchy and he made several comical expressions in reflex. Fur started to grow, but it first grew in, in the same way human facial hair would have grown. So he first grew a short beard, then it spread up his jaw and got very bushy at the sides giving him massive mutton chops, and only then did the fur collapse into the rest of his face in one fell swoop. A bit more noticeable because of their girth were his whiskers. They are more hidden on a wolf than a dog, because wolves have a lot bushier fur than many breeds of dog, but they do still have whiskers. A few tiny ones on his chin, many on either side of his chops and then two on each eyebrow. A near black line of fur traced where his human eyebrows were and divided the white fur underside and front of his face from the darker grey back fur. His hair turned colors to match the fur and regressed till it was the same length, at the same pace the fur around it grew till the two matched. On another canine his blue eyes might have looked off, but on a wolf they were normal. His face finished changing at about the same time his feet finished turning to paws. Then he flopped backward in his chair, flipping his now fully grown bushy tail around to drape off the front and held his arms out limp in front of himself, so the audience could watch along with him as they finished transforming. They were the most remotely connected to the original site of entry for the magic so they were the last to turn.
Remus made a few odd grumbling sounds again trying to communicate, then sat up and flopped himself over to reach the keyboard again. As a wolf he was actually a tiny bit larger than he was as a human. He mashed the keyboard a few times attempting to type messages to chat. He could not divide his digits enough to type with paws. With enough concentration he was able to lift one away enough from the others that he could use the very end of one of his blunt black claws to peck a few messages out to chat. The wolf pack finally had an actual wolf leader! It was quite a sight watching a feral wolf tap out messages on a keyboard while sitting in a gamer chair. The person who sent him the toy never did come forward, but the way people were talking made Remus think it may have been a group effort. Several people probably put together a fund to buy the enchanted phallus and send it to him. It would apparently only last till midnight that night. Of course, they would always have the VOD.
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*All characters portrayed are 18-yearsld or older.*
Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, and after a night desperate trolling from bar to bar, she ended up where she was now: naked and alone on her bed with her sex case open on the bedside, her various toys strewn about. She rolled over and pulled a large black dildo from beneath her and stared at it for a moment, not sure whether to thank him or rue him. Either way, she eventually concluded as she tossed it aside, he'd made her cum.
She got up and did a quick fix of her thoroughly JBF-ed hair, put on her robe and went downstairs to make coffee. On the machine she saw that it was 10:15, and she felt only a twinge of guilt for wasting a few precious Saturday morning hours on her self-indulgent Friday night binge. Walking down the hall she opened the front door and did a quick scan for the paper, wondering whether or not she'd have to do her own little walk of shame to retrieve it. Seeing no sign of it she stepped out and checked the shrubs, finally finding it ten feet from the door, wedged in the junipers. "Fucker," she said out loud as she bent over to retrieve it. When she stood up and turned around she noticed an attractive young woman three condos down staring at her. It wasn't anyone she knew, and couldn't imagine any of her mid-life neighbors entertaining a girl that young, but remembering how she was dressed she gave a quick wave and stepped back inside, only slightly mortified.
Ten minutes later as she sat at the table blindly reading the paper, the doorbell rang. Her first impulse was to ignore it, but then she remembered the pretty girl and put it together. Her second impulse was to ignore it again, sure that she'd only be asked to contribute some silly amount of cash to this or that silly cause, but then remembered that not only had she been seen, there was an attractive opportunity standing on her porch. With nothing better to do with her lonesome morning than read the paper, she got up and went to the door.
"Hi," said the perky young thing, plain and pretty in her no-nonsense jeans and high school jacket. She spoke of being with some sort of music program at such and such school, raising money for a trip to someplace uninteresting and blah, blah, blah. All Susan was thinking about, as she stood in the open doorway leaning against the jamb in her slightly opened robe, was this charming girl's jeans, her darling jacket, and what she might find underneath if she either asked nicely or donated enough money. At some point the girl stopped talking, and she found herself on the awkward end of a long silence. Her alpha-female kicked in and told her just what to say.
"Absolutely, honey. Come on in for a second and we'll see what we can get for you." She stepped back and extended her arm into the entryway, ushering the girl in and opening her robe further, all in one graceful motion. She shut the door, but didn't bother doing the same with her robe as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.
"Come on back, dear, it's fine. You've seen me twice now in my worst Saturday morning get-up, so there's no embarrassment left between us. Have a seat, I'll get my check book." The girl followed along to the kitchen, but only stood still, looking about, unsure, as Susan opened a drawer and searched for a moment or two before finding the thin leather fold beneath a mass of jumble papers. She came back over to the table and plopped down into a chair, shifting open her robe again that much more. Her ample breasts were now clearly visible, and the correct lean would create quite a show.
"Sit, darling, really," she insisted, taking the girl's hand and pulling her to the chair opposite her. "Let's talk this thing through for a minute and see how much you can make today." The girl fell into the chair with a silly grin on her face, amused by this woman's mildly antic behavior, her casual charm, and in the back of her mind, her confident, womanly attractiveness.
"What's your name, love?" Susan asked, placing her hand over her guest's on the tabletop.
"Um, Katie."
"Well, Katie, how much do you need from me today, exactly?" Her hand lingered.
"Um, it's an open donation. Most people give ten or twenty dollars, but you know, even like five helps me out."
"Uh huh. And how much do you have to raise in total?" She sat back in her chair and folded her arms in a sort of mock seriousness, but more for the effect of pressing her breasts together and shifting her robe. Following the girl's glance she saw that it'd had the desired effect.
"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said, raising her eyes, unaware of where they'd been.
"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said leaning forward, her arms still crossed. She felt the satin slip aside. Oddly, it occurred to her at this point that perhaps the musky aroma of last night's escapades might be overpowering the linger of her perfume on her skin, but that either one would have its own seductive appeal. She reached for her checkbook, casting a waft of her scent as she did.
"I can give you one hundred and fifty dollars, Katie," she said, clicking the pen into action. "Would you like that?"
"Sure!" she said, her face lighting up.
"And would it make any difference if I gave you more?"
"No," she said a little confused. "They only need that much from each of us. They don't need extra."
"Uh huh," she stopped writing and looked up. "What if I were to write two checks: one to the school and one to you, each for one hundred and fifty dollars. Would that be ok?"
"Um, I don't know. What do you mean?"
Susan leaned forward one last time and let her robe fall completely open. She put her hand gently on Katie's shoulder and let it rise up to lightly grasp the nape of her neck as she leaned in to give her a long, slow kiss. At first Katie's lips were still, but Susan's persistence eased them open, and gradually their tongues tickled and merged. When they were both breathing noticeably heavier, Susan finally allowed their lips to part. She looked into the girl's eyes ¬- big pools of brown, unsure but unafraid - and she winked before giving her another quick peck, taking her by the hand again.
..."Come with me, Katie," she said walking her down the hall to the stairs. "Let's make our morning worthwhile." Once they reached the bedroom, Susan let her robe fall away completely, and she immediately reached for the waist of Katie's jeans. "Take these off, little girl," she said, her voice deep with lust. "Take all of it off." As Katie did her best to wriggle out of her jeans without falling over, Susan all but tore the jacket from her shoulders and threw it across the room, then pulled her t-shirt and sports bra straight over her head in one motion. Then she ran her hands down her slim, young body, holding her by the waist in both hands, visually devouring her nubile plaything with all her being. The paleness of her skin, the soft heaving of her buoyant peach-like breasts, her perfect pebble nipples and the taut crimson-brown of her medallion areolae. Further down, the gentle rise of her belly, bordered by the pronounced poke of her pelvis, and the delightfully delicate wisps of her untended, mousy pubis.
She was not beautiful, but she was shapely, almost curvaceous. Grown, but not fully. All the elements of womanhood were there, yet the girl still remained. And the girl was trembling with uncertainty while the woman within was crying out with hunger. Susan could read this in her pretty, plain expression: her pupils dilated, her nipples stiff, her legs slightly apart. Yet her soft, moist lips hung slightly open, curling down at the edges, unable to smile even as the breath passing through them came shallow and urgent.
"Ever been with a girl before, Katie?"
"Kind of," she said in an equally husky but girlish voice. "Once or twice, making out a little."
"Well, this won't be anything like that." She pushed her back on the bed and watched her bounce childlike onto it, following as her hands found her skinny knees and took hold, pressing them apart. Part of her wanted to envelop and comfort the inner little girl, but her own lust demanded her more compassionate side wait. She ran her hands up and down her juvenile thighs, relaxing them open gradually while she lowered her face. She could already sense the musky tang diffusing off her gauzy fur, and she nuzzled her face into its rich, scenty softness, breathing in her youthful aroma. She began with kisses at first, savoring her nuances: the tickle of her fur, the partial parting of her outer lips, and the darker protrusion of her thicker inner crinkles pressing its way through. At its base, the small glisten of her opening, a tiny pink secret exposed. Here is where Susan's innocent kisses stopped, and her tongue came forth, coaxing into the sweet, syrupy nectar of her yielding pussy.
Katie moaned and gasped at Susan's first tantalizing probe, her body stiffening as she felt the tongue gradually invade her, opening her up and sending greater and greater pulses of exquisite pleasure up through her. This was the first time someone had put their mouth on her, and the sensations were almost unreal. She felt Susan's hands on her thighs and lips, parting and holding them while her tongue moved in deeper, and farther up as well, exploring every corner of her tender, aching sex. When she finally made it to her clit she jolted at the intensity of it, shuddering back away involuntarily before calming herself for more attention under Susan's firm grasp. Her legs fell completely apart and her body entirely relaxed as this magic tongue drew her through a sea of pleasure toward a wonderful crest of orgasm. Through the fog of it she heard herself moaning loudly, and felt the tightening grip of hands on her ass, squeezing and holding her hips fast against this wonderful suckling. Then she felt the first finger enter her, followed by a second, and her orgasm went from merely amazing to absolutely mind-numbing. She thought her body might explode as it shuddered and rocked, almost bucking against the woman's face, whose tongue and mouth sucked on her lips as her fingers slid effortlessly in and out curling inside of her and tugging at her soft, melting interior.
For her part, Susan was also fingering her own wet self, massaging her g-spot and palming her clit, trying to play catch up to her lithe little friend who seemed to cum so easily and be so willingly indulged. As the girl's legs finally clamped hard against her ears with the crescendo of her orgasm, she was almost jealous of what was likely Katie's first time reaching such ardent heights. At least she hoped it was, and the thought of it turned her on that much more, pushing her to her own orgasm as she moaned against the quivering pussy she kept sealed to her mouth. She tasted exactly how an older teen should, as with her body, developed but not entirely: clean, delicate, salty sweet and only slightly tart. Focusing on this made her mouth water and her insatiable hunger grow, so much so that when the girl began to relax and her legs sent slack, she seized the opportunity to fold her plaint body back over, lifting her hips straight upwards as her cheeks parted to reveal her second secret opening, found instantly by a greedy, craving tongue.
Katie gave a soft moan of surprise after being folded in half like a rage doll, her mind and body still abuzz. She felt wonderful and willing, almost dreamlike, and opened her legs again to this woman's expertise, but when she felt the first insistent pressure of a tongue on her anus, she instinctively flexed against it and let out a surprised and anxious gasp. But this tightening only seemed to make the tongue more determined, and the unexpectedly strange pleasure of it made her loosen its grip and ultimately yield to its firm, wet intrusion. Here eyes, heavy in delirium, met Susan's, and she now saw deep, dilated pools staring back with pure eagerness behind them. She didn't understand why exactly her ass was such an object of desire, but it felt good to be one, and it was obviously pleasing in return, and Susan smiled even as her tongue moved in and out.
"Was that your first orgasm from a woman's mouth?" Katie nodded and said, "From any mouth."
"And I take it this is the first time your tight little star has been pleasured also?" Another nod, followed by her curling her lips to wet them in an almost indecently childlike manner. "Then I take it you're enjoying it. Maybe as much as I am?" The girl's anus was completely relaxed now, easily surrendering to the smooth glide of the lusty invader. It had its own sweet flavor that made Susan drool and moisten it that much more. She reached up and began to softly massage Katie's clit with her thumb, almost idly, watching her docile face as alternate expressions of wonder and satisfaction moved across it. She really was a rather plain girl, she thought, even as shapely as she was, and finding her here, in this remarkable position, the object of so much lust, was probably the last thing on her or anyone else's mind when she left the house this morning.
"Ready for something really different?" Susan willed herself away from Katie's succulent buffet and climbed up over her, hovering her face inches away as she straddled her left leg over the girl's right. With one full body motion, both lips descended to meet those of the girls, their mouths drawing to a kiss the moment their pussies touched. It was electric for both of them, and Susan let out a deep, heavy sigh of conquest while Katie echoed a similar, softer exhale from the side of subservience. Susan slowly began to grind as their tongues entwined, moving gently at first, but slowly arcing towards a more feverish pitch. When Susan pulled back and sat up to gain better leverage, Katie only gave a wicked, mischievous smile, her mouth open and reaching up in the same manner as her hips. Susan took hold of her left leg and held it against her abdomen, grinding furiously now as they fucked each other with equal ardor.
Susan reached down and took hold of Katie's hand, lifting it up to her full, swaying breast, instructing her to squeeze. "Play with them, little girl. Play with momma's tits while you let her have her way with this wonderful young body of yours!" She reached down and gave the same attention to the firm peaches dancing back and forth on Katie's chest. It was amazing to watch her writhing against the matress beneath her driven by the force of her hips, to see her delicate hands kneading the ample flesh of her breasts, to feel her fingertips brushing her stiff, sensitive nipples. And above all to watch the girl's face, following her hungry eyes as she pored over her own mature body, seeing her mouth open involuntarily as moan after moan of sweet release came out, to revel in her overall expressions of pleasure and excitement, especially as she let herself quiver and cum against the slick, merciless onslaught of their pussies and thighs and buttocks rubbing against each other.
They both came, fast and hard, clamping their bodies even more tightly together and pounding waves of pleasure coursed through them, emanating from essentially from each others pussy. Susan held on tight to the girl's thigh as she slowed and allowed the orgasm to dissipate, and gradually eased herself down next to her, keeping her lips in contact with hers a long as she could before collapsing beside her, sweaty and breathless, but only slightly spent.
After this initial massive surge of passion had driven out all the pent up desire of an older woman's needs and a younger girl's newfound cravings, they lay together on the cool, damp sheets, caressing and kissing, while Susan picked up her scattered toys one by one, and carefully demonstrated, on herself and her friend, how each one was used, into which places it could fit, and the sensations each one could produce.
"You must be an excellent student," Susan said as she slid her big black friend into the girl's prone pussy.
"Uh, sure," came a panting response. A confused but delirious Katie turned her face against the sheets, looking back from her all-fours position, her shoulders pinned. "What makes you say that now?"
"Because you're such a quick and obedient learning," Susan said. "From the very beginning you've gone with everything I've asked, and by that look on your face you're very much enjoying it and committing it to memory, I hope." She urged the dildo in more forcefully just to watch Katie's glassy eyes roll back in her head and her pretty little mouth open and shut, gasping with pleasure like a fish gulping air.
They fucked each other like this for hours, taking turns driving each other to an endless array of orgasms, merging their bodies together and sweetly probing their secrets with fingers, tongues, and toys, occasionally taking breaks to caress their sweat covered bodies with delicate hands.
Some time around two they got up and showered, and finally around three pm, with a promise to return and two neatly folded checks in her back pocket, Katie kissed Susan goodbye and all but floated down the street, her mind and body changed forever.
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Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2012
I hope you all enjoy
For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' first.
(http://www.sofurry.com/view/450709((http://www.sofurry.com/view/450709)
The Goat Farm 2
(Jeff's story)
Jeff was your typical High School graduate... Short black hair, skinny, 'wiry' some would say... But when you consider that only about one in fifteen young folks that enter public High School ever make it to the end... Jeff is not the normal young person. He got his diploma in a trade. He's a very good driver. Took to the massive big rigs in no time. Turning, backing up, parking... He could park the huge vehicle quite literally on a dime. So with his newly minted Commercial Drivers License in hand, he got a job at a local lumber company making deliveries. And being the new guy, a young one to boot. He got all the crappiest deliveries, in the oldest crappiest truck, to the most difficult locations. But he really needed the job, so he kept quiet. His folks, for a graduation present, had all the locks changed and his stuff was on the front step... Seams their government mandated parental duties were fulfilled. Then one day, when he was just getting back from yet another crappy delivery to a stone quarry. He was walking across the lumber yard, trying to beat some of the limestone dust off his clothes, when the foreman hollered from the office. Veering from the path that would have taken him to the showers, he headed to the office. On his way, he noted that a truck was just finishing up being loaded. "What'sup?" He asked the overweight foreman. "Got one more delivery." Jeff looked at the clock, 15 minutes until quitting time. His refusal could cost him his job. "Where to?" "That new country club. And this load got forgotten until now. They've been buying a ton of stuff here, so we've got to keep 'em happy, even if they are a bunch of dumb animals." Jeff looked again at the truck... One of the new ones... Heck it would be worth it just to get to drive sometime besides that piece of shit they gave him. "Sure... Be happy to save your bacon, boss."
The Kangaroo looked at Jeff's CDL and company ID. Scanned both and had Jeff look into a retina camera. "Where's the regular drivers?" "Home or a bar, I guess... I got the overtime load on a Friday." The 'roo told him to wait, and went into the guard shack. After a phone conversation, that Jeff could hear a little bit of... "No the truck is fine and that load is still strapped to it... I'm just doing my job!... If you had done your's, I wouldn't have to check on a new driver." Jeff had hung his head out the window of his truck, admiring the flowers around the guard shack... He gave a slight start with the face of the guard 'roo come back into his field of view. 'Ollie' (The name tag said) handed Jeff a lanyard with two plastic tags. A white one had his full name, a bar code and a magnetic strip on the back. The other was a bright green tag that said "Delivery Driver" and a number. "When you leave, turn in the green one and keep the other one incase you come out here again." Then the kangaroo handed back the invoices for the load and pushed a remote on his vest that made the orange and black stripped stop bar swing up. "Follow the 'B' signs." "Thanks" Jeff said and stuck his hand out... It was the 'roo's turn to look surprised... Taking the offered human hand in his paw, he carefully shook and then released it. With a happy wave, the young man drove into the construction site. Leaving a perplexed kangaroo staring at his paw.
One day in school, for extra credit, Jeff stayed after to meet 6 members from the I.A.O. (Island Animal Outreach) A pair of each of the three animals found on the island. Two hogs, two kangaroos, and two goats. They out numbered the students that stayed. Jeff asked polite questions, he class mates made rude remarks. Jeff looked at the modified hooves and paws... Marveling at each. The animals were fully clothed... Jeff sort'a wished they hadn't been.. he had seen a few photos showing the huge balls that normal boars and bucks possess, and wondered if the 'uplifted' animals bore the same. So while shaking a kangaroo's paw wasn't a common occurrence for Jeff, it was one he had done before and knew what to expect.
Sure enough the road made many splits and Jeff was soon on the 'B' one that led around the massive chalet to a huge barn. Soon he found the area that looked like they were waiting for him. Leaning out of the window, Jeff asked an all brown goat were he wanted the load to go. The buck, dressed in a heavy duty carpenter apron, pointed to a temporary loading ramp. Jeff parked the truck within an inch of the platform. Hopping out of the cab, the human set to work loosening the tie down straps and rolling them up. Suddenly Jeff got the feeling that something wasn't quite right... He stopped and looked around... All the animal workers was looking at him. "Ahhh... Am I doing something wrong?" He asked the group. The goat that had told him where to park spoke up. "All the other drivers never get out of their trucks... We do all the unloading." "Oh.. Sorry I didn't know I wasn't allowed to get out of the truck." Jeff turned to head back to the cab. "You can get out... There's no rule that says you can't... It's just that the other drivers sat in their cabs with the AC going." "But why?... This place is amazing... You guys are amazing... " The human stood looking at the different goats.. there were even a few kangaroos with shop aprons on. Just then a doe goat came out of the office trailer that sat between the barn and main chalet. She was all white with a green summer dress on. She came up to the foreman and spoke quietly to him. He nodded and turned to me as she retreated to the trailer. "Care for a tour of the place? We can get this load for you." Jeff was given a hard hat and he followed the foreman. The place was getting close to being done, but of course all the little details take time. "Another 8 to 9 months the front office figures." Then they wondered over to the barn. It was mostly done. They even had some of the normal animals they were going to have in the 'Farm Encounter'. Wide open floor with a smooth rubberized covering. Along the back they had it set up so there was an open pen inside where food and water was kept, an enclosed stall for cold weather and to just let the animal 'hide out' if they want to. The back of the stall opened to an outside paddock area and past that, for the bigger critters, (Horses, donkeys, cows, who aren't here yet) large pastures. The animals that were already here were 8 hair sheep. (In cold weather they get an undercoat, but in warm weather it sheds, so no need to shear.) A dozen or so goats. (Anglo-Nubian like the goats from the island) And 4 pigs... (Again the same breed as the island pigs, Durocs) They were standing in front of the pig pen when a sow ambled up to them. Jeff asked if he could touch her and the foreman wasn't sure. Just then a doe bounded up. She was a brown with white patches. She wasn't wearing anything. "Hello Robert, showing a guest around?" Just then she noticed my bright green "Delivery Driver" tag. She seamed to get flustered at this... "Oh.. Ahh.. Hello. You got out of your truck." Jeff did his very best to keep from looking too hard at her crotch teats. "Ahh, yea... I seam to be a bit of an oddity in that regard." Robert the buck goat said to naked doe, "The driver was just asking if he could touch the pig?" "Soffie?... Sure, she loves attention." Jeff was happy to be able to turn away from the two goats, to hide his growing erection. He leaned over the low fence and slowly started scratching the sow behind the ear. He noted how soft she was there. Contented grunts came from the pig. "My first time to touch a real pig." Then he realized what he said.. "I mean I've touched a couple of the island pigs.. they came to my school. But as far as one you'd find on a farm around here. This is the first." The two goats had a whispered conversation while Jeff was distracted with the sow. The doe spoke, "That is part of the reason we're going to have the 'Farm Encounter' area here. So people can either relive or get acquainted with normal farm animals... You seam to be someone that would like to visit here." The human gave a slight snort. "I wish... I'm not exactly Country Club material." "Maybe the next time you're out here then." The foreman suggested. "No... I doubt I'll get by here again anytime soon." Jeff sound wistful. "The drivers are all union and seniority gets to pick what deliveries they take... And this is a favored one. So I'll not be back unless they have another screw up and they need someone to work late on Friday." The human could see that the goats were just finishing up unloading his truck. "And I better be getting back... Thanks for the tour, and letting me pet your pig... I'll remember that." The 'up lifted' animals stood around and watched the truck as it drove away. "Think he'll come back?" Molly the naked doe asked the buck foreman. "Yea... did you see the way he was looking at you?... He'll be back."
On Monday just before noon a delivery truck pulled up... Parked about five feet from where it was suppose to park and the window rolled down and a burly arm thrust the invoices out into Robert's hoof. "Where's the young guy?... We asked for him to deliver." "Listen goat.. I don't tell you how to do your job, so don't try to tell us how to do ours." And the window closed.
Jeff had just sat down on a picnic table at a rest stop. He could hear the ticking of the hot metal as his breaks cooled down. His truck, over loaded with granite slabs, had once again made the trip off the mountain, and Jeff was letting things cool before heading back to the lumber yard. His phone chimed... A message. 'Who could that be?"
*'Jeff Scott: We would like to see you after work today concerning a job offer. Your travel expenses will be reimbursed. -- Robert: Capricorn Construction'*
Jeff sat in the guard shack talking with Ollie, while waiting on a taxi. "I went in and told 'em I was giving my two weeks notice... Next thing I knew they had two guys watching me clear out my locker... I couldn't even keep my cap!" The 'roo nodded and stated, "This is a much better outfit to work for." "Yea, I'm quickly finding that out... After spending all morning filling out forums and signing every piece of paper in the joint. I'm now find myself with a lunch per diem in my pocket, waiting on a cab so I can go pick up brand new lease truck I'll be driving for 'em."
Friday of that week, Ollie hopped into the cafeteria, spotted Robert and joined him at his table. After some small talk the 'roo asked... "You know where your new driver goes at night?" "Home?... But it's obvious from your question that's not correct." The big kangaroo nodded... "I did the background check on him, I know he lives not too far from his old job, meaning it's a hell of a long ways from here. Too far to walk, or ride a bike even. No busses, and a taxi... Well even with the better pay you all are giving him, still wouldn't be enough to cover a taxi to and from every day." "So where's does he go?" The brown buck asked. "Last night a patrol spotted a light in his truck... They gave it a 'bounce by' and they seen Jeff in the truck bedding down for the night."
Jeff made his last trip for the day. Robert was waiting next to the time clock for him. "We got something for you I think you'll enjoy." Was all the buck goat would say as he led the human to a part of the barn not quite done. The 'Members' area. Small rooms that the members can request for the night. Never know when a member would have a need for a room over night... Like when the wife kicks him out. Actually these were 'overflow' rooms in case the half dozen in the chalet were all taken. The hallway only had a bare bulb as did the room Robert opened the door to. But inside... It was fantastic... A bed made obviously by the carpenters, 2x6's and 2x8's had been carefully bolted together. Heads recessed, all edges smoothed and sanded. A full size mattress lay on it, blankets were used for sheets, and one was folded up for a pillow. A chair from the cafeteria stood next to it. The walls hadn't been painted yet and the floor was just bare concrete. "Well... it's not very fancy, but should be more comfortable then the cab of the truck." The human was dumbstruck for a few sec, then said. "You did all this for me?... I guess you found out. Come to think of it, I thought I saw a pair of kangaroo ears flash by the truck window..." "You're a good man Jeff. Sometimes dealing with suppliers... well the humans talk about fairness and equality... I'm sure you get some of the hatred because you work for us." Jeff nodded, a little ashamed at his fellow man, some of the things he's heard hadn't been kind. Going out to the truck he brought in his personal stuff. Razor, towel, soap, spare clothes, laptop, and phone. He'd have to figure a way to stop by his old place and get his TV, beat up gaming console and some second hand dishes. Later as the young man lay in his new bed he had to smile... "I'm living in a barn with animals..." Which to him, didn't seam odd or wrong at all.
Since the suppliers were all closed on the weekends there wasn't any deliveries, but the human happily hopped on the little used forklift and was soon moving and stacking material so the carpenters wouldn't have to walk as far to get needed supplies. Later Jeff found out that the island animals don't have the depth perception to safely use the machine. Which accounted for the audience he had for most of the day. Even the seldom seen hogs popped out of their offices to watch. About three, Robert called an early end to the work day. Went over to the human and thanked him for pitching in like that... It was, after all, his day off. On the way to the shower Jeff passed by the pens for the 'normal' animals. Soffie was standing at their usual corner. The human had been spending part of his lunch times petting the pig. So he stopped and was cheered listening to the sow's happy 'oinks'. Molly came by, naked as usual, and told the human that Soffie was used to him and if he wanted, he could hop the fence and get closer to her. Jeff was surprised and a bit honored, Molly really watched over her charges here in the barn. Soffie seamed happy that the human was sitting down on the hay next to her. First thing she did was to stick her flat moist snout into the human's arm pit and snuffle deeply, giving happy grunts and squeaks in the process. Molly leaned over and spoke softly into Jeff's ear. "Human sweat has some of the same chemicals as in boar's saliva... Soffie probably thinks you're a boar that's come to court her." Before the human could say anything, the doe had pranced off to the other end of the vast barn. The young man sat rather stunned until a snout in the ribs brought him back to the job at hand, scratching Soffie. "So you think I'm another hog... Hmm?" The human never tired at all the different happy sounds the sow could make, as he scratched her behind her floppy ears, under her jaw, or between her front legs. Soffie turned sideways and Jeff continued to scratch her dull red hide. Again out of nowhere the naked doe was leaning over them with a stiff bristled brush in her hoof. "Here..." she said thrusting the implement at the human. "She likes this." And she was gone again. Carefully Jeff stroked the brush over the sow's tough skin. Sure enough, the animal leaned closer to the brush. Along her back and down the flat sides of the pig, the human brushed and brushed. He got lower and lower on her side, until he was starting the curve under her belly. But the skin was softer there so he switched back to his hand. He got closer and closer to the line of teats... Should he? "SHE LIKES THOSE RUBBED TOO." came the voice of Molly from several stalls away. The human jumped like he'd been shot! Once his heart left his throat, he began to rub her many teats, as well as the very soft strip of pig flesh between 'em. Soffie finally tired of having her boobs massaged, she turned again... Only this turn presented Jeff with a view of a very pink pig pussy. Figuring Molly was watching from someplace, the young man picked up the brush and again brushed the thick pig skin. Around the curled tail and down both hips. All the while he stared at the pink mound of sex flesh. He knew Molly washed the pigs everyday... She was so very clean... His mouth was dry... He licked his lips, wishing he could...
Jeff wondered to the tack room in a daze... Strange new thoughts were swirling around his brain. He put the brush on a shelf next to similar ones... And wondered to his room. One of the carpenters had built a small desk and left it outside his door. "Like Elves or something." he mused aloud at how things just seam to appear. The human carefully carried the desk inside his room and put it against the wall. Stepping back he saw they had even put a small drawer in it. Pulling it open there was an envelop inside. Opening the unsealed letter... The letter head was from security. From the desk of Ollie North, head of security.
*To: Jeff Scott Subject: Wi-Fi Security would appreciate is you would help beta test the Wi-Fi that will be used here. Please report any loss of signal, or interruption of service to this office. You have unlimited usage. Thanks for your help: Ollie North* At the bottom of the page was a log in name and password.
After supper Jeff returned to his room. He had thought about going to see Soffie again, but he wanted to check a few things out, before his had a second 'date' with the pig.
The laptop battery was nearly flat. (They hadn't made the 'Zero Point' battery small enough to fit in a small device.) So he had to move his new desk slightly so the power cord from his old Dell would reach. At least the job at the lumber yard had paid Jeff enough so that he could afford the fee to get his laptop switched to 'adult' mode, since he was over 18.
Google told him about the reproduction cycle of hogs. And how the boar's penis worked. Youtube showed him the 'mechanics' of how pigs mated. And because the island animals were not 'animals' by law, there was porn with humans and island animals, since it wasn't bestiality.
Actually some of the porn had been made with normal animals. And when the law found out they arrested them, only to find out the new laws were too broad and too vague. So new ones were passed, only the island animals, who weren't really animals, could shag 'normal' animals, because they could 'read' the body language and could tell if the animal was consenting. Then a farmer was turned in by his ex-wife for having sex with a goat... On the stand the farmer said that one of those island goats had come by that very day and told him, that particular doe goat was really wanting someone to shag her. So he did. There's still was no clear law, after all these years.
With all the Youtube vids and the porn, Jeff was able to brush Soffie's bottom without freaking out. Which he did, along with the rest of her, everyday of the following week. Sometimes he'd be out there even after the lights had been turned off. He thought he noticed something Monday... By Tuesday he was sure... Soffie was coming into heat. Her cute pink cunt was swelling. Wednesday he made a bold move, he rubbed his hand over sow's mound. Just a quick swipe... Then longer, lingering rubs... All the while the hog made her happy sounds. Thursday he let his finger slip in the increasing growing pussy... He found her sharp fleshy point of her clit. This brought a squeal of pleasure from the sow. He tried to slip his finger farther into her, but Soffie wasn't quite ready for that and moved away... But as wet as she was, surely her 'standing heat' as the articles had called it, couldn't be that far off. Friday he came to her just after the lights had been lowered to the night time levels. After her normal greeting of deep inhales and snout poking into armpits, she just stopped moving, as if she suddenly was rooted to the floor...
"Could it be now?" the human wondered... He had watch the vids of how a boar 'work' a sow. Nose lifts along her flank, shout bumps around her rear, and finally the chin on her rump. Jeff got up and using his hands the lifted the flesh around her belly, the moved behind her and put his hand on her rump... She stood still. Her vulva was easily twice it's normal size. The human looked around... No sign of Molly. Slipping his shorts off, he had no underwear, the young man now tried to figure out how to get his fully erect eight inch cock, down to her level. Spreading his feet wide apart, he flexed his knees... The sow's cunt was very slick. The fluid fairly bubbled out of her slit. One hand on her back, with the other he pressed his uncut cock head against her puffy lips. They easily opened to let him slide the first few inches in. He stopped to see if Soffie wanted him to stop. What he got was a sow backing up onto his cock, while making happy sounds. There was no lube that could have been as slick as what the pig was putting out. Jeff slid deeper into the silky smooth, oh so warm pig pussy.
The human started to slowly stroke his cock in and out... Damn she was so hot... And Damn she was so smooth... And Damn she had some nice muscles in there. It had been many a month since Jeff had a pussy to fuck. And this one was fucking perfect. He picked up speed... His cock was rock hard as it stroked the animal's cunt... Soon his groin was giving meaty smacks to her bulbous pig butt. With both hands on her hips he held some of his weight off his complaining knees. He wasn't used to being in this position but he was way too far gone to quit now. Faster he pounded her swine flesh... The human wished he had taken his shirt off too, he was getting hot, sweat dripped down his face and onto the hog's back... He breathing was becoming ragged... Close... He was getting close... Squeals and grunts, Soffie was happy... So was the human... With a sharp gasp, Jeff dumped his first load of human semen into the hog... Another stuttering stroke and another blast... Then a third... The forth and final stroke and spurt... He nearly collapsed onto her back, knees giving out... When his softening cock slid from her hole, he rolled off her and into the hay next to her.
Almost at once he noticed a bigger hog approaching them. From his full tusks Jeff knew this was a boar, and could be dangerous for him to be in here. But the animal attention was clearly directed towards the sow and not him. After some greeting grunts and squeals, the huge male wasted no time in putting his chin onto Soffie's rump. Again she stood still and quickly the boar had heaved himself up and onto the sow's back. The pinkish red corkscrew cock was soon thrusting in and out of his belly sheath in search of pig pussy.
After watching countless vids of farmers helping aim boar dicks at sow's cunts... Jeff decided he'd give the boar a helping hand. Scooting closer, he reached out and caught the waving skinny dick and aimed it at Soffie's puffy twat. That the human noted she was dripping his cum. Quickly the osculating cock slipped into the wet pig twat. He saw the boar heave himself farther up onto Soffie's back as his cock slid farther into her.
"Thanks kid." The deep melodious voice made Jeff jump. An island pig! He knew there was a couple her... The male was called Murphy. "She sure is a great fuck, isn't she?" The human could only squeak out a "Yea". Was he caught? Did they even care? The huge island boar sure didn't seam to mind diving into sloppy seconds. Leaning back on the hay Jeff watched the two hogs go at it. He could see Murphy was still stroking his cock back and forth in the sow... But soon his cock must have caught in her cervix and twisted in... And if he was like the boars he'd watched on Youtube, he'd be in her for a quite a while.
Only a few feet from a fantastic sex show, Jeff's cock started to stir back to life. Soon the human was slowly stroking himself as he imagined the boar's cock buried into the sow's griping cervix, making the male pump out his cum into her waiting womb.
There was something stepping on the hay next him and a soft voice saying, "Now there's no need to let this go to waste." And before he knew it, Molly had her hand around his cock, gently stroking it. Her other hand held a bottle of lube that she slathered onto his penis. Then she was over him, her hind legs did that fold that only digigrade legs can do, and she was sliding her cunt down his cock shaft to end up with his balls against ass. A short fluffy tail gave a quick wag, sending her feathery tail hairs to caress his scrotum. The doe gave his cock a squeeze with well trained cunt muscles, and then said, "You got a nice cock." After which, she started bouncing up and down on the human's 'nice cock'.
Leaning foreword, the doe goat rested her hoof/hands on the human's chest, as she rode his cock. Jeff had just gotten into her rhythm, when she stopped, gave a soft bleat, her cunt spasm around his throbbing cock... Then she was back to bouncing up and down on his groin. Looking over at the two hogs, the human was sure Murphy had a smile, and gave him a wink. Having just cum in Soffie, he had a ways to go before he could cum again. But the doe goat didn't seam to mind, she kept up her steady beat, stopping from time to time to do her goat orgasm. The pattern of white patches on brown was dizzying as he watch Molly get off on his hard cock. Laying his head back he just concentrated on the hot goat pussy that was caressing his dick. Every once in a while, one of Soffie's happy squeals could be heard as well as the goat's soft bleats.
Being nineteen, it didn't really take all that long before the human started to feel the tightness gather in his loins. Looking down he watched the goat's pussy lips, pulling out and pushing back in as Molly rode him. With his own lustful groan, the young man gripped the goat around her belly, just above her heaving hind legs and added his own thrusts to their fucking. With a low cry, "I'm goin'a cum!" Jeff pulled the doe down, onto his twitching member. Molly uses her trained cunt muscles to grip the human's cock as it spewed it's white seed up into her animal twat.
For the second time that night, Jeff's orgasm raced through his body, blast after blast of his gooey white cum erupted into the happy doe siting on him... Then... Quiet... Molly slowly lowered herself onto the human's chest. She bent her neck down so she could nuzzle his face and neck. "I'm glad we were right about you." Her voice was heavy with sex, as she whispered the words into his ear.
With two fucking hogs in the background, and Jeff's slowly wilting cock still being milked by the goat's twat. The two quietly talked... Or rather the human listened as the doe told him about how the men on the island made the doe goats 'Sex addicts'. And how they were always on the look out for willing partners. That humans and animals, 'natural' or island animals, could never make young. And even Murphy's fucking of Soffie won't make little pigs, since she was a 'natural' pig. Another trick the men on the island played on them. They wanted to do, and see, lots of fucking, without lots of little ones. The only way she could become pregnant was with an island buck. The two were then quiet. They watched the growing puddle that grew between Soffie's hind legs as Murphy's cum steadily dripped from her puffy lips. "You didn't look all that comfortable when you were fucking Soffie." The doe softly said. "You were watching?" "Sure, I wanted to see if you'd fuck her." The human nodded and since everyone was so cool with him fucking Soffie, he said. "Yea I wished I had something to kneel on, so I'd be the right height. Just then the massive red boar pulled his cock out of Soffie and slid off her back. With what sounded like a very self satisfied grunt, the big male lumbered off. But not before a casual, "Have fun you two." was tossed over his shoulder. Soffie seamed to have had her fill of sex for the night and wondered over and laid on the soft hay.
Both human and doe looked at their still joined genitals. "We seam to be a sticky mess." the goat noted. Molly stood and Jeff got a good look at the pussy that he had been so deeply buried in. Sort of a dusky brown, except where it still gapped open from the girth of his cock being in there for so long, it was reddish pink. A white pearl of his cum dripped from her. Reaching down, she helped the human to his feet. She grabbed her bottle of lube, he snagged his shorts from the fence where he had tossed 'em. The two wobbled to the showers.
Back in his room. Jeff was soon in a deep happy sleep.
Jeff was up at his normal time, and headed towards the cafeteria. But not quite making it. Nora the all white goat doe from receiving, stopped him. "I hate to ask you on your day off, but could you make a trip into town for a small pick up?" "Sure, not a problem." The human was in a very good mood. "Well you'll need to leave right away, the store's warehouse staff leaves at 1:00 on Saturdays." The human changed course and followed the goat to the receiving office to get his paperwork he'd need for the pick up. Just as he was heading out the door to his truck he met Molly, with a plate with three large chocolate chip cookies on it and a large glass of orange juice. "I heard you were having to head out without breakfast, so I got you some cookies left over from last night. And Bill send you a glass of his special juice." Jeff took a cookie from the plate and the glass. "Bill?" "He's going to be the head bartender... I guess you've not met him. He's an all black buck with a really nice set of horns." The human wondered if, 'nice set of horns' was code for something... Since the juice was in a 'glass' glass, he downed it quickly and snagged the rest of the cookies off the plate. "Thanks Molly..." he wanted to say and ask so many things. "You're welcome, now you better get going." She took the empty glass from him. "We'll talk tonight." Jeff headed to his truck, the 'special juice' had a bit of a bitter after taste. He'd better mention that to Bill if he was planning on serving that to humans.
He made it to the store by 12:10. He was glad he didn't make anyone stay over. Especially since it was just one package that he stood on end in the passenger side of the flatbed's cab. If the fast food place hadn't been in the same shopping center, he probably wouldn't have stopped... Seamed his thoughts were returning to last night. He got his sack of food to go and carried it in front of his groin as he walked back to his truck to hide his growing stiffy. Safely in his cab he hit the AC and wolfed down his sandwich. Switching on the motor, he werrrrred back into traffic. He absently munched his fries as he wound his way out of the city. It was after 3:40 by the time he got back. He was so preoccupied with his thought's, he nearly blew by the guard house. Good thing Rolph was quick on the remote or else he would have snapped the 'stop arm' off. Backing the truck up he rolled down the window and apologized to the 'roo. "I'm really sorry.. I was really lost in thought... I..." Rolph just smiled good natured and said he was happy the human had provided a bit of excitement to a boring Saturday afternoon. Jeff and the heavy box was in receiving by 4:00. Nora took the paperwork and pushed the box back to the human. "It's for you." was all she said. The human lugged the box to his room. Just outside the door sat a small package. The box went on the bed and going back he grabbed the smaller package and put it on his desk. "Might as well start small and work up to the big one." he muttered aloud. The small package contained a bottle of lube, like Molly had last night. "Well I guess this makes it official..." he thought. They were cool with what happened last night. That thought made his dick throb in his pants. He tore into the big box... Some sort of exercise equipment... the instructions showed someone kneeling on the adjustable pads and doing a series of stretches and yoga type moves. Jeff stared at the pads... Not only were they ok with what happened last night, they were supplying special equipment to make it easier for him. The knee pads were connected together with a bent u-shaped bar between 'em. This he put over his shoulder and grabbing up the bottle of lube, he headed to the pig pens. His full erection tenting his shorts, leading the way.
Soffie seamed to be waiting on him. She gave her 'happy to see you' grunts and turned around so her swollen vulva was inviting him in. His clothes were off in a flash. His hands shook as he adjusted the knee pads and placed them to just either side of the sow's hind hooves. As wet as she looked, the human didn't think he needed lube, but he splashed a thin coating on his rock hard cock before dropping to his knees, and thrusting into the waiting swine. Soffie gave a bit of a 'surprised squeal' but quickly started making happy grunts.
Jeff never felt so... Alive?.. lustful?.. Just plain horny. He was quickly pounding his cock into the puffy pig cunt. He grabbed the sow just in front of her hips, to help pull himself deeper into her. He could feel the swollen puffy cunt lips of the sow squish against his groin. Every nerve in his body seamed awash in lust. The sight of Soffie's broad red back, and the faint musk of her heat. The wet slop of her natural mucus as his pounding cock slammed into the wet swine pit.
'Yes Yes... I'm going to cum!' a voice in Jeff's mind screamed. 'Yes, let me cum in her!' The human's fast rhythm never faltered right up to the moment of release. Then he was blasting huge wads of whitish human cum deep into the animal's pussy. Again and again he fired his semen into her. The walls of her swine tunnel were hosed with his jets of cum. Five, six, seven times.. Another, eight! Massive loads of human ejaculate were unloaded into the sow. Finally he was just sending small spurts of gooey white liquid to add to what had pooled in her vagina. The young man slowly bent over and as the last of his cum dribbled into Soffie, he laid on her back... His breaths were deep and ragged... Finally he recovered, the fog of lust seamed to lift some.
'Damn!' he thought, 'Who knew sex with a sow could be so intense.' He must have had some reservations last night, but now he had no such inhibitions. At least that's what he figured had happened.
Several minutes later, he was still rock hard... And still buried in Soffie's warm cunt. he lifted himself off her back. Small movements made his cock throb. Slowly the human started to fuck the sow again. Soffie's happy grunts were like music to the young man's ears. More sexy then any human female utterances. Jeff looked down to watch his cock plow in and out of the puffy nether lips of the sow. Her tail in a tight curl, twitching in time to his powerful thrusting. Just a few months ago, he never would have thought about fucking a sow... Now it seamed like the most natural thing in the world...
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another hog wonder up... It wasn't Murphy... Another sow... She came closer, he could see her lift her head and scent the air. Even the human could smell the heavy musky scent of sex hanging in the air around he and Soffie. Having another sow watching them seamed lewd... And exciting... He slammed into Soffie even harder... His lust rising in leaps and bounds... His cock churning the mixture of her mucus and his cum into a frothy liquid that leaked out with each stroke... 'God she feels so damn good!' he thought... His first blast of cum rocketed deep into her... Followed by another even stronger... Thick gooey ropes of human semen jetted into the pig's vagina. Powerful blasts sprayed her mating tunnel... Then the human was spent... Just a dribble of cum...
"Hey kid, you want to stop hogging the sow?" Murphy's deep voice rumbled behind him. "Let somebody else have a go with her."
Knowing the massive boar was just behind him, Jeff's erection finally wilted. The human pulled out of the sow. A thin string of sticky translucent cum connected the two for a moment, before breaking and starting a journey towards the floor. Standing up, the human reached down and picked up his kneeling blocks. He stopped for a moment to watch the rope of his semen gather speed as gravity pulled at the viscous fluid that leaked from the puffy pig vulva.
Murphy walked up to the sow. He looked at the cum that flowed out of Soffie. "Geeze kid, you part boar or something?"
Jeff stammered... What does one say in a situation like this? "I'll... I'll clean her off for you."
"Won't be necessary kid." The powerful hog heaved himself up, onto the sow's back. Murphy's cock made a few pokes at the sow's rump before Jeff remembered to help. Seamed a bit surreal to be helping another male plow into a pussy you was just in. Backing away, the human bumped into the other sow that had been watching all this time.
"Oh... Hello there." Jeff knelt down and started to rub the sow's ears. "You seam very interested in what's going on here." The new pig started making happy sounds, but soon turned her red bulbous rump towards him. Her light pink pussy lips were shaped like a small mound. Her tightly curled tail seamed to wag almost dog like as he looked at her.
"Well you seam happy to show it off, now do you want someone to do anything with it?" He mused aloud. Reaching out he scratched around her rump above her tail and down both sides around it. 'Well she seams to like that.' Jeff thought to himself. Next he lightly ran his fingers over the soft mound, and the sow stood still. The human's lust tickled something in the back of his mind and before his knew it, he was leaning in, putting his lips around the pig's pussy mound and was lightly sucking on it. Which made the 'happy sounds' the sow was making become even louder. The human flicked his tongue over the soft flesh... And then inside... His exploring tongue soon found her spear like clitoris at the bottom of her slit. Every time he'd make contact with the sensitive organ, the sow would hunch up her back and give a little squeal. But she never made a move to get away from the onslaught of tonguing. All of which had brought the human's lust back up to full boil.
Jeff pulled his mouth away and picked up the lube bottle, squirting some on his fingers and smeared it over her mound. Carefully he slipped his finger into her opening... She pushed back... Deeper he slipped his middle finger into her snug cunt... The sow still made happy sounds and never tried to move away. The human's throbbing erection demanded to be tried next. Standing up and retrieved his kneeling blocks and placed them on either side of her. Next he slathered a good coating of lube over his rampant cock. And knelt behind her. One hand on her back and the other aiming his hard cock at her nether lips.
Her vulva opened to accept him... He pushed deeper, she pushed back... The snug tube stretched around his cock... He was half way in, stopped and pulled out, he applied more lube and slid back in... Easier this time... Deeper... Deeper... Her warm vagina welcomed the young man's penis into it's depths. When his balls touch her rump, the human whispered. "Tight... oh so tight."
For a few moments he just held himself deep in her... but his lust wanted more, it wanted to fuck her... Pulling back slightly, then pushing back in... Then longer and longer his strokes became. The sow's cunt loosened... And soon Jeff was fucking her with long powerful strokes of his cock. His lust was happy, it liked fucking pigs... He like fucking pigs... 'God... so hard' Jeff marveled at how stiff his cock was. 'Like steel'... Again and again he drove his hard cock into the sow's cunt. The human felt his third orgasm of the day, start to build. Stealing a glance at Murphy, by the blessed out look on the boar's face, he knew he had screwed his cock tip into the sow's cervix, and was sending squirt after squirt of his hog semen into her uterus. That thought was enough to send the human's own cum to start rocketing down the length of his cock and blast into the sow's vagina. This third orgasm rocked the young man as hard as the first two. Jeff could scarcely believe the amount of cum that was pumped from his glans and into the sow. Not that he minded the intense feeling of pleasure he was getting from wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
Jeff lay sprawled on the sow's back. The world finally stopped spinning and his breathing was returning to something more normal... He was still very hard... And the sow was still milking him with her squeezing pussy muscles.
A sudden movement to his right... Soffie must have moved. He could see the long thin penis stretching from her cunt to Murphy's belly sheath. With a grunt and a quick lunge the boar was once again fully on her back and his cock was hidden from view as his sheath opening was pressed against the swollen vulva of the sow.
The young man's cock lurched and throbbed at the sight... He was ready to go again! Levering himself up with his arms, Jeff looked down at the deep red skin of the sow he was still buried in up to his balls. He watched his shaft slowly appear from pink neither lips that stretched in their reluctance in giving up the thick penis... Then puckered back in as if sucking the cock back when he pushed back in. The wetness of the lube, his cum, and her mucus shown in the late afternoon light that streamed through the open doors. He felt as if his whole body was one big sex organ. He closed his eyes as he pick up speed. Faster and faster the human fucked, until he was again slamming his groin against firm meaty rump of the sow. All three hogs were making happy grunts and squeals as the scent of their musky sex filled the air around them. Even the human was adding soft moans to the chorus, as well as a staccato rhythm of slapping flesh.
"OH YEA" came out as a mixture of groan and shout as the human achieved orgasmic bliss for the forth time that afternoon. "Fuck yea." was softly uttered nine times, once for each blast of Jeff's cum into the happy sow. This time the young man seamed locked into his position. Head lulled to one side, eyes still closed, slacked jawed. Breathing deeply as he relaxed as the last of his semen was milked from his cock... That was still far from flaccid.
Someone was stepping through the hay behind him. A warm fuzzy body pressed against his back and a white goat muzzle slid over his shoulder and along his cheek...
"Sally, you mind if I borrow our young human for a bit?" It was Nora... She wanted him!
The sow that was milking his cock spoke. "Sure... Just remember where you found him."
The sow was another island hog! And she hadn't said a word the whole time he was fucking her. Jeff looked over at Murphy, who looked like he was enjoying the whole thing... Not just the sow screwing.
"Sally meet Jeff... Jeff meet Sally."
"Nice to meet you, I'm sure." The sow said in a 'valley girl' voice.. and gave his cock an extra firm squeeze.
"Are you two being mean to Jeff?" The white goat doe asked in mock concern.
"Heck no." came Murphy's deep voice. "I let him have first go with Soffie here."
Nora left Jeff on his kneeling blocks, still stuck in the sow. She went over to a soft pile of hay, bent down on all four's, did the front leg kneel and hind leg fold up just like a normal goat would do. "Come on over here, you look like you need a break from all that sex."
For the first time in a couple of hours, Jeff's 'one eyed monster' had finally flagged and was looking at the ground. He didn't look at his cum leaking out of Sally's pussy, for fear of making himself horny again.
He had just sat on the hay next to Nora, when Murphy slid off Soffie's rump. There was no missing that ribbon of cum that flowed from her soppy twat. "I think we did a pretty good job kid. She looks well fucked if you ask me." And with that pronouncement, the big boar walked over to a patch of hay and laid down. Soffie followed, and after sniffing Murphy's belly where the end of his sheath was, she went around and laid with her back to his... Sally had turned to watch and then turned back to the human. "I'd say Murphy was correct. You two did do a heck of a job on poor Soffie." She then gave him a wink. "And you did a pretty nice job on me too... I'll remember this for quite a while." And she too wondered off and laid down at the far end of the pen.
Jeff nodded towards the sleeping boar and sow. "Too bad they can't have kids between 'em."
"So Molly told you about island animals and normal animals?" Nora asked.
"And humans... About how I can't get anyone pregnant here."
Jeff laid back on the hay, a cool breeze blew in for a few moments. He enjoyed the cool on his still heated body. "Feels good"... The human look around and in a low voice he asked Nora. "Ok.. What did Molly give me this morning?... I mean cumming four times in a row like that... That's not normal, even for a porn star."
Nora told him about the 'super sex' drug the men on the island had made for themselves. And how they became addicted to it. To the point where they didn't eat, didn't sleep, they just kept fucking the animals. That was why he couldn't ever tell anyone about it. If it got out into the world, mankind would fuck itself to extinction. They had given him a tiny dose of the drug. Nothing like the dosage the men on the island were giving to themselves.
"Why give the drug to me?"
"We need to learn about it and it's effects. And we wanted to give you a reward for being such a nice human to all of us." Nora's voice had a pleading sound as if she wanted him to understand and not be mad at her. "It'll wear off in a few more hours."
"Well then..." Jeff sat up and looked at the white doe. "I guess we better get on with the testing." The human really couldn't be mad at the goats. After all they were in a permanent state of sexual arousal. He was only going to be like this for a few more hours.
"I'm betting you'd be a willing partner for the next test?"
Nora gave a happy bleat and said. "Oh god yes. I've always wanted to do it, what you humans call, the missionary position."
Jeff got up and retrieved his bottle of lube. From the porn he'd watched, missionary with a goat, one just had to roll said doe over from the position Nora was in now. By the time the human had picked up the bottle to then turn back to her, his erection was once again full hard. Kneeling in the soft hay, he carefully rolled her over... Which she did very easily. "I've been practicing laying on my back." She almost sound like she was blushing at the admission.
First thing Jeff noticed was her bright pink nether area. Her tiny rosebud of a vulva was already wet with her juices. "You sure you can take me?" the human asked.
"Yes, very sure... We doe's can stretch a lot." And again he could almost hear her blush as she added. "I've been practicing with a dildo."
"Well Molly sure didn't have any problem last night. She must have been really worked up the way she started cumming as soon as she sat on me."
"Did that bother you?"
"Heck no, I thought it was uber sexy." Just remembering Molly last night, his lust flared up. With a lustful groan, he got into kneeling position behind the doe. With suddenly shaky hands he barely got the lube open and coated his throbbing erection. He closed the top and tossed the bottle aside. Taking his cock in hand he started to aim for Nora's animal cunt... Just not quite the right angle... He took her hind legs in the other hand and pushed them farther up, making the goat rump roll up more. 'There', he thought, 'That should be just right'. Leaning foreword, he pressed his glans against the pink opening. Sure enough it opened easily to let him slowly slide his rampant cock in. He watched as the pink flesh gobbled up his cock. As with Molly last night, he slid completely in without stopping. The hot goat flesh wrapped around his cock... He leaned foreword more, he didn't have to hold her legs, his belly held them in place... Nora gave a soft bleat as he hilted in her. Again a short hairy tail wagged against his balls. Jeff lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of the goat's body. He had her trapped under him. But the only sound she made was happy little bleats. Slowly he started fucking her. Lifting his loins up to pull out and then back down to drive back into her silky vagina. Her vulva twitched and tried to grip his slick shaft as it thrust in and out of her. Even at this slow pace the doe was soon bleating and quivering under the young man. Jeff would stop at these times, to let her enjoy them, then continued his slow fucking of her sex. He started to grind himself against her when she started moaning and twitching, he must have been tweaking her clit, because she seamed to have a more intense orgasms. By now the doe was panting and her bleats became louder... "Fuck me..." she whispered. "Fuck me hard." Looking up at her face, he saw her looking back at him. Her wide spread horns kept her head directly pointed at him. Sliding his hands under her head he lifted it so he could be rub his lips against her's. Her tongue flitted out and 'kissed' him. Jeff rocked his hips from side to side... She shuttered and bleated... He let her head back down into the soft hay and resumed his thrusting into her... Faster this time. Long full strokes... Harder and faster the human fucked... His own lust rapidly heated... Quickly the fog of sex overtook the young man as his hips became a blur as he pounded the white doe. Jeff's breathing became as ragged as the goat's... On and on he fucked her... Lust flared... Muscles bunched... Semen blasted forth.
"Ahhh... shit that's sooooo good." the young man cum hard, for the fifth time. He hugged the doe to him as he held himself deeply in her milking cunt. A third animal's vagina was coated with human semen. Whitish fluid jetted into her... It blasted so hard that it flooded the very deepest part of her cunt...
Nora heard the human cry out and felt him shutter and buck above her... She could feel the powerful jets of cum being blasted into her. And she too was amazed at the amount of semen the young man pumped in. She had never been so full of cum... Even after a orgy with a dozen bucks! The goat felt the human relax on top of her, and his breathing slowed and became steady.
He had passed out! 'Good thing he's skinny' Nora thought to herself. Since her hoofs were under him, it was easy to roll him over onto the hay. Jeff's arms and legs flopped out into a 'spread eagle'. His still dribbling cock also flopped about smearing his belly and thighs with jizz. The goat could see the human's chest rise and fall with his steady breathing.
Molly stepped over the fence and knelt next to her friend. "He's not dead is he?"
Nora giggled and said, "No.. just overcome... it was his fifth time this afternoon."
Molly looked at the white doe's pussy and at the mass of oozing human semen bubbling up. "Damn, looks like you had a go with Murphy." she noted.
"You know, I've not done him yet." Nora stated "Seams like he's always fucking Soffie or some other 'in heat' sow."
"I wouldn't bother." Molly offered, "Connie did him once, she said he was great at first, but then she had to clinch around his cock so tight to make him cum. By the time he was done she had sore muscles and a jelly plug that dissolved when she was in the shower, thank goodness, he must'a pumped in a pint she said."
Nora listened to the information and said, "Thanks for the warning. I guess I'll stick with ruminates...", she added, "And humans".
"Lay still for a minute, I'll go get a towel." Molly got up and was quickly back with a couple towels and a wet washcloth. "Here you go", as she handed a towel to Nora and knelt next to the sleeping human. The brown goat with the white patches cleaned the human the best she could, wiping up the mixture of various sexual fluids. Nora put the towel over her cunt and rolled onto her belly.
"Whoa... maybe not a pint, but a good half a cup at least. That drug is really something". Standing up the white doe held the towel to her groin. "I feel like I'll be dripping human cum the rest of the day."
Molly got up and surveyed her handy work. "I guess that's good for now, at least he won't be so sticky when he wakes up."
The two goats left the pen and went their separate ways, Nora to the showers and Molly back to taking care of 'her' animals.
Jeff slowly returned to conciseness... What a dream he had... fucking pigs and goats... even now he was dreaming about getting a blow job... wait... He got an eye open and looked at his groin. There was a sow's head bobbing up and down. With a groan he laid his head back down. He was rock hard again... Who wouldn't be? That hog really was doing a great job. He looked again... "Sally?" The sow only oinked and kept up her head bobbing and her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her long snout easily took him full length... Her flat nose blew hot breath into the hair around his cock base. 'Who knew pigs could suck?'.
She must'a been at this for a while, because his loins were already starting to feel that tingle... The human moaned and started to buck his hips up into that wonderful wet swine muzzle... "Oh god yes!" Jeff cried out as his orgasm roared through him... His body went stiff as his cum shot up like a volcanic eruption, spewing hot cum into the back of the pig's throat... muscles worked... cum jetted up... blast after blast... only five this time... The drug must be wearing off. With a great deal of happy grunts, Sally slurped up every drop of human semen, and sucked for more. The young man reach down and gently pusher her sucking muzzle from his cock... "Too sensitive!" Jeff croaked. "The head is too sensitive now".
Sally laid next to the human, she was still eyeing the wilting penis.
"Don't you ever get enough?" Jeff asked with a chuckle.
"Do you?" Asked the sow.
"Yea... after six times, I think I'm done for a while." admitted the human.
So began the biweekly orgy.
And a few months later, by unanimous vote, Jeff was promoted to "honorary animal". And was given access to the private residence wing of the barn. Soon after he moved in with Sally.
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'Oh crap.' Shenae whispered. 'What have we done?'
'We haven't done anything Shen, it's them bitches.' Annalynne panted. 'Do you think we can climb out of the window?'
Shenae opened it by climbing onto the toilet, standing on her tip toes she peered out and turned back shaking her head.
'It's a long way down.'
'Then we stay in here for as long as we can, my ass is still red from this morning.'
'Girls, open this door immediately.' Called a voice from outside the door.
'No way!' Annalynne immediately shouted back.
'You can't stay in there forever.' That was Mrs Liu.
'We can try.' Annalynne shouted.
Shenae sat down on the toilet and put her head in her hands. Annalynne decided to sit down on the edge of the bath.
'Annalynne, this is Mrs Liu speaking.'
She paused, perhaps waiting for a reply but she didn't get one.
'I'm going to assume this little escape plan was your idea, am I right?'
Neither girl responded.
'Well I know I'm right because everyone knows Shenae wouldn't have come up with this idea.'
'So what?' Annalynne shouted.
'Well, I'm going to offer you a deal. If you both come out now, I will only give Annalynne a spanking because it was you're idea and it's only fair.'
'What? No way!' Annalynne shouted, Shenae looked at her a little disappointed.
'What?' She whispered. 'Do you expect me to agree with that?'
'No.' Shenae replied, looking down. 'I can't ask you to do it, it wouldn't be right.'
'We're starting to detach the handle as we speak, if you come out now and save having to dismantle this handle, then I will only spank you Annalynne, but if you don't come out before we gain entry in five minutes then we're going to tan you both, very, very hard.'
Annalynne stopped to think for a moment.
'You have five seconds before the offer is off the table.'
Annalynne looked at Shenae with eyes wide open, not sure what to do.
1
Annalynne couldn't think straight.
2
She panicked, holding her head in her hands.
3
'Oh God, I don't know.' She whispered to Shenae, who was shaking.
4
'Wait!' Annalynne shouted. She took a deep breath and stood up. Then slowly walked to the door. She unlocked it. The door flung open. Outside there were several seriously pissed off women. Mrs Liu grabbed Annalynne by the ear and dragged her down the stairs.
'Ow!' Annalynne shouted, 'That hurts!'
'It's about to get a whole lot worse for you young lady.' Mrs Liu shouted, pulling her into the living room by the ear. She let go, and grabbed a wooden chair from the table in the corned and placed it in the centre of the room. Then she walked over to Annalynne who had already tried to run but was blocked in the exit by a woman she didn't recognise. She looked into the face of the tall blonde woman and felt Mrs Liu's hands on the waistband of her knickers; they were pulled to the floor.
'No, stop it, get off me!' She shrieked. The blonde held her arms up into the air, and Mrs Liu unbuttoned her white school shirt one by one before throwing it away, she then unclipped her bra, Annalynne wriggled trying to free herself of the blondes grip to cover her naked breasts, but she couldn't. Then, her skirt was unclipped, and she was completely bare but for the white socks and pumps covering her feet. Mrs Liu grabbed her by the arm and dragged her kicking and screaming to the chair where she pulled her down over her knee and gave her the second spanking of the day.
Annalynne screamed as Mrs Liu smacked her sore bottom. She had a different technique to Lori, Lori's were hard and every second. Mrs Liu's weren't as hard but were faster, she wasn't sure which one she hated more, all she knew was that her bottom stung like made. Although the way the spanked her differed, they both pinned her down in a similar manner, arm pinned behind her back, leg covered by Mrs Liu's.
'Ow!' Annalynne heard Shenae shout upstairs. 'Get off me!'
'What's going on?' Annalynne shouted over the sound of her ass being spanked.
'She's probably getting a spanking.' Mrs Liu replied as she switched to Annalynne's left cheek now that her right was bright pink.
'What?' Annalynne yelped, 'You said you wouldn't spank her!'
'I'm not, I'm spanking you.'
'I don't understand, you promised you wouldn't spank her!'
'Yes. I never said anything about anyone else.'
'You bitch!' Annalynne screamed, with all her strength she broke through Mrs Liu's grip and rolled onto the floor. Before she could move the tall blonde had her in her arms and knelt her on the ground with her chest on sofa, she held her down.
'Thanks Lisa.' Mrs Liu then bent behind Annalynne's ass she knelt on all fours and continued to rapidly smack her bottom.
'You bitches!' Annalynne screamed, 'you fucking lied to me!'
'So what.' Responded the blonde, who Annalynne didn't recognise was Lisa Kudrow.
'This was always going to happen, we just sped up the process. The funny thing is is that we didn't even have any tools to dismantle the door, you could have been in there all night.'
'Oh, you're gonna pay for this!' Annalynne roared.
'I don't think so.' Mrs Liu laughed as she sat on top of her back lightly in order to get a better angle and deliver harder smacks to her bottom. Annalynne could do nothing but weep as she heard Shenae crying upstairs over the loud echoes of her bottom being smacked repeatedly.
Part 3
It had been a long month for Annalynne and her friends. After Mrs Loughlin had been informed of the escape attempt from school she had spanked her at least once a day. Why everyone just assumed it was all her fault Annalynne had no idea, Shenae and Jessica were just as to blame and they got off lightly compared to her. Annalynne had been, much to her bemusement, grounded for two more weeks than they had. However, Annalynne had learnt it was much easier, especially on her bottom, to just get on with it and do as she was told...at least for the time being.
Today though, was Saturday 31st. This meant two things; no school... but even better than that, she was ungrounded. Jumping out of her bed wearing nothing but a smile Annalynne dragged open the curtains of her bedroom, the sunshine blinded her as it reflected off her long blonde hair. She rocked onto the balls of her feet as she ran a finger through her curls while they other reached as high as it could stretching her body. Suddenly, with a spring in her step, she hopped backwards grabbed her nightgown from the wardrobe and opened her bedroom door. She jumped two steps across the hall and opened the adjacent door.
'Wake up Gill!' Annalynne screamed as she slammed the bedroom door into the wall bursting into the room.
'What?' Gillian Zinser replied sleepily from beneath her blanket.
'Get up you lazy bitch, it's time to hit the waves.'
'What time is it?' Gillian complained.
'nine am, get up lazy.'
'Go away!' Gillian shouted, slamming a pillow over her head.
'Come on, it's time to hit the waves.' Annelynne replied excitedly, opening her curtains.
'The waves will still be there at a reasonable hour, now leave me alone.'
'I'm not going to leave you alone so may aswell...'Annalynne ripped the blanked off of her naked body and giggled '...just get up!' Annalynne slapped her friend's bare bottom.
'Ohhh!' Gillian complained lazily, 'fine i'll be up in a minute.'
Satisfied with this typically unenthusiastic response from her laid back friend, Annalynne proceeded to wake up the entire house. Storming into each of the girls rooms Annalynne made sure that everyone one of them were awake before she herself decided to go and dressed. Picking out a pair of denim shorts and a pink bikini set, Annalynne imagined the fun that lay ahead of her.
She did not predict what would happen in the kitchen.
'What do you mean we can't go to the beach!' Annalynne yelled at Lori.
Lori was sat at the kitchen counter on a high stool, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a Jane Austen novel. Annalynne suspected she never read when the girls were out of the house. Feeling a little drowsy, she might have been expected to ask for a cup of coffee herself but this was one of the things Annalynne was suddenly not old enough to do despite being twenty one. Like drinking alcohol, going to parties and apparently surfing. She had only just reached the legal age for drinking and now she wasn't old enough. From what she could gather she would have to wait fourteen years to be able to drink under their laws, but that wouldn't stop her, she would find a way. Besides, she was sure that he was due home from his travels sometime shortly anyway so he would put a stop to this ridiculousness. Annalynne might even persuade him to give them a taste of their own medicine, but she doubted he would, he was too 'nice'.
'Lower that tone young lady.' Lori replied turning the page.
'I'm going back to bed.' Gillian moaned, as she shuffled back upstairs.
Annalynne thought about persuading her to stay but decided her fight was with Lori, she'd deal with Gillian after. She stared furious for a moment at Lori, flicking a page as if they weren't in the middle of a huge arguement. Which they clearly were.
'Lori!' Annalynne yelled.
'I'm warning you Annalynne, one more outburst and you know where you'll go.'
Annalynne thought about that threat, it was not worth risking it.
'Ok, can we at least just talk about why we can't go to the beach?' Annalynne asked as calmly as she could.
Lori looked up and turned to face her smiling.
'You're not allowed to go to the beach because there will be nobody there to watch you and i'm too busy to go today.'
'Wha..!' Annalynne started to shout.
'However...'Lori waited for her to compose herself 'if you want to go to the pool Mrs Aniston and Mrs Cox will be there and I can drop you, Jessica, Gillian and Jess off.'
'What about me?' Shenae asked quietly.
'You're not going, you're coming with me today.'
Shenae looked mortified but said nothing.
'Is Mrs Liu going to be there at any point?' Annalynne asked anxiously, remembering their previous encounter where Lucy Liu had spanked her so hard she hadn't been able to sit down comfortably for three days.
'I have absolutely no idea,' Lori replied, 'But if you don't go, you're going to spend the day with my and I'm going to be inside all day.'
'Fine, when can we go?' Annalynne asked bitterly, not wanting to ruin her first day out (excluding school) in a month.
'I'll take you in ten minutes.'
Annalynne tried half heartedly to arouse Gillian again but she knew it was pointless, she hated the pool and only wanted to surf. Jess and Jessica were dressed and ready to go though within ten minutes and Annalynne was overjoyed, she practically skipped to the car before Lori drove them.
The girls waved sadly to Shenae who had to be dragged by her hand back to the car after Lori left them with strict orders to behave themselves.
Annalynne looked around the pool which was about as long as a basketball court, there were plenty of people there, mostly young. She spotted the two oldest women, Jennifer and Courteney sat at the far end. She motioned for Jessica Stroup and Jess Lowndes to move to a group of empty sunbeds that were slightly hidden behind a large column.
'I think we can sneak out of here you know.'
'What?' Jess asked.
'I think, if we're careful, we can sneak out of here, grab a car and drive to the beach.'
'I don't know, it sounds risky to me.' Jessica replied cautiously.
'Oh come on!' Annalynne protested. 'We can't stay here, look how boring it is.'
The girls surveyed the pool one more time, it did look immensely dull. The girls who were there were all sunbathing around the pool or laid on a lilo. Nobody seemed to be having any fun whatsoever, not to mention the distinct lack of alcohol and music.
Jess looked at Jessica, they both nodded.
'OK!'
The girls walked into the building attached to the pool, it contained a changing room but also it had a refreshment room where they could get frozen treats and drinks. They each grabbed an ice cream and then walked into the changing rooms. Annalynne checked it was empty before then climbing up onto a bench next to the wall and opening a large window. She popped her head out to look around. It was desolate outside, she climbed through followed by the other two.
Each of the girls walked around the car park investigating the parked cars that were scattered. They were checking for keys left in the ignition or behind the mirror, people usually left them there. After a short a while Jess whispered to the others.
'Here!'
Annalynne hurried over and climbed into the front passenger seat, Jessica got into the back behind her. They put their shades on and set off.
The wind whistled through their hair as they drove around the city, the girls felt brilliant, the best they had felt in months. It was great to finally get a bit of privacy. They had grown accustomed to being at school again, sometimes the work was even enjoyable, but the lack of responsibility and privacy was just too much. They were constantly being supervised and they hated it. It was so relieving to be alone for once.
As they pulled up to the beach, the girls were delighted to see that what Lori had told them was true, there were no adults there. But that also meant, unless any other girls had sneaked to the beach like they had they were going to have it to themselves. The only shame was that they didn't have anything to drink.
They made their way down the beach and the sand felt great against Annalynne's feet, she stopped for a moment and buried her toes in it. She was so happy. Once they had reached a good spot they put their bags down momentarily and rubbed sun cream on. It was blistering heat and they already suspected they might have burnt slightly on the ride over, but they didn't care.
'Last one in is a slag!' Annalynne screamed and then ran across the beach towards the sea.
'Oh, you're definitely the biggest slut!' Jessica screamed, as she chased her.
ust as she was reaching the water Jessica Stroup was hot on her tail, Jess was walking quite far behind them though, not really one for sprinting. Annalynne dived into an oncoming wave, the cool water against her skin, soothing her as she was submerged. Just as her head popped up she was splashed in the face by the resulting waves of Jessica's bomb.
'Oi you bitch!' Annalynne giggled as she splashed her back.
Jessica was about to retaliate when something caught her eye, she pointed to a walkway running out into the sea.
They watched laughing at the sight of Jess timidly entering the ocean.
'God you're such a girl Jess.' Annalynne moaned as she watched Jess dipping her toe into the water reluctantly.
'Oh, well.' Jess sighed, not willing to indulge their teasing.
'Just jump,' Jessica demanded. 'It's like ripping off a bandaid.
Jess refused to get in though, Annalynne and Jessica looked at each other menacingly and swam up to her and made to help her in. Instead, they each grabbed onto the lose thread of her bikini bottoms and pulled, yanking them off. Jess quickly flung her arms down off the side and covered herself.
Jess jumped in and gasped as she felt the cool touch of the water against her skin. She stood up, and had to cover herself still as the water only covered most of her thighs.
'Give me back my bottoms!' Jess shouted, bemused.
Annalynne threw them over her head to Jessica, who was standing behind Jess. She was furious to be the piggy in the middle, but she still chased them.
'Stop it!' She yelled as Jessica threw it back over her head just as she had reached her. She waded towards Annalynne who, being much taller than her held them up high in the air over her head. Jess jumped up and tried to grab them. Annalynne and Jessica giggled but then Jess had an idea. She bent down quickly and yanked Annalynne's bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Annalynne stood still for a moment, staring at Jess who was smiling proudly. Then, she stepped out of her bikini and bent down to pick it up, she then threw her bikini bottoms and Jess's out to sea.
'What did you do that for?' Jess shouted, before starting to wade towards them. Annalynne grabbed her waist and pulled her towards her.
'Hey,' Jess protested half heartedly, 'What are you doing?'
Annalynne unstrapped Jess's bikini top, and put her left arm around her back, stroking her hand down over her bottom.
'It's been far too long since we've been fucked, it's time we started seeing to each other.' Annalynne replied bluntly.
She then ran her right hand up Jess's thigh who leaned back acceptingly, as Annalynne ran her finger up her slit. Jessica, feeling left out waded over to the two girls and approached Annalynne from behind. She sat down between her legs and pushed a finger up inside her. Annalynne then worked two fingers inside Jess, who moaned quietly and began to work them in and out slowly, digging them deeper and deeper. She ran her fingers through her hair, and tilted her head back, bending down sticking her tongue in her mouth, kissing her passionately, while Jessica's rapidly fingered her pussy with two fingers now from beneath her.
'Ohh' Jess moaned, as Annalynne withdrew her tongue, the pace at which she was thrusting her fingers were to much for Jess and she came onto her fingers. Annalynne with drew them slowly and kissed her once more. Annalynne turned away from her to face Jessica, who stood up to face her. They kissed, Annalynne slid two fingers inside Jessica and they both held each other tightly, as they simultaneously rammed their fingers inside each other.
After a minute, Jess recovered from her orgasm and got to her feet, she came up behind Annalynne and rubbed her hands over her body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her rock hard nipples tightly. She then ran her hand down on her back, and down her thigh, up her once more and then ran it up her bottom to her crack, then without warning pushed her index finger inside her asshole.
'OH!' Annalynne yelped, but Jess didn't remove it, instead she stepped to the side and bent Annalynne under her arm, to get a better position. Jessica had to adjust herself so that she could keep fingering Annalynne but Annalynne's fingers fell out of her, the double penetration was too much.
She squirmed between them as both girls fingered her, Jess quickening up the pace was managing to get her whole finger insider Annalynne's ass and was thrusting it quickly inside her.
'Oh God!' Annalynne screamed, she couldn't stand up on her own now, she was resting on both the girls shoulders, her arms clinging to their necks and they stood either side of her, shoving their fingers deep inside her. Jess pushed a second finger into her butt.
'Jesus!' Annalynne yelped.
Jess pushed them all the way in and then vigorously thrust them around inside her ass, Jessica felt Annalynne squirt all over her hand, she withdrew them. Jessica, didn't know she had cum and continued to finger Annalynne's ass rapidly. With no breath to protest Annalynne fell limp still, as Jess fingered her, but a minute later it was having another effect on her.
'Oh, don't stop!' she yelled to Jess.
Jessica seized the initiative and dropped to her knees, burying her face between Annalynne's legs and sticking her tongue inside her, flicking it furiously around. Almost instantly she felt Annalynne gushing of her face.
'Ohh' Annalynne moaned dropping into the water.
Jess, as if on some sort of rampage, grabbed Jessica by the waste and pulled her towards her, bending her over her outstretched right knee. Then, suddenly stuck a finger inside her ass.
'Ow!' Jessica yelped. 'No Jess, I don't do anal.'
But Jess wasn't having it, she dug it deeper into her bottom before slowly working it back and forth.
Jessica wriggled on her lap, slapping Jess's thighs, but she was stronger than her. Jess quickened, and caused Jessica to moan loudly, it was starting to become enjoyable. Until the second finger entered her, and she screamed again.
'Jess, no!' She yelled. But Jess dug her fingers deep into her ass and thrust them back and forth rapidly, Jessica began to moan again. She could feel her pussy dripping and slid her own fingers underneath her body, inside herself. Annalynne started to rouse and saw Jessica fingering her pussy and crawled over to her, Jessica not seeing her behind her moaned at the top of her voice as she felt a tongue penetrate her. It flicked all around her pussy lips and she withdrew her fingers, Annalynne pushed hers in and licked her clit as quickly as she could. Jessica's body was shaking at how fast Jess was pounding her fingers inside Jessica's ass, until moments later she erupted.
It took a while for them all to recover it but a bit later Annalynne and Jessica played around, while Jess relaxed. Normally Annalynne wasn't really this playful, she would sooner be relaxing by the pool working on her tan, but today was different. Today was the day she had gotten of her prison and she was a free girl. Free to do whatever she wanted...as long as she didn't get caught. But she wasn't going to.
After a short while the novelty wore off a bit, and the girls got out of the water, deciding to go and sunbathe for an hour before heading back.
They dried themselves off and cursed about getting sand all over their own towels. Annalynne swore as she tried to ring out her towel so that she could lay on it but it was no use, it wasn't going to work.
'We could just go back to the pool?'Jess suggested.
Annalynne thought about shouting at her for being cowardly but then she realised, they might as well if they were just going to sunbathe. The day had been so perfect, if they went back now it would limit the chances of them being caught.
'Yeah, Ok, I think we should.'
Then Jessica remebered something that made her heart stop.
'Didn't Lori say that Jennie was bringing Shenae down at 12!?'
'Oh my God!' Annalynne screamed. 'She did!'
Panic struck they all grabbed their things as quickly as they could, it was 11:30 now, if they set off soon they would make it, but the thought of being caught was well worth the panic.
Jess raced around at 70mph trying to get back in good time. The streets were barren as barely anyone drove in the new city. Most of the occupants would either be at work or in school anyway. By the time they had skidded to a halt outside the pool it was 11:45 and they seemed to have plenty of time. They even decided they had enough time to grab a quick ice cream from across the street before going back, it might help them with a reason of where they had been, should they need one.
They got out of the car and walked to the changing room window beaming with pride.
They climbed back in through the open window, and luckily for them the changing room was still empty. It was all going well.
'Hey, grab a few towels Jessica, we can say we were getting them or something, it might make us look less suspicious.'
They sorted themselves out and then braced themselves to walk to the pool.
What they didn't know, was that Jennie was already here, along with Shenae. As the girls exited the building Shenae approached them looking nervous.
'Where have you been?' Shenae whispered, 'Jen and Courteney said they haven't seen you all day.'
'We've been to the beach, don't tell anyone Shenae.' Annalynne begged.
'What have you been up to?' Jess asked.
'Lori made me go to her work, it was sooo boring.' Shenae complained.
'Well at least you're here now.' Jessica sympathised.
'Not for long though and you two have to leave aswell, Lori wants you to finish your homework.' She informed Jess and Jessica, who weren't happy.
'At least we had the day.' Jessica sighed.
'We'd better go make sure everything's ok' Annalynne suggested, 'remember, we never left.'
Shenae was so jealous and angry that she cursed them secretly as they walked off leaving her standing there alone. They got to go out and have fun and she'd been stuck inside all day bored out of her mind, where was the justice? Sure they pretended to care but she knew deep down they didn't, as lon as they were happy, that's all the mattered.
She watched as they got to a sun bed and unfolded their things. She saw Jennie Garth, Jen and Courteney come storming over to them. They argued for a few minutes, Annalynne kept pointing to the changing rooms and to her ice cream. It was obvious what she was saying, that they'd been in there all this time enjoying their ice creams and now they were coming to the pool. The most annoying thing about it was that they had gotten away with it. They celebrated.
It made Shenae's blood boil. It was at that point that she was approached by Ashley Benson, a girl in her class a school.
'Hey, Shenae, where have they been? I know they haven't been in the changing rooms all day.'
Shenae thought about her options.
'Alright but you didn't hear it from me, they've been to the beach all morning.'
'What really?' Ashley asked, excited about what that meant. 'No way! Oh they are going to be in so much trouble!' Ashley giggled.
'You didn't hear it from me remember!' Shenae whispered sternly.
'Well..I might accidentally let it slip though.'
'Don't!' Shenae begged. It had been a moment of weakness, like doing a deal with the devil, Ashley was a nightmare. Shenae hated her and her friends.
'I suppose I would make extra sure I didn't say anything, if...well...'
'What...just tell me what you want Ashley.'
'You became my bitch.'
'What!?'
'You heard me.'
'I'm not being your bitch.' Shenae
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replied. 'What does that even mean?'
'It means, you're going to do my homework, take the blame when i've done something wrong and you're going to come into the changing rooms with me right now and lick my pussy or i'm going to tell the adults that they've been to the beach all day and it was YOU who told me.'
'No way!'
'Oh Mrs Aniston!' Ashley shouted loud enough for her to hear.
'Yes Ashley?' Jennifer asked.
'No please! I'll do whatever you want!' Shenae whispered.
'I saw Annalynne and her friends climb out of the changing room window and drive to the beach this morning, that's where they have been all day.'
'I knew it!' Jennifer screamed, 'Courteney, they've been at the beach!
'Jennie has taken the other two home,' Courtney shouted, grabbing a firm hold of Annalynne. 'I said i would drop this one off when me and Ashley leave. I'll call her and let her know.'
'I'll deal with Annalynne,' Jennifer stated, walking over to her and grabbing her arm, pulling her to one side. She bent her over and raised her hand.
Annalynne tried to put on a brave face and smile for the rest of the girls all stood watching but when that hand connected with her ass she screamed, and tried to run. Jen grabbed her quickly, pulled down her bikini bottoms, sat on a wall bending her over her knee and began to smack her bare ass repeatedly.
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The sound echoed around the pool along with Annalynne's cries.
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Shenae watched guiltily as she felt a hand running up her dress, feeling her thigh, working its way into her knickers, sliding up her pussy, she shuddered.
'Stop!' She whispered to Ashley.
Ashley gave her a smack of her own to her bottom. But it couldn't be heard over the sound of Jennifer spanking Annalynne as hard as she could.
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Ashley grabbed Shenae and dragged her into the changing rooms over to a bench, she pulled her over her knee, lifted up her dress and at a very gentle pace, smacked her bottom.
'Stop!' Shenae moaned.
'Bitch, be quiet. You will learn to be a good bitch.' Ashley warned her, then pulled down her knickers. She stared down at her bare bottom and parted her cheeks getting a good look at her ass hole which she became transfixed with, she pushed her finger against it.'
'N..'Shenae started to protest but before she could, it had slid in to her very tight hole.
'OW!' Shenae jumped on her lap and tried to wriggle off, Ashley let her but kept hold of her arm, Shenae was knelt in front of her rubbing her sore ring.
Ashley, stood up and pulled down her bikini shorts, before sitting back down and spreading her legs.
'Eat me bitch.'
Shenae was reluctant, but Ashley grabbed her head and pulled her towards her pussy, Shenae stuck out her tongue a closed her eyes.
'mmmmm that's it bitch, lick my pussy.' Ashley moaned leaning back against the wall.
Meanwhile, Jennie had received a very interesting phone call from the pool, after putting the phone down she had marched upstairs into Jessica's bedroom where Jess and Jessica were talking and grabbed Jess pulling her straight over her knee without any explanation. But none were necessary, they knew straight away they'd been caught.
Jessica could do nothing but sit on the bed and wait for her turn, she knew it was pointless. One way or another her ass was getting beat and she may as well take her punishment now than get double if she ran. Jennie had a very powerful swing too, she really made Jess's bottom sting with every smack. Jessica flinched at every time it connected.
'I'm sorry!' Jess yelled after a couple of minutes.
'Ha!' Jennie laughed. 'If you're apologising already young lady, you're going to struggle through this.'
Jennie then began hitting her bottom even harder, looking down she could see Jess's bottom was getting very red, very soon but that didn't deter her. She spanked on time not on results. After five minutes Jess began to sob, which turned into crying and then wailing at a volume which was unimagineable. It came as somewhat of a relief to Jennie when the ten minute marker came and she let Jess up and sent her to the wall.
It was Jessica's turn. But just as Jennie was calling her over, Lori walked in. Jennie explained the situation to her, Lori was livid. She decided that Jess's bottom didn't look nearly red enough and ordered her to come with her, Jess looked horrified but left the room.
Jessica found her way over Jennie's lap for the second time that week, she dreaded the first spank and then it came, she winced.
Annalynne's bottom was now practically glowing, she had sworn, begged and pretty much tried everything but Jennifer only hit her harder.
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Finally, she let up and Annalynne dropped to the floor. Jennifer looked down with a note of satisfaction on her face as she admired Annalynne red bottom staring up at her.
'If you ever try anything like this again young lady, you'll think that was nothing.' Jennifer warned. While they waited for Annalynne to be collected, Jennifer and Courtney took turns in having her perform oral sex as they lay on their sunbeds. It wasn't for another thirty minutes did someone finally arrive.
'Come on you,' Sara demanded, giving cause for Annalynne to withdraw her tongue from Courtney, 'I can't believe you. Again!'
Sara hit her on the bottom as Annalynne was walking next to her and Annalynne must have jumped ten yards in front.
'Where is Shenae?' Sara asked when she caught up with her.
'I don't know.' Annalynne mumbled.
'What?' Sara shouted raising her hand.
'I don't know, I don't know!'
Sara looked around the pool, there were plenty of girls there all staring, but not Shenae. Why couldn't Annalynne be like all these other girls, there were all perfectly well behaved. If only she would, Sara hated having to spank her.
'Wait here.' Sara demanded walking into the changing rooms. Annalynne turned around and saw everyone staring at her, she was so humiliated. Her ass stung like crazy but she put on a brave face.
'Ohh i'm cumming!' Ashley squeaked as she grabbed hold of the back of Shenae's head and pulled her face into her pussy. 'Ooooohhh!!'
Her leg quivered and bucked as she spasmed, her juices dripping from Shenae's mouth as she pulled her face away looking disgusted.
'Shenae? Are you in here?' A distant voice called.
'I'm..I'm getting changed.' She called back, looking panicked. Ashley didn't seem to care.
Shenae got to her feet and pulled her dress off just before Sara walked in.
'Oh there you are.' Said Sara, she looked at a young blonde girl with her legs spread and her vagina casually on display. 'Someone else's problem' She thought. 'Come on, get dressed we need to go home.'
As Shenae left the changing rooms, she looked back and saw Ashley mime something but she could only make out the last few words. YOU'RE MY BITCH
'Oh God' she thought.
Part 4
The weeks that proceeded were a nightmare for Shenae. Ashley had not let up on her demands of her, in fact she had even expanded on her role as her 'bitch'. Not only did Shenae have to perform regular oral sex on Ashley, she was also giving her humiliating duties. Her days mainly consisted of carrying her school books and completing her homework. She had even decided that Shenae wasn't allowed to speak without her direct permission, which was getting her a lot of spankings from their teacher.
To add further stress to Shenae's life, the other girls had been grounded for a month each for ditching school. Shenae couldn't help but feel, though they hadn't mentioned it to her, that they suspected she had something to do with it. The guilt she was feeling whenever she heard any of the girls receiving a spanking because she had told on them was becoming unbearable. When she was free to do what she wanted and could roam about the house she would try and find a room to herself to hideaway for fear of being found out. She imagined what the girls would do to her if they knew the truth. She realised that this couldn't happen and refocused on the task at hand, driving her tongue deep into Ashley's dripping snatch, forcing her to scream in ecstasy as she came.
'Oh, my.' Ashley shivered.
'My turn!' Selena screamed excitedly, spreading her legs further on the gym bench and pulling Shenae's head towards her pussy. 'Ooo'
Shenae instantly began to flick her tongue all around, having become very experienced after hours and hours of performing for them.
'Hurry up Selena, I want a go before lesson.' Vanessa shouted from the doorway she was guarding.
'Err no,'
'Err yeah,'
'I can't hurry up, when the bitch make me cum, she'll be done.'
Ashley listened to her friends argue over her bitch for a few minutes while she lay down flat across the bench with her knickers by her ankles, she felt so relaxed, Shenae had really made her climax. She laughed quietly at the confidence Vanessa was displaying now that she was no longer the 'bitch'. Ashley felt that she was possibly getting too confident and resolved to bring her down a peg later on when Shenae wasn't around. Ashley looked at the clock and saw they had four minutes before lesson.
'Shut up Vanessa and come over here, I'll watch the door, you both have two minutes.'
Vanessa ran over from the door thanking Ashley for her kindness. Ashley lent coolly against the wall, with one eye on the door and another on Vanessa spreadeagled on the bench forcing Shenae to finger her as Selena drove her face all over her pussy.
After Ashley's second warning, Vanessa had managed to join the girls in climaxing and squirted all over the floor. With not long to repose she pulled up her knickers and they ran to class. Shenae picked herself up off the floor wiping all the juices off of her and ran as fast as she could to her lesson.
By the time she had reached their class room door it was closed and when it was closed it meant you were in trouble. She knocked lightly.
'Enter.'
She nervously turned the handle and tiptoed into the classroom.
Mrs Liu glanced at her for a moment and then turned back to the class, continuing with her instructions of how to complete their science project. Shenae stood still after she closed the door and stared at her feet. After a few seconds she couldn't help herself and glanced up towards where Ashley was sat and saw her staring at her, smiling wickedly, Shenae's eyes darted back to the floor.
'...then after you've connected your Bunsen burners I want you all to consult your textbooks and follow the instructions to the letter but remember, this isn't a race and it's to be done as a team, Miss Swift you'll have to start yours off on your own while me and Miss Grimes discuss we she can't turn up to my lessons on time.'
Mrs Liu walked to her desk and sat behind it, motioning for Shenae to approach with her back to the class.
'Is there any point in me asking where you were Miss Grimes or are you still insistent upon your vow of silence?'
Shenae looked back anxiously at Ashley who shook her head slowly with a twisted smile, Shenae slowly turned back dejected and shook her head in silence.
'Very well,' Mrs Liu exclaimed, giving her thigh a firm slap and nodding towards her knee. 'Come on.'
Shenae meekly got to her feet and walked around the desk, she lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She could sense that there wasn't much science being done. Reluctantly she reached her arms around her back and unclipped her bra, covering her small breasts with her right arm as she dropped her bra on top of her shirt. With her free hand she unzipped the side of her skirt and wriggled ever so slightly to allow it to slide slowly down her thighs and drop onto her feet. She couldn't help but give Mrs Liu a quick glance to see if she had suddenly changed her entire viewpoint on how to give a spanking but was saddened to learn that the knickers would have to come off. As she grabbed the waistband, she had to bend at the knee to pull them down over her feet, then as the shoes and socks came off one by one, she was entirely naked before the entire class once again.
The grip of Mrs Liu's hand felt so strong as it propelled her arm and her body forward, she collapsed over her knee and soon felt a sharp pain on her backside. Shenae leaned to the side to try and angle her bottom away but felt Mrs Liu's hand grab her own and pin it to her back, holding her firmly in place. She felt another sting on her right butt cheek, then to her left. Within twenty seconds her bottom had been struck fifty times and felt like it was on fire. It was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs but she didn't want to give any of her classmates the satisfaction.
'if you want to be a silly little girl and stop speaking then that's fine by me Miss Grimes but if it affects your school work you will be punished. And how many times have I had to smack your naughty bottom for turning up late? I want you outside my door ten minutes before the lessons begin from now on, is that clear young lady?'
Shenae nodded frantically, as her eyes began to well up.
A glass smashed on the floor.
Shenae's heart leapt at as Mrs Liu's hand stopped hitting her very sore bottom. As she got to her feet she propelled Shenae into the air, landing her on the balls of her feet, where she was pushed gently out of the way as Mrs Liu marched over to where the glass had broken.
'What has happened here?'
As Shenae rubbed her bottom softly, unsure over whether to put her clothes back on her not, she overheard Kristen Stewart and Emma Watson explaining that it had been an accident, that Emma had been passing it to Kristen when it had slipped out of her fingers. Mrs Liu fetched a dustpan and brush and spent the next few minutes ensuring that there wasn't any glass remaining.
'I'm afraid that's the best I can manage, I'll let the cleaners know what happened, don't worry about it girls. Everyone get back to work.'
Much to the relief of Emma and Kristen, Mrs Liu turned and sat back at her desk, failing to acknowledge Shenae. After a few seconds she looked up at her from her papers.
'What are you doing Miss Grimes? Waiting for another? Put your clothes back on and go and help Taylor.'
A few minutes later, she approached the joint desk she shared with her only friend Taylor Swift, who wasted no time in voicing her disapproval.
'I know what you're going to say Shenae but I have to say it,' she whispered, 'you've got to tell Mrs Liu what's going on, she'll help you!'
Shenae shook her head fearfully, glancing at Ashley who was concentrating on her work.
'I might have to if you don't'
Shenae grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something down, thrusting it towards her.
Don't say anything, Mrs Liu thinks Ashley is a saint and she won't believe a word I say, just let it go.
'But you can't go on like this, you have to tell someone! What about Mrs Loughlin or Mrs Garth?'
Just drop it, no one can know about this, you're not even supposed to.
'I have to tell her.'
If you do, we're no longer friends.
The rest of the lesson was very tense between Taylor and Shenae, who were usually devoted to each other. Before Shenae had been forced into becoming Ashley's bitch the pair had briefly been lovers and had been hoping to develop their relationship further before Shenae had broken it off.
When the lesson came to an end, Taylor gathered her books and left the classroom without even looking at Mrs Liu, much to Shenae's relief. She started packing away her things when Mrs Liu called her over, as she did Ashley approached her desk and picked up a couple of screwed up bits of paper that had conquered her curiousity throughout the lesson. She looked slightly taken aback for a moment as she read them and then quickly left the room solely to Mrs Liu and Shenae.
'Get under the desk and get to work Shenae, you're losing half of your dinner today.'
Shenae dropped to her knee's and crawled under the desk where she saw that Mrs Liu had already removed her underwear, she crawled closer to her and placed her head between her thighs while Mrs Liu resumed marking papers.
'Hey Taylor wait up!' Ashley shouted down the hall as she ran after her, Taylor sped her walking pace. 'Where are you going?'
'No where,' Taylor lied, having every intention to go and see principle Diaz.
'Hey, Selena, Vanessa! Over here!' Ashley shouted across the large hall as they exited their separate classrooms. Selena was accompanied by Miley, her annoying friend from class.
'Hey Ashley,' Selena greeted, 'what's that loser doing here?'
Selena looked at Taylor with disdain, as though she were something unwanted found on the soul of her shoe. Taylor looked taken aback.
'I've decided to let her join the group,' Ashley announced.
'What!?' Selena shrieked, loud enough to warrant stern looks of anger from nearby teachers. 'I've been trying to get Miley approved for months!'
'They can both have a chance to prove themselves,' Ashley explained, giving into Selena. She really needed to stop enabling her bossiness, she was four years younger than her, she was lucky it wasn't her who was the bitch. Ashley made a mental note to give her a spanking tonight when they got home, before she would make Vanessa eat her pussy.
'So, Taylor, what do you think?' Ashley turned back to her, 'You want in?'
Taylor paused for a moment, perhaps this was the alternative. This could be the solution that she needed, she could join the gang and convince Ashley to turn her attentions away from Shenae.
'Ok, sure.' She answered eagerly.
Ashley turned and led them out of the hall careful not to be seen by any of the teachers. They stealthily made their way into the old sports hall that was out of order for the second time that day. She instructed Miley and Taylor to sit down on bench, they were both reluctant because it looked so wet, but Ashley assured them it was just water.
'So, girls, here's the thing. There's only room for one of you,' the girls looked at each other anxiously 'and i've decided that after ten minutes, whoever has the reddest cheeks and a mouthful of the girls juices is in the gang and the other is going to become our second bitch. Begin!'
The instructions were finished so abruptly that neither girl reacted straight away. Miley was the first to her feet and in the silence of the atmosphere she slowly approached taylor and grabbed her polo shirt, tugging it upwards. Taylor immediately stopped her and got to her feet, she grabbed hold of Miley's waist and pushed her backwards. Miley advanced one more and tried grabbing at her head.
'Get off me you bitch!' Taylor snapped and slapped Miley across the face. Miley, staggered backwards and then groaned as Taylor tackled her to the floor, sitting on her chest she pinned her arms to the floor, and quickly slapped her across the face once more.
'Taylor,' Ashley interrupted, 'those are the wrong cheeks.'
Taylor paused for a moment and then twisted her knee's that were constricted Mileys sides so that her body moved onto her side, Taylor then leant back and started to smack Miley's skirt covered bottom repeatedly.
'Are you going to let that bitch do that to your friend?' Ashley asked Selena, surprised and then turned to Vanessa with the same expression.
The two girls looked at each other and then ran over to Taylor, Vanessa grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off Miley, dragging her onto the floor. She wrapped her arms and legs around Taylor's so she couldn't move and her back was rested against her chest. Selena ripped off her skirt and knickers leaving her bottom have exposed, with Vanessa forcing her legs wide and spread.Selena then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head as Vanessa held her arms high in the air and then pinned her down once more as Selena unclipped her bra.
'No! Ashley!' Taylor screamed.
'What?'
'You said it was one against one!' she cried as Vanessa turned her body onto her side, Selena and Vanessa both had her pinned to the floor now, laid naked but for her shoes on her front, while Miley smacked her bare bottom as hard as she could.
'No actually I didn't'
Ashley sat and watched while she ate her dinner as her friends each took it in turns to spank Taylor, when her bottom was fully red they each rubbed her face on their pussies until she agreed to lick them out. Eventually, Taylor gave in, and for the remainder of the break they sat on the bench eating their food while Taylor pleasured them each in turn and Ashley lectured her on her rules and obligations to being their bitch.
Selena and Miley escorted Taylor out of the room after she had made what repairs she could to her clothes. Ashley and Vanessa however remained at Ashley's orders.
'I wasn't impressed with Miley.'
'I like her,' Vanessa offered.
'I don't but Selena does. But she needs to learn that our members reflect our group and Miley was very weak. I've decided that you can have Miley, she's above Taylor and Shenae but she still a bitch.'
'Oh thank you Ash!' Vanessa screamed joyfully, hugging her friend, they kissed each other passionately. Ashley looked at the clock and decided with ten minutes left, she had time. She sat down and much to Vanessa's disapointment, made her lick her out.
The next lesson passed without any incident, during which Shenae learned that Taylor had suffered the same fate as her, she wasn't sure whether to be pleased or horrified about it, but as neither could talk she couldn't relay and feelings toward her anway. After the lesson, they followed Ashley out of the classroom carrying her belongings to meet up with Selena, Vanessa and Miley who was unaware of her position within the group. They sat down at the side of the hall and listened to the three girls talk.
'She's a real teachers pet Ashley,' Vanessa begged her, 'please, I hate her.'
'She seems ok to me, I always liked her.' Ashley remarked.
'Oh please! I'd love to make her my bitch.'
'You already have a bitch.'
'What!?' Selena shouted, causing a stir once more by the teachers. 'Who's her bitch?'
'Miley's my bitch,' Vanessa gloated, much to the shock of Miley.
'What?' Miley croaked.
'Shut up bitch, I didn't say you could speak.' Vanessa snapped.
'That wasn't what we agreed!' Selena hissed outraged.
'Shut up Selena, this isn't a democracy.' Ashley warned her. 'You can't have her Vanessa but I will give her to Selena and she might let you use her.'
Vanessa and Selena both sat silently, angry at this decision. Though Selena was at least excited about gaining her own bitch, especially since it was Hayden Panetierre.
'Taylor,' Ashley turned to her, 'I want you to lure Hayden into the toilets after the rest of us are in. Is that understood?'
'Yes.'
'Yes what?'
'Yes Master.'
After they left, Taylor walked over to Hayden who was sat in a corner reading a book.
'Hey Hayden.'
'What do you want?' Hayden asked annoyed.
Mrs Liu told me to ask you to help me with my skirt because i've ripped it,' Taylor showed her the tear in her skirt, 'she said to get you to tie it in not for me because I can't reach.'
'You're joking?' Hayden replied.
'No, honest.'
'Get someone else to do it,' Hayen demanded, resuming her book.
'I can't, Mrs Liu specifically said you and I'm not going to argue with her, so unless you want to go and talk to her about it, I suggest you follow me to the toilet so we can get it over with.'
Hayden thought about it for a moment and decided that it was an inconvenience she could tolerate to avoid getting a spanking from one of the notoriously strictest teachers.
As Taylor entered the toilet first she wasn't surprised to see Vanessa and Selena stood on either side of the door, they allowed her to enter unscathed. As Hayden came through the door, they grabbed her covering her mouth and dragged her into a cublicle where Miley was stood waiting and they locked the door. Soon after she heard very loud slapping noises.
'Watch the door Taylor, if anyone comes whistle loudly.' Selena yelled from inside the cubicle.
She could hear Ashley moaning from within another cublicle and assumed that Shenae was going down on her. She took solace in the fact that it wasn't her on her knees.
Near the end of break time, Hayden exited the cubicle followed by a very happy looking Selena and Vanessa, and Miley was the last to leave, Taylor saw her wiping her mouth with disgust. Seconds later, Ashley came out followed by Shenae.
'It's last lesson now, so I'll see you all in the playground tomorrow morning, Shenae, Taylor, you can split any homework I have between you.'
They watched her leave the room, followed by Selena, Miley and Vanessa after they had given their own instructions out. Taylor was also required to do Miley's homework.
Hayden, Shenae and Taylor all stood silently, not knowing what to say before they left for their own class.
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Walk a Mile Day 1, Part 1: Citrus
Heather moaned softly, everything felt funny. Her body felt thick and heavy, her mind felt fuzzy. Or was it the other way around? She wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that it was dark, she was in bed, snuggled up under the nice warm covers, and her head hurt a little bit. What had happened? Where was she?
She thought back to the previous evening. Oooh yeah! It had been the big night, her opportunity to stick it to those perverted aliens and their sick, disgusting, sinful company. She was a part of the Pure Blood movement, a human group against genetic engineering, re-engineering, enhancement, and sexual engagements with anything non-baseline human.
The goal was to sneak into the facility where Alpha Genetic Designs had its primary data storage facility, where all the genetic codes for the company's engineered sex toys were kept and accessed. If she could just destroy the mainframe, they wouldn't be able to produce their abominations any more.
She remembered sneaking in through an office window and making it out into the hallway, avoiding the cameras and scanners on her way to the computer core room. It was actually pretty ingenious keeping something so important in a small, out of the way, unimportant location. No one would ever have found it if it had been just a few days later, when they shielded the data line to make the flow look much, much smaller. But Heather had.
Her branch of the Pure Bloods were a bit more extreme than most, and would resort to acts of sabotage to damage the efforts of those that they saw were polluting the moral and genetic structure of the human race. Just because they had to share the universe with such lustful beasts as the Leiaou didn't mean they had to stoop to their level with things.
Disgusting cats, no concept of gender, a bunch of sluts and whores, the entire race. All they were interested in was sex, most had it several times a day with a number of partners. Many had no bonds with any other one individual, and it was unheard of for one to devote herself exclusively to a single partner. Repugnant feline succubi, the whole race.
Heather remembered getting to the computer core room, getting ready to plant the explosives when... when... she couldn't remember clearly. There was a soft noise, like wind through grass, and a sudden pain in her head, and then nothing. She lifted her head from the bed and looked around. It was total darkness, she couldn't see anything. She could move her arms and legs, though. The mattress was comfortable, and the blanket soft. Maybe she had just dreamed the raid?
Suddenly there was a weight against her back, a warm body pressing against her, a soft purr filling her ears, a rough tongue lapping at her neck. Oh no... they hadn't! Heather felt something warm and hard pressed up against her rump. They had! They'd done something to her, they'd probably raped her while she was unconscious.
She felt leather padded handpaws slipping around her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples, drawing a moan from her. The paws slid down her body, over her belly, over her hips, and back... up her tail?!
Th... they had perverted her body! It was bad enough that they had raped her while she was alseep, but polluting her genes, that was worse! That was rape on a spiritual level. Heather tried to pull away, tried to struggle, but she found herself unable to move. The Leiaou's hands returned to her belly, and dipped downward to her sex.
Oh no! Oh no! Oh yes! Heather found herself moaning again, gasping, pressing back against the feline monster. She felt her legs spreading instinctively, allowing the harlot's fingers into her. She began to pant, her hips bucking. Her traitorous hands found their way to her breasts, breasts far more plentiful than the ones nature had given Heather. They had turned her into one of them, an oversexed, fur covered beast-slut!
Heather began to moan loudly, she felt the cat-bitch press up further against her, taking the scruff of her neck in her mouth. She yowled in protest as the cat removed her fingers, Heather's sex-toy body longing for the lustful sins this filthy she-cat had to provide. She shivered as the feline cock slid into her, inhumanly shaped and covered with small spines that tickled her insides in ways she had never imagined possible.
Oh it felt so good, but it was so wrong! The feline temptresses had designed themselves to offer sinister pleasures of the flesh to tempt other species into taking the dark path into mixing of genetic lines, polluting them with their own vile genes.
She felt a hot, wet explosion inside of her, a climax far more powerful than anything she had experienced during her own lusts overwhelmed her and demanded she violate herself. She arched he back and growled like the animal that they'd made her as she came. She felt the disgusting dual gendered creature erupt into her, and suddenly found herself overwhelmed with sensation.
What she felt went beyond orgasm, beyond climax, it was... something the human body didn't have the capacity to feel. It felt wonderful, it made her feel more alive, more vibrant. It made her want more. But Heather recognized it for what it was, it was like a drug, a lure, an addiction that they wanted to instill in her to get her to willingly reduce herself to their level.
Heather wouldn't play their game. She would refuse. She wouldn't bow to their demands, she would overcome her... oh fuck, why was she rolling over? Unbidden, her arms wrapped themselves around the furry body of her rapist. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the feline's muzzle, their tongues meeting.
"Good morning, sister." she heard the words, she felt her vocal chords give voice to them. But they hadn't come from her mind or her will. They hadn't even sounded like her voice
"Good morning, Citrus." the feline purred back.
Citrus? That wasn't her name! She wouldn't let herself be called by that name, not if she could help it. She willed herself to bite, to claw, to show this creature that she couldn't get away with warping her this way.
But instead she found herself scooting downward in the bed, her lips finding their way to the feline's nipple. She wanted to throw up, she was... nursing from this creature. Urgh! It was warm and sweet in her mouth, and... tasted like strawberries?
"That's enough, cutie, we have to get ready for work. We can play later, right before bed." the feline purred, gently prying Heather's head from her breast.
"But I love your milk, 'Berry." the altered human found herself saying.
She felt a playful slap on her rump, "Get in the bathroom and wash up, you're on first duty. And besides, you might want to explain to your little passenger what's going on."
Passenger? Heather didn't like the sound of that at all.
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Heather felt herself getting up from the bed, her muscles moving on their own, walking in the darkness. Heather just waited to run into something, or trip over an unseen item in the darkness, but such things never came. Instead her hand found the wall, gliding across the smoother surface until it came into contact with a door frame. Whoever had hijacked her body was familiar with this place and had no problems finding the light switch and flipped it on.
The captive girl caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped, or she would of if she had control of her body. What she saw in the mirror was horrible, terrible, hideous. She was a skunk. A skunk with yellow, orange, and white fur, long white hair, and a body that just screamed out to be fucked. A perfect hourglass figure, a lithe and trim, but solid muscle tone, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Unnaturally blue eyes set in a face that could bewitch men and women alike with a smile. A face that was smirking at her in the mirror.
Her hand reached out for a brush of its own volition, and began fixing her long main of silky white hair. "Okay, that's enough of that. First of all, this isn't your body. this is MY body. You're just fine, you're in a full sensory immersion pod owned by the very company your tried to sabotage the other night. We've hacked your cyberlink, and you're getting direct feed from my own body." the skunk explained.
Heather would have sighed with relief, but again she couldn't control the physical form she was feeling at the moment. She was only linked via remote to this genetically engineered hussy, her own pure flesh and blood had not been tainted. Or at least she hoped it hadn't. A pleasant, warm feeling began to emanate from her.. their chest. The skunk was groping their breasts!
"The remote link is a little bit backwards of how it usually works. Normally the remote user, IE you, is situated in the SIMM pod, feeling the sensation of the remote body, able to read and override thoughts, feelings, and actions. Though not in this case. I hear what you think. We share the same senses for the time being. I can let you control my body, if I feel like it. Now, I'm letting you have control for the moment, don't do anything stupid, or I'll stuff you right back into the corner of my mind that you're currently occupying." Citrus warned her 'rider.'
The human suddenly found the weird, heavy, fuzzy, detached feelings fading, along with the perceived pain in her head. The link was at full power, Heather now had no connection with her own senses whatsoever. All she experienced was now limited to the body of the sex-toy skunkette. She gasped softly and gripped the edges with the sink.
Her entire body felt good, a warm, wonderful, pleasant sensation that seemed to emanate from every portion of her body. "Wh-what is this?" she gasped, her own voice coming from the skunk's throat.
"The Afterglow Effect." Citrus replied, their shared face showing a grin.
Heather shivered and sat down on the toilet, waiting for it to go away. Afterglow was a genetic enhancement that heightened sexual pleasure, and induced hormones into the bloodstream that brought about a sensation of physical euphoria. It rewarded those that were sexually active with not only the intense, but brief pleasure of orgasm, but a lasting feeling of pleasure and satisfaction. It was an incredibly popular genetic alteration. It encouraged promiscuity and sexual deviancy. Depending on the stimulation, Afterglow could take a number of different effects. In this case it felt like being caressed simultaneously over her entire body, invisible fingertips slowly stroking her.
"Make it stop." Heather whispered, feeling her arousal beginning to build from the sensation.
Citrus giggled and shook their head, "Nope. You can either wait twenty minutes for it to go away, or you can override it yourself."
Heather shivered again, it felt so wrong to have two people in one body. She felt the motions Citrus made, felt her words coming out of their shared throat. The feeling was unsettling every time she felt control of their body pulled out of her metaphorical hands. "H-how do I override?"
"You have to masturbate. My Afterglow has been designed to trigger only by climax brought about by others. Climaxing from self stimulation will flush the Afterglow hormones from my system." the sex-toy skunk said with a giggle.
The human felt slightly nauseous. "No way." she said, gritting their teeth. She wouldn't lower herself to that. Even if this wasn't her body, she wouldn't pollute her mind by doing that. She still felt guilty for the few times in her life when she'd been overcome, and in a moment of weakness stooped to satisfying her animal lusts.
"Now that's just silly. Why feel guilty for making yourself feel good? I doubt you feel guilty for eating ice cream, or chocolate, or any treat like that which is just about devoid of any nutritional value. You don't feel guilty for being entertained by a Tri-D movie, or playing a video game. So why should you be ashamed for something that feels good, and provides you with enjoyment and entertainment? It's your body, why should you feel bad for an act that's biologically designed to feel good?" Citrus said with a snort.
"Because it's wrong! Sex is..." Heather began, only to find the vocal chords she shared with Citrus hijacked.
"Sex is what? A vile, dirty, corrupt act that should be ignored at all costs, save for procreational purposes? A biological drive that isn't fit for rational, sentient, thinking beings? A bestial act that should be left to lesser creatures? It's a perfectly natural biological function. You eat, you sleep, you breath, you have sex. It's a perfectly normal activity. I don't understand portions of your race at all. Convinced your uncovered bodies are something to be ashamed of and the act of sex is a crime. Why is it wrong?"
"You think it's wrong simply because your parents and peers taught you that it was wrong, as their parents and peers did before them, all the way back to when females were looked upon as property and superstitions ruled your race entirely. Why base your moral values on the views and teachings of men who were dead centuries before you were born? It seems silly to cling to something so rigidly. Things are supposed to change, to bend, to take on new shapes as new situations and stresses are applied. Things adapt to changing environments, or things die out."
Citrus sighed, "Anyway, enough talk. Into the shower with us. we want to look our best for work."
Ignoring the low throb between her legs, Heather moved their body toward the shower, turning it on and waiting for the water to heat. She was a little stunned, shocked into silence, she'd never had a talking to like that before. She had been forced to listen, essentially. Usually when people talked like that to her, she walked away, or turned away from them and zoned out, ignoring them. It had struck her like a slap to the face.
"I'm sorry for being so blunt, but you're in my head calling me filthy names, thinking you're so much better than me just because you have the inefficient, trial and error, long, slow, drawn out process of adaptation created genes. It doesn't make you any better, or any worse. It just makes you different. Genetic diversity is a wonderful thing, and sexual reproduction allows for the optimal circumstances to enhance it. Technology has allowed us to dramatically alter ourselves as individuals, and as a race. It's made it so that everyone can alter their DNA and their bodies in a way that makes them feel the most comfortable, to give them the best fulfillment of life. Adaptation to a particular environment isn't much needed for sentient species as a whole anymore. With FTL travel, terraforming, and all that stuff, species can find and create their preferred environment. It's enhancing the quality of the life for the individual that sould be important."
Both were silent for awhile, stepping into the shower, enjoying the flow of hot jets of water over their furred body. Heather and Citrus both found it enjoyable, both of them sighing with enjoyment at the same time. Heather picked up the bottle of shampoo and poured a goodly amount into their handpaw, lathering up their hair, and then their body fur.
They stepped back from the spray, massaging the shampoo into their fur, a pleasant tingle occurring where the suds remained for more than a few moments. Heather bit their lip, trying to ignore the increasing desire in their loins. Her handpaws avoided the region, not wanting to accidentally stimulate herself. The human rider was sure that if she so much as gently brushed their sex, she wouldn't be able to resist any longer, and succumb to the urge to fuck.
She stepped forward again, rinsing the soap from her fur. Citrus had left her in complete control again. Somehow Heather could tell the difference when the skunk's consciousness was ready to pounce and seize control away from her, and when she was simply laying back and letting Heather move their shared body.
With the shampoo washed away, the conditioner came next, producing a similar sensation of tingling. Heather spent a little more time with the conditioner, rubbing it into Citrus' tail, exploring an appendage that she herself lacked.
Her arousal was getting annoying, and that Afterglow feeling wasn't helping at all. Heather didn't think she could last another fifteen minutes with it going like that, she would be forced into a lustful fit of self-pleasuring. If she was going to do it anyway, she might as well chose where and when. And after all, this wasn't HER body. Citrus probably pleasured herself every morning in the shower anyway.
"I do." Citrus said with a chuckle, "You're right. The glow is a little distracting sometimes, especially when you want to get on task for something, like getting ready for work. Go ahead and do whatever you feel like. I usually go into work an hour early anyways."
Heather sighed and sat down on the edge of the tub, legs spread, her fingers tentatively moving towards her slit.
"It feels better if you use the bottle, that's why I get that brand. Not because I find the shampoo outstanding, but because the shape of the container makes a great sex toy." Citrus giggled.
Heather found her hand darting to the bottle out of her own will and desire, pushing it needfully into her aching snatch. The bottle had a scalloped shape, curved bumps on the sides. The feeling as her netherlips slid over them made Heather weak in the knees. If she hadn't already been sitting down, then she would have fallen right on her tail.
The slightly painful ache quickly faded, replaced by a pleasant, throbbing warmth. The skunkette's body was designed for sex, and it took the bottle in effortlessly. The human found herself purring softly, a feline characteristic that all Leiaou engineered creatures had. Heather had to admit that it was a pleasant sound, and made it easy to indicate one's pleasure.
It was wonderful, the skunkette's tight walls eagerly clutched at the sides of the bottle, their sensitivity obviously enhanced beyond anything a normal person would experience. Heather felt Citrus move her other hand, her fingers seeking out the small nub of her clitoris. The merest touch made Heather cry out. She dropped to her knees at the bottom of the tub, laying on the slick, smooth plastic, her nipples rubbing against it with each thrust her body made, adding to her pleasure.
She could see why people would mod themselves to this extent, it felt incredible, the intense pleasure more than anything Heather had ever experienced before. She pawed frantically at her clit, driving the bottle in and out of her sex and an equally rapid pace. The human rider had expected to be reduced to a state of animal lust, where her mind filled with nothing but the urge to rut, but it was quite different.
There was a clarity in her thoughts and senses, she felt like she could feel every single tiny hair on her furred body. It felt like there was a balloon of purest pleasure being inflated inside of her, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger, eager to burst.
And burst it did, Heather was only faintly aware of a hot stickiness that covered her hands, and the smell of lemon and orange on the air. He world had turned white, purest radiant white filling all of her sense as her borrowed body experienced an enhanced climax.
The journey down from the peak was pleasant, mild twitches that resulted in tiny orgasms, the stimulation removed, but her sex still granting her a physical reward for her exertion. Heather couldn't even move, all she could do was lie there and let her body finish. Citrus, however, seemed to be able to recover quicker, taking control of their body again, standing them up and washing their climactic fluids from their fur.
She also licked the bottle clean. Heather was disgusted by it at first, but apparently like the feline hermaphrodite Strawberry, Citrus' own sexual secretions were flavored.
"Shemale." corrected Citrus.
Heather drew a blank at that.
"Strawberry, she's a feline shemale, not a hermaphrodite. Female in everything except the genitalia, where she's completely male."
Heather wanted to feel nauseous at that, the fact that such a deviant creature had not only been pressed up against her, but had engaged in sexual intercourse with her. Well... not her, exactly. But the body whose senses she was sharing.
"Oh don't even start. It's a perfectly normal form for an engineered life form to have, or to be re-engineered into. Some males don't want to go all the way, be it because they want to remain men in some way, or that they just want to have a curvaceous body, or just because they themselves prefer a chick with a dick. Our shemale models outsell their standard male counterparts by fifty percent. A great deal of purchasers prefer the female body shape. Softer, curvier, and our female customers can share clothes with them. A lot of our female clients purchase us not only as a lover, but as a friend and confidant, and find us easier to relate to when we resemble females." Citrus said, turning off the shower and stepping out onto the drying vent.
Heather had begun to recover from the overwhelming climax that the two of them had just experienced. She had guessed that Citrus was an engineered love toy...
"Companion." the skunk corrected, now totally dry and beginning to style her hair.
And Heather had her suspicions confirmed. She wondered what they would be doing all day. Probably something like cleaning their owner's house until they decided they wanted a little companionship and called their fuck-to... companion to come and play.
Citrus grinned predatorially, allowing Heather to catch sight of it in the mirror. "Oh no, we're not owned. We acquired our independence from our owners long ago. But we all decided to keep the jobs we had with the company. There's no better job than the one we have. You see, we're the Alpha Genetic Designs demo models. Well, at this location anyway."
If Heather had been in control of their body, her eyes would have widened in shock and horror. She didn't need it explained, but Citrus enjoyed her rider's discomfort.
"You see, prospective buyers stop buyers stop by, or we go to certain locations in order to allow the public to sample the AGD products free of charge. We fuck for a living, to anybody that passes by and wants to wait. That's why you've been assigned to us as punishment. For four days you get to experience everything we experience, going through the lives of four of the 'fuck-toys' that you hate so much and would like to see destroyed. Now, let's grab some breakfast then get to work!"
Heather was glad Citrus was in control of their body, as she was pretty sure that if it had been her, that they would have thrown up.
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By the time he exited the arrivals terminal at JFK, Ben was in a foul mood. He glanced at his watch as he made his way to the parking lot -- 5:12pm.
He knew he had no chance of getting home before Brit arrived.
His morning appointment had dragged on longer than he'd anticipated. Although he'd submitted a detailed proposal the day before -- and walked the client through it step by step -- the client developed cold feet overnight, and required reassurance -- a bit more hand holding -- before giving their final approval.
"Damn it," he said, out loud, and not for the first time that afternoon, "they always realize I'm right. Just once, I wish they'd realize it from the start!"
He'd had to re-book his flight home, and wasted several hours sitting around the airport, waiting. In addition, afternoon rain showers forced his flight to take a slightly longer route to New York City.
Gaby had been disappointed when he called that morning to tell her about his change in schedule. She worried he wouldn't be home in time for dinner, but assured him she would entertain Brit in his absence.
The only good news: it was a Saturday; he wouldn't be facing rush hour traffic on his drive home.
He dialed Gaby's cell phone, wanting to tell her he'd landed. It rang through to her voice mail.
Ten minutes later, Ben reached his Jeep. He tossed his bags into the back, then slipped behind the steering wheel.
As he drove out of the parking lot, he hit the play button on the CD player.
"Music soothes the savage beast," he said, exhaling a long breath.
His favorite group, a small-time foursome from Brit's hometown, began pouring from of the speakers.
"It's too bad these lads will never get anywhere," he thought, as he sang along.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you..."
That morning, following Ben's first phone call, Gaby debated calling Brit to tell her of Ben's delay. Finally, she decided against it.
Ben would be home soon after Brit's arrival, she reasoned. Then they could go to dinner and relax.
She went out to run errands, including keeping an appointment with her hairstylist. She decided to have her mid-back length, dark-brown hair woven into a single braid, which hung down the middle of her back.
During the day, her anticipation grew. She tried to keep busy -- to keep her mind on other things -- but her thoughts often returned to Brit. And, the more she thought about Brit, the more excited she became.
It was nearly 4:00 by the time Gaby arrived back at the apartment. She enjoyed another long, steamy bath -- during which she again made herself cum while thinking about Brit -- then dressed. She tried on several outfits, eventually choosing a tight, red, bandage dress, which ended several inches above her knees and showed off her petite figure. Her matching four-inch heels boosted her 5'2" frame. Beneath the dress, she wore a black satin thong and matching bra.
As was her habit -- mostly because Ben preferred it -- she applied minimal make-up before heading into the living room to wait.
When the doorbell rang five minutes early, her heart leapt. She could feel it pounding against the inside of her chest.
After buzzing Brit into the lobby, Gaby opened the apartment door and waited as Brit climbed the stairs.
It took only a few moments for Brit to appear. She wore a low-cut, white, knee-length dress, and calf-high, white go-go boots. The top of the dress hugged her body. From the waist down, however, it billowed loosely around her legs as she moved toward Gaby.
Like Gaby, she'd chosen to wear very little make-up, and she let her hair hang straight down. Most of her hair fell down her back, but a few strands framed her pretty face and came to rest on her chest.
"Mmmm," Gaby said, "you look terrific, Brit."
"You think so?" Brit asked. "I wasn't sure what to wear for dinner."
"Oh, you're fine, Honey," Gaby said, adding with a giggle, "in so many ways."
Brit laughed as she walked into the apartment.
"I'm so glad you came," Gaby said, leaning in to kiss Brit on the cheek.
"Where's Ben?" Brit asked.
"He had to catch a later flight," Gaby answered. "But, he called as I was getting out of the bath. He landed about an hour ago, and should be home any minute."
"OK," Brit said. "Where are we going to dinner?"
"Giuseppe's Ristorante," Gaby answered. "Have you ever been there?"
"No," Brit laughed, "that's fancier than the places my boyfriend takes me."
"It's our favorite place," Gaby told her. "We've known the owner forever."
Gaby led Brit toward the kitchen.
"Would you like a drink while we wait?" she asked, over her shoulder.
Ben drove home quickly. The music, and the light traffic, helped lift his mood. By the time he swung the Jeep into his parking spot, he felt better than he had all day.
He opened the door to the apartment, stepped inside, then twisted his body to push it closed with his foot. He set down his suitcase and let the straps of his rucksack slip off his shoulders. As he lowered the pack to the floor, he heard familiar sounds coming from the kitchen.
Ben walked the few steps to the archway leading out of the hallway.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, as he turned into the room.
The sight that greeted him, while not wholly unexpected, was still something of a surprise. The women were almost entirely nude. Crumpled clothing lay scattered on the floor near the kitchen table.
Ben could see that Gaby still wore a bra and heels. Brit wore go-go boots and a pair of white, cotton boyshorts.
Gaby leaned against the corner of the table. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned softly. Brit was on her knees in front of Gaby, her face pushed between Gaby's legs.
Ben didn't need to be a rocket-surgeon to understand the situation. The look on Gaby's face let Ben know exactly what Brit was doing.
"Started without me again, eh?" Ben asked.
Gaby opened her eyes and smiled.
"Hey, Baby," she moaned.
"I see you went straight to dessert," he said, as he moved toward her.
"No, just a little appetizer," Gaby giggled.
Brit stopped licking Gaby and looked up at Ben.
"'Ello," Brit said, with a grin.
"Hello," Ben said. "Having fun?"
He moved his right hand to the back of Gaby's head and held her as he kissed her deeply.
"I missed you, Baby," he said, when he broke the kiss.
"Mmmm, I missed you too," Gaby said, breathlessly.
"I like your hair," he said, gently pulling her braid.
She smiled at his compliment.
Ben turned to look at Brit as she stood up.
"You didn't have to stop on my..." he began, but stopped as his eyes traced over Brit's body.
"Just 'glancing,' Ben?" Gaby teased, after several seconds.
Brit reached up and pushed her breasts together.
"Gaby told me you like them," Brit said.
"I do," Ben admitted.
She stood on her tip-toes and kissed his lips.
Ben opened his mouth and wrapped his arms around her -- pulling her body against his -- as he kissed her back.
She pushed her tongue against his, and moaned into his mouth.
Gaby watched them kiss for several seconds, then stood up. She pushed Brit a step to the side. Ben broke the kiss and released Brit from his grasp. He looked at Gaby.
Before he could say anything, Gaby grabbed Ben's belt and quickly unbuckled it.
"We need to get these pants open, Ben," Gaby hissed.
He reached down to help her, but she pushed away his hands.
Leaving Gaby in control, he used his left hand to pull Brit against his left side, and placed his right hand on her chest. She slipped a hand between his legs, resting it on his inner thigh.
As Gaby unsnapped and unzipped his pants, he moved his hand to Brit's left breast. He savored the feel of her warm skin in his hand. He squeezed gently, then let his fingers trail across the nipple.
Gaby pushed his pants and boxer-briefs downward roughly. The tip of Ben's erect cock popped out of his underwear as Gaby struggled to work them over the hips of his large frame.
Leaving the pants around his thighs, Gaby grabbed Ben's cock.
Ben let go of Brit and tried to push his pants farther down his legs.
Again, Gaby stopped him, moving her body against his right side.
"Oh, my God," Brit gasped, "you weren't kidding."
Ben looked at Gaby.
"I take it you showed her your toy," he said.
"Well, I wanted her to know what she's getting into," Gaby said, with a smile. "Or, what will be getting into her."
"You are a dirty, devious, little girl," he said, slipping his right hand around her body.
"Mmmm, and you love me for it," she reminded him.
He pulled her braided hair again, tilting her head back, and he kissed her exposed neck.
Brit wrapped her left hand around the shaft of Ben's cock. Ben moaned as both women stroked him, each trying to match the other's rhythm. He moved his left hand to Brit's ass, and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her underwear.
His middle finger found the crack of her ass, and he tried to adjust himself to slide it downward.
Awkwardly, he took a step backward -- pulling the women with him -- until his ass hit the edge of the counter.
Finding more support, he simultaneously pulled Brit in front of him, turning her back to him as he did, and pushed Gaby until she stood in front of Brit.
"Mmmm, a Brit sandwich," Gaby whispered.
Releasing his hold on the women, Ben pushed his pants down farther. They fell to his knees, giving him slightly more range of motion.
Gaby kissed Brit, pushing her back against Ben. His cock became trapped between his body and her cotton panties. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric.
The two women kissed for several minutes, while Ben ran his hands over the both. Brit slipped a hand behind her back to run her fingers across Ben's skin.
Gaby broke her kiss with Brit and quickly unhooked her bra. As it fell to the floor, she kicked off her heels.
Wasting no time, she lowered herself to her knees in front of Brit. She reached up, hooked her fingers inside the waistband of Brit's panties, and pulled them downward.
Ben put his hands on Brit's hips -- to steady her as she stepped out of her underwear. Then, he slid them upward to cup her breasts, and he leaned slightly to kiss her shoulder.
Gaby pushed Brit's legs apart and kissed her inner thigh.
"Yesss," Brit moaned.
Ben squeezed Brit's breasts in his hands, and Gaby trailed her tongue slowly upward until she reached Brit's wetness.
Brit quivered against Ben as Gaby's tongue slid inside her.
Leaving his left hand on her chest, Ben moved his right hand downward, letting the tips of his fingers poke into her bellybutton, then caress the smooth skin of her lower belly. As they reached her clit, Brit gasped. She put her hands on top of Ben's and squeezed hard.
Brit's knees nearly buckled, but Ben held her tightly.
"I've got you," he whispered in her ear.
She moaned in reply.
As Ben rubbed Brit's clit, Gaby alternated between tongue fucking her, and kissing and licking Ben's fingers. The feeling of Gaby's soft, wet tongue on his fingers exhilarated Ben.
"Oh, that feels so good," Brit said.
Her breathing quickened. Ben felt her body tremble against his, and her knees weakened again.
Brit began to writhe against Gaby's face. Her movements made her ass rub up and down Ben's cock.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," she cried, and turned her head to kiss Ben's mouth. He pushed his tongue against hers as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers on her clit.
Brit moaned into his mouth and her body bucked violently as she came. Ben held her tightly to him and Gaby continued sticking the tip of her tongue inside Brit.
As Brit's orgasm continued, Gaby pulled her face from between Brit's legs.
"Ben, you have to taste this sweet, little pussy," she said.
Brit looked down and reached out to pull Gaby's head back into her, but Gaby dodged her hands and stood up. She leaned into Brit and kissed her.
Again, Brit tasted herself on Gaby's mouth.
Even as her body still quivered, Ben slowly slipped his hands to Brit's shoulders.
He turned her -- breaking Gaby's kiss -- and maneuvered her to the table. She sat on the edge and leaned back.
As Ben struggled to remove his shoes and pull off his pants, Gaby climbed on the table and turned to straddle Brit's face. Gaby gasped as Brit's tongue found her lips.
"Jesus, you're a good student," Gaby whispered, as she squeezed Brit's breasts in her hands.
Now naked from the waist down, Ben knelt between Brit's legs. Gaby leaned forward and reached out to him. She put her right hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her; kissing him fiercely, like a woman possessed by some demon of passion. He too could taste Brit on her mouth.
Ben moved his right hand between Brit's legs and found her wetness. Carefully, he slid a finger inside her.
"I love you, Baby," Gaby said, when she broke their kiss.
"I know," he whispered, with a grin.
He leaned in and let the tip of his tongue brush over Brit's clit. Her body stiffened at the touch.
Ben slipped a second finger inside Brit, and ran his tongue up and down her lips.
Brit moaned and lifted her legs to rest them on Ben's shoulders. She pulled him into her.
"Mmmm, that's it, Brit," Gaby said, "make him eat that pussy."
Brit ran her fingers over Gaby's olive skin, tracing along her sides, and up over her lower back.
Ben suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, turning his head to push it deep inside Brit's pussy. He moved his hand to Gaby's face and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue over his fingers, cleaning Brit's juices from them.
Gaby opened her mouth wide around his fingers and Ben knew she was close -- she was fighting to avoid biting him as her orgasm approached.
He couldn't hear Brit, but by the way her body squirmed under his tongue, he knew she too was near the edge of another orgasm.
Within moments, first Brit, then Gaby, began to shake. Gaby took Ben's fingers from her mouth and interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing hard as she reached bliss.
"Ben, I'm gonna cum," she cried, then slipped into her native Spanish. "Me corro! Me corro!"
Both women moaned as orgasms exploded through their bodies.
Their convulsing bodies shook the table violently, and Ben worried it might collapse under them.
He moved his free hand between Brit's legs and pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy squeezed them tightly as he tried to work them in and out.
Ben lifted his head to kiss Gaby. As her orgasm rocked her nerves, she again took hold of his head -- this time with both hands -- and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, Dios mío!" she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Te amo, Ben."
"Te amo, Baby," he said.
"Fuck me," they heard Brit say, weakly. "Please, Ben."
"Stand up," Gaby whispered to Ben.
He carefully slipped Brit legs from his shoulders and stood. His hard cock pointed at the two women on the table.
Gaby wrapped her right hand around his shaft and pulled him closer.
"I love this fucking cock," she hissed.
"I want it," Brit said, raising her head from the table top.
Gaby rubbed the head over Brit's clit and down the slick lips.
"Oh, bugger," Brit cried out.
She turned her head and pressed her face against Gaby's inner thigh.
Gaby moved the head of Ben's cock to Brit's opening.
"Are you ready?" Gaby asked, looking up at Ben.
"Yessss," Brit answered. "Don't tease me."
"What about rule number one?" Ben managed to ask, though, at that moment, he found it difficult to care about any rules.
Gaby stopped and stared into Ben's eyes. She remained silent, as if mulling over what he'd said. She considered letting Ben break the rule this one time -- not wanting to stop in the middle of things.
"Is that what you want, Baby?" he asked, pushing himself against Brit, letting a few millimeters of his head slip between her lips.
"No, you're right," Gaby said, finally. "I just lost my head."
"Bugger bloody rule one, whatever it is," Brit exclaimed, "stick that bleeding stonker in me!"
Gaby sighed deeply.
"I know, Honey," she said, turning her body to look at Brit's face. "We've had a lot of fun already. I think we owe Ben some."
"I agree," Ben laughed.
"Go lean against the counter," Gaby said, releasing his cock from her grip.
Ben backed up until his ass once again rested against the counter. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
As he watched, Gaby gingerly climbed off the table. She turned to take Brit's hand and helped her up. Brit stood up slowly, allowing her knees to remember their job.
The two women walked over to Ben. As he kissed Gaby, Brit grabbed his cock.
"I want this inside me," she said, aiming it between her legs and moving her hips against his.
Ben moaned as she stroked his shaft.
"Come here," Gaby said, lowering herself to her knees on Ben's right. "You know what you have to do first."
Brit pouted for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip like a child. Then -- still holding his hardness -- she knelt in front of Ben.
Gaby put her right hand on Brit's shoulder. She slid her left hand around the back of Ben's leg, moving it upward until her fingers found his scrotum.
"It's so nice," Brit cooed, continuing to stroke Ben's shaft.
Ben reached out with his left hand and ran his thumb over Brit's lips. Brit took it in her mouth for a moment, before Ben removed it and placed his hand on the side of her face.
"My turn," Ben said, looking into her eyes.
Brit raised herself slightly and leaned in to lick his swollen head.
Ben closed his eyes as Brit began moving her lips up and down the sides of his cock. She let her tongue trail over his skin, lubricating him with her saliva.
Gaby leaned in to kiss his inner thigh as she continued caressing his balls.
Ben tried to control his breathing.
Brit pulled back to flick her tongue across the tip, then took the head between her lips.
"Ohhh," Ben moaned.
She took him deeper, slowly running her tongue over the smooth skin of his hard cock. He moved his left hand to the back of her Brit's head. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and let it slip between his fingers. He put his right hand on Gaby's shoulder both to touch her, and to steady himself.
Brit adjusted herself and took the entire length of him, letting the head slide into her throat. She gagged and pulled back.
She moved her hands to Ben's ass to steady herself, and to allow herself to take him in deeper. Again, she gagged, and quickly let Ben slip from her mouth.
"Easy, Brit," Ben said, as she looked up at him, "you don't have to choke yourself."
"But, I thought guys liked that," Brit said. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"Honey, this isn't a porno," Gaby said, "you don't have to drool all over a guy, or hurt yourself, to make him cum."
Gaby leaned in and took the head of Ben's cock in her mouth. She moved both hands to the shaft and began to stroke him.
As Brit watched, Gaby took more and more of Ben into her mouth.
"That's it," Ben moaned.
Despite her petite build, Gaby had always been able to deep throat him -- an ability he thoroughly enjoyed. He loved the feeling of her throat clutching at the head of his cock, trying to pull him deeper.
As she held him in her throat, Ben -- in a fleeting moment of coherent thought -- got the feeling she was showing off for Brit, but he didn't complain.
He felt the pressure quickly building in his balls.
Gaby suddenly took her mouth off Ben.
"Shit," he cried. "Don't stop now."
"You have to learn to relax your throat," Gaby said, turning to Brit while ignoring Ben's protest, "but, don't force it. It takes practice."
Brit nodded.
"Just start slow," Gaby continued. "Take what you comfortably can in your mouth, and use your hands on the shaft and the balls."
She let Brit take control again.
Following Gaby's instructions, Brit quickly drove Ben toward the edge of orgasm.
"Don't hold back, Baby," Gaby told him. "I know you need to cum bad after what we did to you."
Ben couldn't answer with words. He breathed in gasps as Brit held the head of his cock between her lips and used both hands to jerk him hard and fast. He could feel her pushing her tongue against the tip of his cock.
Gaby moved behind Brit and reached around to run her hands over Brit's hard nipples. Ben began to breathe faster and Gaby could tell he'd cum soon. She pulled Brit back, allowing Ben's cock to pop out of her mouth.
"I want you to fuck these big tits, Ben," Gaby said. "I want you to cum all over them."
Gaby pushed Brit's breasts together tightly. Ben stepped closer as Brit turned her head to kiss Gaby.
Ben bent his knees -- not completely sure they wouldn't buckle -- and pressed himself against the bottom of Brit's breasts. Lubricated by her saliva and sweat, he slid himself between them.
Breaking their kiss, both women looked down to watch the head of Ben's cock poke up above the top of Brit's cleavage.
"Oh, that is beautiful," Gaby whispered, leaning over Brit's left shoulder.
Brit tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of Ben's cock each time it appeared.
Ben knew he couldn't last long. He moved faster, putting his hands on Brit's shoulders as he pumped himself into Brit's soft, warm flesh.
"Push them together, Honey," Gaby told Brit.
Brit moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and kept them wrapped around Ben's cock.
Gaby reached up and pinched Ben's right nipple.
Ben cried out in response to the pleasurable pain.
"Come on, Baby; do it," she told Ben, "cum for us."
She placed her free right hand on Brit's right hip, helping to steady her.
Ben began to grunt with each thrust.
"Yes, I want it, Ben," Brit said, looking up at him.
"That's right, Ben," Gaby ordered, "give it to her."
"Here I cum," Ben said, suddenly. "Here I cummm..."
His body bucked against Brit and he fired a long stream of cum up between her breasts onto her neck. Brit released her breasts as Ben fired again -- another long stream that covered her left nipple.
Brit fumbled while trying to grab Ben's cock as he came, then managed to take hold of him. Gripping tightly, she stroked him roughly.
Gaby released Ben's nipple and leaned over Brit's shoulder, pushing her into Ben, as his body spasmed a third time. His cum coated Brit's hands and her chest.
"More, Ben," Gaby demanded, as he gasped for breath.
Brit let the cock slip from her slick fingers.
"Don't stop," Ben pleaded. "Keep going."
Gaby slipped around Brit and took Ben's cock in her mouth. She gripped the shaft with both hands and stroked him.
"Mmmm," she moaned, vibrating his cock with her mouth.
"Oh, God, Baby," Ben moaned, as she milked the cum from him.
Ben's knees nearly gave out as Gaby finished him, but he reached up to steady himself against the counter.
As the last spasms of his orgasm died away, he looked down at Brit, and watched his cum slowly run down her chest.
Satisfied she'd completely drained Ben, Gaby released his cock from her mouth, but reached up to stroke his softening cock with her left hand.
"Once he cums, he's really sensitive," Gaby told Brit, with a smile. "If you keep sucking, or stroking, you can really make him jump."
"Hey," Ben objected, "no teasing."
Gaby looked up into Ben's eyes and removed her hand from his shaft.
Ben moved away from the women and carefully lowered himself into the nearest chair.
"That was so hot," Gaby said, turning to look at Brit. "Look at your cum all over those beautiful breasts."
She reached out to squeeze Brit's breasts, then rubbed the cum into Brit's skin, leaving her chest shiny in the last dying rays of sunlight coming through the kitchen window.
"Ben really likes it when you rub it in," Gaby said. "And, it's good for the skin, too."
Brit looked at Ben, as he watched Gaby rub her chest.
"Did you like making him cum that way?" Gaby asked Brit.
"Yes," Brit answered.
"Do you want more of that cock?" Gaby asked her.
"Bloody Hell, yes," Brit nearly screamed.
Gaby looked at Ben slowly recovering in the chair.
"Why don't you go in the bedroom while we get cleaned up a bit," Gaby suggested.
"OK," Ben said, "just give me a minute."
Gaby smiled at him as she stood up, then helped Brit to her feet.
She maneuvered Brit toward Ben, and pushed her down on his lap, facing away -- her warm, fleshy ass against his now flaccid cock. He put his hands on Brit's hips.
Gaby leaned over and took Brit's left nipple in her mouth.
Brit's body jumped at the touch of Gaby's lips.
"Mmmm," Gaby moaned, "it tastes good."
Brit trembled on Ben's lap.
"Try some, Brit," Gaby said, pushing Brit's right breast upward.
Brit replaced Gaby's hand with her own. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple. She tasted Ben's cum on her skin.
"Fuuuuck," Ben hissed, watching over Brit's shoulder.
Gaby smiled at him, as she continued to rub Brit's chest.
"Let's go, Brit," Gaby said, after a few more moments.
She helped Brit stand and pulled her toward the hallway.
"Are you gonna be OK, Ben?" she asked, over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll make it," he said, as the women turned in the direction of the bathroom.
Ben heard the door close, and he sat in the kitchen for another minute before getting up. He collected the various articles of clothing spread around the kitchen and carried them to the bedroom.
As he passed the bathroom door, he heard Gaby and Brit talking. He continued on to the bedroom. After dropping his load of clothes, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He opened a drawer in the nightstand and extracted a box of condoms. He dumped out two foiled-wrapped Trojans, then tossed the box back in the drawer and slid it closed.
He turned to lean back against the headboard and waited.
Several minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. A moment later, the women appeared -- Gaby completely naked, though carrying a bath towel, and Brit still wearing her go-go boots.
"Are you ready for more, Ben?" Gaby asked, as they approached the bed.
"Absolutely," he answered, as Gaby draped the towel over the footboard on the bed.
"Shit," Gaby said, catching sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Joey's gonna kill us. We missed our dinner reservation."
Ben looked at the clock.
"Well, we could go now," he offered, jokingly.
"No!" the women cried simultaneously.
Gaby jumped on the bed and leaned against Ben's chest, as if to hold him down.
"Hey, I haven't eaten since breakfast," he objected.
"I beg to differ," Brit said, with a grin.
"Yes, I seem to remember you munching something at the kitchen table earlier," Gaby whispered.
"You know what I meant," he said.
"Well, you're not going anywhere until you give Brit that big dick of yours," Gaby said. "She's been waiting for it for too long."
"Yes," Brit pleaded, still standing next to the bed. "Don't make me bloody beg for it."
"Come here," Ben said, holding out his hand to Brit.
Brit bent over to unzip her boots.
"Leave those on," Ben ordered.
"You want me to wear my boots to bed?" she asked.
"Hell, yes," he said.
"Oh, you are a nasty git, aren't you?" she asked, rhetorically.
"You have no idea," he said, with a smile.
Gaby rolled off Ben to make room as Brit climbed into the bed. Ben pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. As they kissed, Brit moved on top of him, straddling his hips. Gaby leaned in to join the kiss.
Slipping her hand underneath Brit, Gaby found Ben already growing hard again.
"Well, that didn't take long," she said, turning to look down at him.
Ben pulled her back toward him and they renewed the three-way kiss. Their lips and tongues touched and danced for several minutes, while their hands moved over each other's naked bodies and their fingers grabbed at moist flesh.
"I don't think we should make poor Brit wait any longer, Ben," Gaby said, backing away.
She moved toward the far edge of the bed, giving Brit room to lie down.
Brit rolled off Ben and lay on her back between Ben and Brit.
Completely hard now, Ben stretched his left arm toward the nightstand and retrieved one of the condoms he'd left there.
He flipped over onto his knees and positioned himself between Brit's legs. Brit and Gaby both reached out to touch Ben's body as he tore open the foil packet and extracted the contents. He tossed the foil toward the nightstand. The aerodynamics of ripped foil being a great deal less than flight worthy, it fell short of the stand, and, unseen by anyone on the bed, it dropped to the floor.
Ben quickly rolled the latex over the shaft of his cock. That done, he moved his right hand up and down his length as he moved closer to Brit.
"Are you ready, Brit?" he asked, as he guided himself to her wetness.
Before she could answer, he pushed his cock against her lips. She gasped and reached up to grab his shoulders. He moved the head of his cock up and down her lips, then slid it across her clit, as Gaby leaned in to kiss her.
With a gentle push, Ben slipped the head inside Brit. She looked into his eyes and moaned.
"Yessss," she whispered. "More."
Slowly, he moved deeper into her.
He pulled back slightly, and then pushed farther in, letting her juices lubricate him as she adjusted to his size.
Brit wiggled her hips as she accepted him.
It took only a minute to work the entire length into her, filling her completely.
He gave Brit several slow, gentle strokes as he supported himself on his hands. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.
Ben lowered himself to lie on top of her. He kissed her mouth and increased the speed of his thrusting.
"Oh, God," she moaned into his mouth.
Ben slowed down, but increased the force of his thrusts.
"Yes, that's it," she cried, "fuck me hard."
Gaby kissed his shoulder as she watched Brit's face. She ran her right hand over their bodies.
"Faster, Baby," she ordered.
Ben complied, increasing the speed of his movements.
He slid his hands down Brit's body to grab the cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly, he thrust into her roughly. Again, and again, he pushed himself inside her as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Quickly, they found the rhythm -- that rare, magical rhythm where his thrusts into her matched the upward movement of her hips as they bounced off the bed. They both felt it, and with every remaining bit of coherence available to their clouded minds, they struggled to maintain it.
They couldn't comprehend how long it lasted. Inevitably, however, the rhythm broke down, coming to an end as Ben felt Brit's pussy contract around his cock, squeezing him as he drove himself into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Yes," he hissed, "cum all over my cock."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing his mouth.
"I'm cumming, Ben," Brit cried, "I'm cumming..."
Ben didn't slow his thrusts as Brit's body bucked against him. He continued pushing into her even as her pussy tried to squeeze him out. She moaned loudly as the orgasm washed over her.
He pulled away from her -- breaking her embrace -- and again supported himself on his hands. He pushed all the way into Brit and stopped. He began slowly rolling his hips left and right. Gaby slipped her hand between their bodies and rubbed Brit's clit, igniting another orgasm before the first had subsided.
"Don't stop," Brit cried out. "Don't stop!"
Neither Ben nor Gaby did. Ben returned to sliding his cock in and out, as Gaby continued running her fingers across Brit's clit and lips.
Gaby leaned over to lick Brit's right nipple, then sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it.
Brit was delirious. She moaned and clawed at the sheets as she received an overload of pleasure from Ben and Gaby.
Ben leaned back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Brit. Gaby turned her body. She reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled it out of Brit.
"Oh, bugger," Brit gasped at the abrupt removal.
Gaby took the cock in her mouth, letting it slide into the back of her throat.
Ben moaned loudly. His body jerked at the sensation caused by her hot little mouth.
Gaby held him there for a few moments, feeling his body react.
"Baby," Ben moaned, weakly.
Gaby pulled back, releasing him.
"Don't cum, Ben," she ordered. "Don't you dare fucking cum yet!"
He slouched slightly.
"You're killin' me," he whispered.
She popped up to her knees and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her tongue across his chin and down his neck. Dropping her head to his chest, she leaned in to lick, and then gently bite, his right nipple.
She straightened up, looked into his eyes, and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she said, smiling, "but I have another surprise for you."
"What's that?" he asked.
She turned her head to look at Brit, covered with perspiration, breathing heavily. Gaby once again stopped to appreciate Brit's large breasts moving up and down as she breathed.
"Are you ready, Brit?" she asked.
Brit lifted her head and looked down her body at the two of them. She smiled.
"Yes," she said, watching Ben's cock.
"What's next?" Ben asked.
"Well, when I spoke to Brit about what the two of us wanted to do with her, she was remarkably open to our requests," Gaby said. "In fact, she was very enthusiastic about most of them."
"I only had one thing I really wanted for myself," Ben said. "And, it's not a huge deal if it doesn't happen."
"I know," Gaby said, "but there were two things that I wanted her to do for you in my place."
"And those were?" Ben asked.
"The first, you've already received," she said, "...that wonderful titty-fuck that made you cum so hard."
Gaby looked down at Brit.
Brit let her head fall back to the pillow for a moment, then she let out a long breath and turned over onto her hands and knees.
She turned to look back over her shoulder at the two of them.
"Is this what you want then? Wanna shag me bum and spaff all over jolly old, eh?" Brit asked with a giggle, referring to her 'tramp stamp' of Great Britain.
Ben and Gaby couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated accent.
Brit wiggled her ass from side to side, as she moved backward until her cheeks touched Ben's cock.
He looked down to admire the tattoo close up. He traced his fingers over it.
"Come on now, don't tease me," Brit said.
"Are you sure, Brit?" Ben asked.
"Just go slow, it's been awhile since anyone's...well, and you're bigger than...just go very slow," Brit said.
"Don't worry, he'll be gentle, Honey," Gaby said.
Gaby crawled around Ben and hopped off the bed. She reached into a drawer of the nightstand -- the same drawer Ben had taken the condoms from -- and removed a bottle of KY jelly and her Silver Bullet vibrator.
She climbed back onto the bed and knelt to the right of Ben and Brit. She squeezed a liberal amount of KY into the crack of Brit's ass. The gooey lubricant ran downward slowly, sending a shiver up Brit's spine.
"Put your cock back in her pussy," she said to Ben.
Ben complied immediately. With his left hand, he grabbed Brit's hip, and used his right to guide himself back inside her. He slowly slid about three inches inside her, then he let go of his cock, grabbed her other hip, and steadily pushed himself into her. Brit let out a long moan as he buried the full length of his thick cock in her.
Gaby turned so she could use her left hand to rub the crack of Brit's ass. She leaned forward, resting her chest on the bed and whispered to Brit. Brit turned to face Gaby, and they kissed.
Gaby slowly moved her fingers around Brit's asshole. She spread the KY using smaller and smaller circles until her fingers pressed against the hole, then slowly slid her middle finger into Brit's ass.
Brit stiffened slightly, causing her cunt to contract around Ben's cock, but relaxed quickly. Gaby slowly worked her finger deeper. She continued slowly pushing, letting Brit's ass adjust, until she reached the last knuckle. Gaby began moving her finger in and out, pulling her finger out a little farther each time, and then sliding it all the way back in. She continued until she could pull out all but her fingertip before plunging it back in.
As Gaby fingered Brit's asshole, Ben matched her rhythm with his own thrusts into Brit's pussy.
"Does that feel good, Honey?" Gaby asked.
Brit moaned in answer.
"Are you ready for that big, hard cock?" Gaby asked her.
Ben watched as Brit nodded.
He removed his cock from her pussy as Gaby again got on her knees beside them.
She picked up the bottle of KY and poured some of the contents down the length of Ben's cock. She dropped the container to the bed as Ben used his right hand to stroke himself, spreading the jelly thoroughly.
"OK, Baby," she said.
He pressed the head of his cock against Brit's asshole.
Brit again looked back at him.
He pushed gently, holding himself steady.
Gaby picked up the vibrator and turned it on. She placed her left hand on the small of Brit's back. With her right, she slid the toy underneath Brit's body and back between her legs. Finding her clit, Gaby rubbed the vibe against her.
Brit pushed back against Ben. She opened up to him and the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
"Oh, yessss," Brit moaned.
Ben echoed her, letting his own moan escape.
Still holding himself to avoid slipping out, Ben stayed still for a few moments, letting Brit's tight hole adjust to him.
Brit nodded at him.
"OK," she said, quietly.
Ben eased another half inch of himself into Brit. He pulled back, then pushed a little deeper, looking down to watch himself disappear into her.
Brit dropped her face to the pillow.
Ben adjusted his position and pushed farther.
"She's gonna cum again," Gaby said, looking up at Ben.
Brit's body shook as she came. Ben held her hips, working himself deeper as she moaned.
By the time her orgasm ended, he had nearly five inches of himself inside her. The heat of her, and the tightness was already driving him crazy.
"God, how much more is there?" Brit asked, looking back at Ben.
"Are you OK?" Gaby asked her.
Brit nodded.
Gaby straightened up and put her left arm around Ben. She let her vibrator fall to the bed and put her right hand on Ben's chest. She found his left nipple and pinched.
He moved his right arm around her and trailed his hand down her spine to her ass. He pushed his middle finger between the cheeks of her ass.
"Bennn...," Gaby cried, as his fingertip -- slick with KY -- slipped inside her.
She tried to wiggle away, but he reached across his body and wrapped his left hand around her neck. Holding her tightly, he pulled her to him and kissed her.
Gaby gasped for breath and pinched him harder. He pushed his finger farther into Gaby's ass, reaching the second knuckle, as he continued moving his cock in Brit.
Gaby broke the kiss and looked into Ben's eyes as he finger fucked her asshole. Her mouth fell open, as if in a silent moan, and her eyes rolled back.
"You like that, Baby?" he asked.
She could only nod.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked.
Another slight nod, as she gasped for breath.
Her body began to shake, bucking against him as she plunged into her orgasm. The convulsions wracking her body threatened to pull her away from him, but he held her safely in his arms, and kissed her mouth.
He released Gaby's neck -- still holding her with his right hand on her ass -- and put his left hand on Brit's left hip. A low moan escaped Ben's lips and Gaby knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"I want you to cum right here, Ben," she said, tapping to the tattoo in the small of Brit's back with a finger.
"Ohhh," Ben moaned, "I want to."
Brit lifted herself up on her hands and looked back over her shoulder.
"Give it to me, Ben," she said. "Shoot it on me bum!"
Ben eased his finger out of Gaby's ass and put both hands on Brit's hips. He pulled her back against him, sliding deeper inside her.
She moaned as she took him in.
"Does it feel good, Baby?" Gaby asked.
"It's so hot and tight," Ben gasped, trying to catch his breath.
He was close. He briefly considered remaining inside Brit as he came, but thought about his fantasy. Not sure if he'd ever again have this chance, he carefully removed his cock from Brit. He used his right hand to strip off the condom, then began stroking himself hard and fast.
He leaned into Brit and his knuckles brushed against the cheeks of her ass as he moved his hand up and down the length of his cock.
"Come on, Baby," Gaby whispered, "cum all over that beautiful ass."
"Yesss," he hissed, as he felt the cum boiling in his balls.
Brit reached up to collect her long hair. She pulled it forward to let it fall over her shoulder, baring her back to him.
Ben grunted as he reached the point of no return.
Gaby supported Ben with her left arm as he erupted.
His body convulsed. He thrust himself against Brit's ass, and fired a stream of cum high up onto her back. It landed along her spine, between her shoulder blades. He tried to aim himself at her tattoo and his second stream splattered across the ink.
He continued moving his hand along his shaft and another shower of cum coated the outline of Great Britain. A few more spurts followed.
Ben slumped against Gaby as his orgasm subsided. She kissed his shoulder.
"So much cum," she said.
He looked down at Brit. His cum covered much of her back and ran down the crack of her ass.
Brit turned quickly and took Ben's wilting cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God," Ben cried, as she sucked the remaining drops of cum from him.
He grabbed Brit's shoulders, digging his fingers into her skin, and tried to push his hips into her.
Brit moaned.
"That's it, Brit," Gaby encouraged, "get it all."
Expended, Ben collapsed onto the bed. His cock slipped from Brit's mouth.
Gaby lowered herself to lie beside Ben. As Brit moved toward them, Gaby moved her hands to the sides of Brit's face and kissed her.
As they continued kissing, Gaby moved her hands to Brit's back. Her fingers smeared the cum Ben had deposited there.
"Mmmm, Ben made a real mess," she said, breaking the kiss.
She released Brit and turned to retrieve the towel she'd earlier left on the footboard. Brit lowered herself against Ben's left side. She kissed his cheek.
"Are you OK?" Ben asked her, as his breathing slowed.
"Yes," she answered.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
"No, it was boss," she said. "I've never cum with it in me bum before."
Gaby wiped her hands on the towel, then turned to gently clean the cum from Brit's back and ass. She leaned over to kiss the skin she'd cleared, trailing her wet tongue across Brit's flesh.
Finished with Brit, Gaby turned her attention to Ben. She dragged the towel across his soft cock, wiping away the cum, sweat, and KY left there. She tossed the soiled towel to the floor beside the bed.
Gaby kissed Ben's stomach, then moved slowly upward, across his chest, his neck, and chin, to his mouth. He wrapped his right arm around her as they kissed.
"How you doin'?" she asked, with a smile.
He looked at her.
"Hungry," he said.
Both women laughed.
Gaby glanced at the alarm clock.
"It's too late for Giuseppe's," she said.
"There's always the diner," he suggested.
Gaby looked at Brit.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, so much for the fancy dinner," she said with a giggle.
Ben and Gaby laughed.
"We'll have to give you a rain check on the fancy dinner," Ben said. "Next time we get together, I promise."
"Oh, you presume there will be a 'next time.'" Brit said.
"You don't want to do this again?" Gaby asked.
Brit remained silent for a few moments, then smiled.
"Of course, I do," she said.
In the wee hours of the morning, they returned from their meal at the diner. After more kissing and fondling, Brit left. Ben and Gabrielle undressed and crawled into bed.
She lay with her back to him. His arms wrapped around her.
"Did you have fun, Baby?" he asked.
"Mmmm, I did," she whispered. "We need to do that again, soon."
"Yeah?" Ben asked, tentatively.
The tone of his response made her turn her head.
"I thought you wanted to," she said. "You don't?"
"Sure, I do," Ben answered. "I just don't want you to forget about rule number three."
"Are you going to fall in love with Brit?" she asked, turning over to face him.
"Of course not," he answered. "But, the rule works both ways."
She looked at him for a moment in the dim light.
"You're jealous," she said, finally.
"No," he countered.
"You are," she said. "You're jealous of how much I wanted Brit."
"I'm not," Ben insisted.
"Awww, my big Pookie Wookie," she said, using her pet name for him -- a name rarely spoken -- "is afraid I'll run off with a little English crumpet."
"It's not like that," he said.
She kissed his lips.
"Ben, I love you," she said. "I'm not going anywhere, with anyone."
She turned over again and nestled back against him.
"I'm your girl," she continued, "and you're my guy."
He kissed her bare shoulder.
"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he whispered in her ear.
"Of course, if I was to run off with Brit," she said, with a giggle, "I'd take that big toy with me so I can always remember your cock."
She yelped as he smacked her ass.
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My first Yiffy story... I've been working on it for a while. It's a transformation story, actually, I'll get to already Yiff stories later on. There is more to this, and I'm working on the next part. In the mean time, enjoy part one of Crocodile Blood.
Mike
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Crocodile Blood
At the head of the air boat, currently puttering through the dense swampland that most know as the Asmat swamp in New Guinea, a woman wiped sweat from her brow. She was tall, thin, with brown hair displaying her flawless face. She was wearing a pink tank top, and short blue jeans. Despite her best efforts, the humidity left her clothes stuck on her form, displaying the fact she was braless. The heat of the area was killing her, and the crew was complaining. Around her neck hung a camera; issued by national geographic.
She blinked her brown eyes, looking around past the swamp gases. "Any luck, yet?" She called to the back of the boat over the sound of the fan. Her finger was ready to take a shot for hours now, and getting impatient.
"Sorry, Alia. No sign of them yet." Another called back. She sighed, watching the water impatiently.
They were out on these swamps to find a species of Crocodile that was rapidly becoming extinct; its kind was being slaughtered and sold. The blood of crocodiles was used in some medicines, and they had managed to trace them back to the area.
The boat moved on, unaware that a few feet to their left, past a large hanging tree, a group of crocs were lying on the beach, well hidden by a large tree. They watched the boat move by, only moving slightly now and then, to conserve energy in their cold blooded boides. The largest of them all was sitting on a log, sleeping silently. It didn't notice the unnaturally large mosquito land in its neck and drink some of its blood, then fly away after a moment.
Alia looked around impatiently, sitting down inside the boat. She quickly put her camera away in a waterproof casing, setting it aside. She leaned over to a crew member and spoke in a quick language, barely understandable to anyone untrained. The man nodded standing and beginning to turn the boat around.
"We'll try again tomorrow, don't worry!" she said as the crew protested. "Tomorrow, we'll find 'em for sure, got it?"
Almost halfway to their dropff point, the mosquito got a hint of another feast, and descended to the ship. Landing on the camera bag, it was brushed away by Alia's hand. It seemed to not enjoy such treatment, and flew to her exposed shoulder. She gave a small yelp as it landed, quickly smashing it. It was too late, though, the mosquito had its fill, and she now had hers.
After realizing the mosquito had bit her, she went to the medical kit, rooting around for a moment before finding the anti-itch cream. Applying it gently, she noticed how much bigger that mosquito was to the most that had bit her earlier, but decided to let it go. Size didn't have much to do with it, it seemed.
After a little while longer of conversation, about their current job or family, and some heated discussion on their lack of crocs, the air ship had landed at the dropff point. The crew all pitched in and got the supplies back in the truck, and was ready to get back to their temporary home: An un named establishment known to them as the Motel.
They returned to the motel; a two level establishment that wasn't doing s well in terms of renovations. There were holes in walls, paint peeling, garbage littered, and the finest point was running water that wasn't brown. They each went to their respective rooms, tired after the morning excursion. Alia was the leader of the group, so she got a room along. The downside was, the equipment would have to keep her company.
After getting settled in again, Alia sat down on her bed, pondering the day's events. She was brought out of her thought by a sudden pain in her shoulder, where the mosquito had bit her. She got more of the calamine lotion, applying it. She stopped as she noticed the skin was red and inflamed, but when she touched it, it was cooler than the rest of her skin. "Huh..." She whispered quietly, running a finger around the red area.
To keep her mind off the bite, she got up, and walked into the bathroom. The shower was clean, unlike most of the others in the motel; she had spent most of the first day tidying her living space. She started the water, making it warm, how she liked it.
She stepped back from the shower and peeled off her damp clothes, exposing her round, perky breasts. They weren't much, but she got by with them. Her pants followed, going into a pile on the floor. She glanced in the mirror and smiled lightly; she liked how she looked. She turned in front of the mirror, running a hand over her round ass. Her finger gently twirled her nipple idly, without her realizing it. She was always a very sexual person, and didn't mind a game now and then, she had to admit. She giggled a bit to herself as she stepped into the shower.
As she felt the warm water begin to caress her body, she felt herself get slightly... colder, strangely enough. She blinked, shivering a small bit. Her breasts shook on her chest, and she stopped them with a small touch. Her nipples began to get harder, even with the warm water blasting down on them. The mark on her shoulder felt like frostbite, and she rubbed it worriedly. She turned up the heat of the shower, turning in it to get warmer, but found it didn't do much. She mumbled something about the heater being broken, stepping out of the shower. She went to the mirror again, looking herself over. She didn't look any different, but she felt...
"Probably a sickness... malaria, most likely... great..." She groaned, going back to the medical case. She dug around for the antibody syringe, finding it without much hassle. She prepped the syringe, placing it to her skin. For a moment, the needle didn't break her skin, making her confused. She placed the syringe down, feeling her upper arm where she had tried to inject herself. She was surprised to find it wasn't as soft as before and was now cracking slightly.
"What... but the moisture around here..." She said in a low whisper, feeling the hard skin. It seemed almost armor like. "I must need a doctor..." She decided, taking the syringe again. After some looking for a spot, she found a small soft patch and injected the serum. The label had said that some side effects such as dizziness, tiredness, and slight hallucination might be possible, so Alia went to the bed and laid down, closing her eyes before even getting under the covers.
She awoke a few hours later by a sudden burst of pain from the mosquito bite. She gave a pained moan and clutched it, feeling something odd. The hardness of her arm had spread, and she could feel her touch dulled from all sides. In her haste, she had left herself unclothed, and ran her other hand along her stomach. It felt soft still, luckily, but now she was beginning to get even more worried.
"What was this bite...?" She wondered aloud to no one. "Is this paralysis...?" she said quietly. Her train of thought was stopped, though, by another burst of pain from the bite. She growled and clenched her teeth, which felt... odd to her. She waited for the wave of pain to subside before getting out of bed and going to the mirror, looking at her teeth. They were normal, but when she touched one, it wobbled slightly.
"That doesn't make any sense... What's going--AH!" She shouted as the tooth she was playing with dropped from its place and onto her tongue, followed by the taste of blood. She spat it out, and another became loose. She held back tears as she spit out her pearly white teeth, one by one, the taste of blood getting greater with each tooth spat out. She took a glass of water and swirled it in her mouth, spitting out a mass of red liquid. A tear fell from her eye as she looked at herself, now with only gums in her mouth.
"Wh..." She stammered, her knees feeling weak. She looked in the mirror, the area around her mouth coated in her own blood. "Hallucination... Malnutrition... something..." She panted, shaking her head violently. She collapsed, her hands holding her above the sink. She looked at herself through tear-full eyes weakly. She ran a hand over her chest, feeling her breasts as if reassuring herself they were still there. As her fingers grazed her nipples, she felt another wave wash over her, but this time, in pleasure. She knew this was hardly the time, and cursed herself for doing it. She hated not masturbating earlier when she had the chance, and now she was too occupied with her condition to think about something like that.
She got up, going to her clothes. She squatted down over them, and began picking them up. A rip was heard, and she stopped, looking down to where one of her fingernails had scratched through her shirt. She pulled the shirt off to find not her normally light blue painted nails, but small, pointed claws. "What the..." She looked at her other hand, in time to see her fingernails fall out painlessly and be replaced. "My nails... claws?" She looked down to her feet in time to see her toenails fall out and inch-long ivory nails push through. Strangely, this entire process was painless, but this might have been due to the hardness of her skin. She was distracted from the new attachments to her fingers by a sudden pain coursing through her gums suddenly.
She threw her head back, opening her mouth wide as the taste of blood returned, and starting from the back of her mouth, sharp teeth began shooting from her gums. They wrapped around her entire mouth. She gave a small cry of pain, her tongue running along her new teeth. She had, without thinking, swallowed the blood that had come from her own mouth. "F...fangs..." She whispered, her speech hindered by the new inch-long teeth, with slightly serrated edges.
She went back to the mirror and pulled her lips out of the way, and as she looked at her teeth, she became sick. She turned to the toilet and her insides emptied, leaving her panting and sweaty.
"This isn't any normal sickness..." She panted, flushing away her last human meal. She hadn't realized, but in many places her skin was developing a dark-green tint. She looked back in the mirror, her regular brown eyes reassuring her of something.
She felt another surge of pain, coming from every point in her body. She closed her eyes as her skin began separating into scales, and then, as if plants began growing on her, she rapidly became fully coated in a murky green color. Her breasts slowly became smaller, receding into her chest until only her nipples, now a dark green, poked from between scales. She wept silently, and the pain didn't end even after the scales had formed. Her spine began to warp, pressing against her back and stretching the skin out. With a tearing noise the spikes broke from her skin, making a small row along her back. Her jaw shuddered, and then began to stretch out with sickening crunching noises. It moved slowly, dragging the sharp teeth along with it. New teeth began forming and pushing out of her gums, making up for the increased space. Her tongue also became longer, lashing out of her mouth as the flesh became harder to resist her sharp teeth. Her mouth began filling with saliva, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her body churned again, but it wasn't her stomach this time. She screamed. She fell onto her back, spreading her legs as far as she could. Her spine began pushing out, forming a lump above her asshole. She panted and pushed, a tail began protruding from her. She pushed harder, and soon, it was much more than just the bump it had begun as. It was a fully fledged tail, lashing out from under her her.
She reached down and looked at it, not really believing it was hers. As she touched it, a claw got stuck between a few of her new scales, and the pain confirmed her fears. She let go of the tail gently, shifting to a better position
A sudden knock came from the door, and she spun around in surprise, her teeth barred.
"Alia! It's Matt!" The voice called, knocking again. She remembered him; he was one of the interns on their current trip, and she had taken a liking to him.
"Alia, some of the crew heard you screaming! Is something wrong?" He banged again.
"Rrr... Not now, Matt, I'm, uh, changing!" She hadn't lied.
"Don't try and send me away that easily! What's wrong?!" he called.
Her silence was more than enough encouragement. Matt began pounding harder on the door. This was different, though, now he was ramming it. He saw no other choice if he wanted to help her.
She slowly and carefully stood, so she didn't make any noise to alarm him further. Viewing the damage to herself, she looked pained. She was now covered in the plate-like green scales of the residential crocs, and her mouth was shaped like theirs a well: Long, flat, and full of serrated teeth made for biting and holding meat. Her hands were clawed, and she noticed one finger had disappeared. Had she looked into the mirror, she would have noticed her eyes were yellow, and a coating was over them so she would be able to see underwater. Her tail swayed behind her, and she had to turn away from it.
She hadn't the time to warn Matt before the hinges of the door gave way, and he tumbled in. She stood like a deer in the headlights, looking at him in complete and utter shock. He looked back at her, and he slowly began backing away to the door. "You... you're... you're a..." He struggled, his eyes wide in shock.
"Matt, wait... help me..." She pleaded. He stopped moving back; surprised she could speak, even. "Please... don't leave..." She continued, reaching out to him. Her hands wrapped around his upper arm, and their grip was tight. "Please... don't... go..." She repeated. He winced as her claws dug into his skin, shaking as he tried to get free.
"Alia... your claws..." He said, his face showing weakness. She loosened her grip, and stumbled back at what she had done. "Oh no... your bleeding..." she said quietly, reaching out for him again. "Alia... what happened to you...?" He asked, avoiding the warmth now on his arm, slowly dripping downwards.
"Something bad... something bad..." She said quietly, stumbling backwards and sitting down on the bed. Her tail felt awkward under her, some of the scales rubbing against her pussy. It began to get warm, but it wasn't the time. She looked down at her hands, and then her eyes began to water. She choked, and then began to cry, sobbing into her hands. Smelling his blood on her claws, she wailed and clawed at herself violently, then collapsed in her own despair. He watched in sadness, sitting down next to her quietly. His hand was gripping his upper arm, where she had scratched him. He gently took it away from the wound and put it on her shoulder. He shuddered at the feel of her scaled skin.
She suddenly had a mood swing, and looked up at him angrily. He had violated her by touching her, and now she was mad. She moved away from him, growling in her muzzle as she hunkered down to attack. He had jumped up, aware of what she would do. "Alia! Wait! Control yourself, Alia!" He shouted, but in vain. She lunged at him, her jaws clamping down around his leg. Her reptilian tongue lapped at his blood as her teeth dug deep into his thigh, loving the feel of it as it ran down her throat. He cried out in pain, trying to get her to release him. He flailed around in defense and she released his leg, but only so she could get a better hold on him; by his neck.
She regained her senses about an hour or so later. She was on her floor, licking her jowls when her human thoughts returned. The first thought was how full she felt, and the taste in her mouth. She looked down at her hands, and found them coated in dark crimson.
Blood. Everywhere.
She reeled around to behind the bed, coming face to face with a barely reminiscent body-- she looked away quickly, sick again. She recalled the last hour or so as a blur, but remembered attacking him... and now...
She became sick, her insides spewing out again. The contents of her stomach were also filled with blood. She was appauled, not believing it. "I..." Her new yellow eyes watered again as she came to the dark, hideous truth. "I killed him... and... and... I a-ate him..."
She sobbed in silence, looking down at her deed. She looked around, noticing bloody handprints on the floor, the walls, and the bed, even on her... His.
She sobbed, and, in her sadness, her reptilian thoughts took over. She lunged at his body and began tearing it apart with her new teeth, tears flowing from her eyes. She didn't know why, but she continued to maul the remains, eating anything that broke in her powerful bite.
When nothing but a few bones and the blood that stained the carpet where left, she went into the shower again, and lay down on her stomach. She knew this would be permanent, somehow, and that she would continue to kill people that came near her if she tried to go out into the human world. As she thought, her hand absentmindedly moved over her scaly form, feeling her subtle nipples before moving down along the soft plates on her stomach. She rubbed herself without thinking, and her other hand caressed her tail. Her body found it arousing as she touched the new appendage, and her mind slipped from her predicament to her pleasure as the crocodile took over again.
She was entirely absorbed in herself, rubbing her pussy vigorously now. She felt her claws against her sensitive skin, and some of her juices began to leak from her as her heat rose. Enjoying it, she played with her lips with a claw, before pushing one into her. She gasped as a wave of pleasure shot over her, although a part of her was trying to remain calm and ignore her impulse to fuck herself senseless. Her animal instincts soon became too great and overpowering, and she threw her head back and spread her legs as far as possible, her tail lashing around under her. Its scales left marks on the shower, but she ignored them and continued. She pumped into herself hard, her claws scratching her insides and bringing about a swift orgasm. Clear white juices spewed from her, and she panted harder. Her hand brought her tail to her slit, and as soon as she was ready, pushed it into her.
She almost immediately felt another orgasm coming, but tried to ignore it and began to find how to control her tail. A small thought and it went left, another and it swayed right. She soon had it mastered, and was moaning and panting as her tail ran past every soft spot inside of her. She gasped and gave a loud moan before she brought herself to another climax using only the thrashing and pounding tail which thrust into her.
She closed her eyes after this, her tail continuing to thrust, and was alarmed to see she was imagining a male crocodile on her, thrusting hard into her tight opening. She knew it was wrong, but she returned his thrusts with thrusts of her own, her tail his magnificent and filling cock. She soon came to her final orgasm, soaked with sweat and her own juices. It dribbled down her scales and into the drain below her.
She panted and rolled onto her stomach, her human thoughts returning quickly. "Gotta go... to the swamp... too... hot..." She decided, still short of breath. She got up, slowly, and walked out of the bathroom, her tail awkwardly between her legs as she walked like a human. She avoided to look at the place of her dinner, and went to the door. Glancing around, she could see it was now dark, and no one was around the near vacant parking lot; probably playing cards in one of the crew's rooms. Leaving her door open wide, she ran out, dashing in the direction of the swamplands. She somehow knew the direction to go; her reptilian nostrils flared and she could smell the water. Her animal instincts began to return, and she was on all fours, her claws pounding into the soft soil below in a half deer-like run, half croc crawl in her dash to the swamp.
Moments later, she took another bound forward and was met with water. Her scales were quickly soaking, and she swam around in what would be her new home. She immersed herself in the murky water, her human arms and legs still there. She lay on her stomach, floating like that as her nostrils flared, catching the musk of another croc. She made a grunting sound as she began to swim, using her tail for momentum, to the source of the smell that was driving her crazy. She disappeared into the murky depths of the water, her old life leaving with her.
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The first sign was a sudden craving for the sour bite of crisp, unripe mangoes with salty, garlicky, fermented shrimp paste—*manggang hilaw at bagoong*—in the wee hours. The next was the sudden simmer of bile in Jinx's gut, a rising gorge akin to a volcano releasing magma to the surface through a vent with pyroclastic intensity.
It was all the diwata could do to hold the burning rising up her esophagus in until she got to the bathroom of Cocoy's apartment so she could hurl out the *taho* that had been such sexy fun just a few hours ago.
Kidlat had heard their diwata's distress through the open bathroom door and peeked in.
"What else did you eat besides the *taho* and the *merienda* at Mom's?" The tikbalang knelt beside Jinx and gently took her now-long locks in one big hand to pull them away from the porcelain throne into which she was making overly intimate confessions, literally from her gut.
"Tamod*. From a tikbalang and a bayot." Jinx's wry answer echoed between momentarily dry heaves from inside the white bowl before she resumed tossing her *taho* into it. *I can't believe that something that has been so much fun thus far could create such smelly side-effects.*
The smell of bile mixed with the sickly sweetness of regurgitated *maja blanca* and *taho* as another heave deposited a literally steaming pile of the stuff into the water of the bowl. Water that sizzled and evaporated. Jinx hit the flush handle just as the acidic steam rose up.
The fresh water rushing into the bowl caught her next heave-ho, and it cooled some of the projectile vomit enough to throw small black pebbles to surface before they sank to the porcelain bottom with muffled little clinks.
"What on earth is wrong with you, anyway? You were just fine earlier..."
"She's pregnant." Cocoy's voice drifted over Jinx and Kidlat from the open door. "Fucking several times a day will do that to a female, especially since we didn't always use condoms, dude."
Cocoy took a metal bucket from the cabinet under the sink and half-filled it with water. Then he tapped Kidlat on the shoulder and took hold of Jinx's thick curtain of black hair, cocking his head to the side in a silent command to Kidlat that he'd take over.
The bayot steered Jinx's head to the bucket with care. He was pretty sure he could feel more than one heartbeat under the pads of the fingers he'd placed on her neck: One strong, steady beat that belonged to their diwata and a softer, faster one—maybe two.
"Throw up here, love," he said quietly as Kidlat moved aside so Jinx could switch confessionals. "Rub her back, Kid. That should help."
"Pregnant? Don't diwatas just, I don't know, come into being? In mountains?" The tikbalang sounded as confused as Cocoy felt. All he knew of diwata biology, so far, was how hot these women were—literally and figuratively. *I should have paid more attention to the things outside our fighting and fucking, stupid tikbalang that I am.*
Kidlat's big hands felt so good to Jinx. So did Cocoy holding her hair and steadying her chin so it didn't hit the bucket's lip. *Now, if only this Exorcist audition would stop...*
"I don't have any explanations for this, either, Kidlat," Cocoy said while Jinx heaved into the bucket again, raising another puff of acrid steam. "But I do know no kid of ours is going to be left at the foot of any damn mountain."
"Presuming she is pregnant, hell, no, we're not leaving any kid of ours to the elements—even if his mom is a diwata." Kidlat felt as militantly protective of their still-unconfirmed progeny as Cocoy was. "But what does one do with a pregnant diwata? What kind of prenatal care does she need?"
*What the ever-lovin' fuck? Pregnant?* Jinx would have spat those words out if she weren't so occupied with ejecting breakfast. *Do diwatas even get pregnant? And if I'm pregnant I sure as HELL am keeping the kid. This baby, if it exists, will have a goddamn family that won't up and leave. That changeling shit is so panahon pa ng Katipunan.*
"I have NO idea." Cocoy shook his head at the tikbalang. "Let's just get past this vomiting, because the liquid in the bucket is starting to simmer and we're going to need to do something about this unless we want to see how superheated fluid can smelt metal." *Since neither of them is thinking straight, that's my job, I guess. Haynaku.*
"Oh, Gods of War." Kidlat dumped the contents of the hot bucket into the tub and managed to refill it using the handheld showerhead in time to cool the next wave of Jinx's projectile bile.
"Mrphrghlh—aaaaack! Haaaaaaack!" *Morning sickness shouldn't happen at lunchtime*, Jinx thought in an attempt to ease the stress of the situation. Not that it helped.
Cocoy went to answer the door. Again. It was as if an unending stream of diwatas was constantly walking through his apartment—which wasn't small by any measure since the North Syquia Apartments building was one of the old apartelles and boasted of plenty of floor area.
However, the sheer number of beings walking about his space was disconcerting. Sinukuan, whose deep physical scars were fading, was seated on Cocoy's plush sofa-bed, fussing over Jinx as if she were Jinx's mom. Some other diwatas were touching Jinx's still-flat belly in wonderment and asking pregnancy-related questions like "you had morning sickness? What was that like? What do you mean it doesn't just happen in the morning?"
Kidlat was in one corner of the living room, listening intently to Adora and Makiling, who were talking pretty much simultaneously. Cocoy was circulating about the room, offering to fetch drinks or food for their influx of guests.
From what the bayot could piece together of the bits of conversations he'd picked up, diwatas didn't do pregnant. They'd never done pregnant—until Jinx, of course. They were also arguing quietly with her when she'd said she wasn't going to do the changeling thing with the baby.
"We're going to raise the baby as a family," Kidlat said firmly, ending that argument. "No one else gets responsibility for our child. That's a Batumbakal kid and we don't do fostering."
Cocoy had emerged from the kitchen with yet another tray of *mamon* and *salabat* when all the chatter stopped and every eye in the room was locked on him.
"You told Jinx she was pregnant," Sinukuan said as she rose from the sofa. "Would you mind explaining how you knew, bayot?"
Cocoy took a deep breath, set the tray he was bearing down on a coffee table, and spoke in even tones. "My intuition told me so. Well, that and the fact that there was no other reason for her to be evacuating her breakfast into the toilet that I knew of—and she hasn't left my line of sight since Biak na Bato."
"Mamon* and *salabat*?" Kidlat took up the tray and began offering its contents to the guests who still didn't have any of the soft butter cakes or hot ginger tea.
"You are marrying Jinx, tikbalang, bayot?" Adora's query shot across the room with an imperious ring to it. "You do know that any creature who wants a diwata in his or her life will have to do *paninilbihan*?"
"Actually, no." Kidlat answered with just as much imperiousness. "What would that involve?" He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his puffed-up chest. "I am sure Cocoy and I would be up to it."
Pepe's Pole looked brand new, considering that it had a beautiful new coat of pearlescent blue paint and silver trim, courtesy of Cocoy, who had also agreed to do a series of mini-concerts onstage there once a month for a year—all as part of the *paninilbihan* for Jinx's hand in wedded bliss.
Kidlat had re-tiled the roof with the finest terra-cotta roofing his money could buy, and he'd done the heavy lifting for the new furniture Adora and the other diwata had selected for the interiors, which Cocoy had also repainted.
The bayot had also replaced the carpets and wallpapers at the mountain guardians' request while the tikbalang hefted barrels of wine, rum, beer and cases of quality hard liquor. Kidlat walking about shirtless in the summer sun with a slight sheen of sweat and all muscles flexing was sheer heaven for Cocoy and Jinx, not to mention an audience of admiring diwata. Every now and then, Kidlat would take a short break to kiss Jinx soundly, or goose Cocoy and send him a hot look that promised more hot sex after the *paninilbihan* was done.
"Watch those muscles flex," Makiling said, making appreciative sounds as she fanned Jinx on one of the hammocks Jinx's men had set up in the shade of a mango tree in the front yard of the bar. "You are one lucky bitch, you know that?"
"I know." Jinx was smug as she lowered the shades over her changed eyes. "I have the best man-meat in the world and it is being displayed to full advantage." She picked up the icy kalamansi slushie by her side and took a long swallow of the drink without taking her eyes off Cocoy's rippling back while he ran a brush laden with the final coat of silver paint over the window frames.
"This *paninilbihan* thing is fun. It's good to be able to order these beefcakes around, especially since they're shirtless," Makiling said between giggles.
"Careful, hon," Jinx cautioned as she took a sliver of green mango and dipped it into a small bowl of bagoong. "Those beefcakes are mine." She bit into the mango slice with a snap and a warning look at Makiling.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I know they're yours. I'm just looking."
"Good. Keep it that way."
The manual labor for the bayot and tikbalang took the rest of the day and went on well into the night, when the diwatas rewarded them with an impromptu bridal shower complete with gifts for all three of them: A dress made of actual lava for Jinx, a beautifully woven *tapis* of gold and silver cloth matched by an ornate gold breastplate and headdress with silver beads for Cocoy, and an ethereal barong Tagalog of deep blue shot with gold and silver threads in traditional geometric designs of lizards and mountains for Kidlat.
The *paninilbihan*, after all, was a physical expression of betrothal, one that Jinx's men more than eloquently made clear to her sisterhood of diwatas. They were satisfied that the tikbalang and bayot meant business when they said they loved Jinx. They would never have been able to renovate Pepe's Pole so quickly or so well otherwise.
The trio decided to retire to Jinx's home after they'd opened the other gifts they'd been given, including some interesting items Banahaw called "sexytimes essentials," and various rocks and gems that gave them entry to each diwata's domain.
Adora had, by some arcane means, produced items molded from Mt. Pinatubo's wealth of lahar to distribute among all the others, too: Ashtrays, paperweights, phalluses and the molded ashfall version of Baguio City's man in a barrel. These items would make it easy for the diwatas to arrive at the wedding ceremony.
Jinx felt much better after all the fussing she'd thoroughly enjoyed, but she was more than ready to have her men to herself again. Basking in diwata envy was fun, but the reason for that envy asserted itself again. Her guys had been touching her with every chance they'd gotten, surreptitiously rubbing the sensitive points of her neck, back and arms, getting her all hot and bothered. She wanted them, and she wanted them right the fuck now.
Once the front door was shut and locked behind the three of them, Jinx wrapped an arm about each of her lovers and took the opportunity to thoroughly explore their mouths with hers. She released them only to pull the plackets of her snap-front blouse open and pull Cocoy's blue t-shirt off so she could lick at his yummy chest, and tease his nipple piercings with her hot tongue.
Kidlat kicked his shoes off and shucked his jeans while Cocoy was stripping him of his white tee. Getting naked in record time was becoming a habit among the three of them, not that he had any objections. Them, naked and pleasuring each other was the best way to end a hard day at work in his book.
"Hey, Jinx, easy, love," Cocoy said on short breaths as Jinx ripped at his jeans zipper. "I'm not going anywhere— " Whatever else the bayot had to say was cut short by a rough, hungry kiss from Buhawi, who'd also thrust a hand into Jinx's hair because she was licking up the tikbalang's legs.
"Get her to the dining table, Cocoy." Kidlat's eyes were glazed with desire, yes, but they also glittered with command. "It's time for a midnight snack of hot, wet *puki, pecho* on the side."
"Sounds good, Kid." Cocoy picked Jinx up and carried her half-naked body to the dining room while Kidlat rummaged in a trunk by the dining room sideboard for something.
The bayot laid Jinx down softly on the table, stripping her of shoes and clothes slowly, his eyes holding her enthralled and still with the flames of want that lit them.
When Kidlat returned to his now naked lovers, he was carrying what looked like sinewy green rope in his hands.
"Tanikala*."
The command word the tikbalang spoke brought those ropes to life, and they wrapped in gentle but sturdy coils around Jinx's wrists, tugging those wrists out to spread her arms over the table. The ropes grew and twined beneath the tabletop to coil around the diwata's ankles and pull her legs apart, securing her ankles to the legs of Jinx's petrified wood table.
Cocoy picked his backpack up from the foyer table where he'd dropped it, rummaged, upended the bag on the sideboard and took the naughty gifts the other diwatas had given them and picked up a pair of sapphire spheres.
"I wonder how these work?" The bayot's killer dimples were out, bracketing his impish grin. "We really should find out, shouldn't we, Kid?"
"We should, 'Coy." The tikbalang smiled darkly, devilishly at Jinx, who was lying spread-eagled, totally open to them. "Then we should give her a show." He took the orbs from Cocoy, and bent to lick a pert breast. Cocoy bent to kiss Jinx, one hand in her hair and the other teasing her other breast, tugging at a hardened nipple. "We're going to make you so wet, diwata of ours. Then we'll play with you and get you all hot with these balls while we do a bit of mann-man preparation for our manwich."
Kidlat skimmed Jinx's skin with one hand, bringing it to her breast so he could massage the aroused flesh firmly while he increased suction on her nipple, nipping it lightly and circling the bud with his tongue.
"You like that, goddess? I'll be doing the same thing to your *tinggil*. Get you soaked. Lick and suck you like an ice cream cone on a hot day."
Cocoy's hot whispers made Jinx writhe, the firm tug of his other hand on the nipple Kidlat wasn't laving and sucking coincided with a love bite from Kidlat that brought her to the edge of orgasm.
"Ooooohmyyy*GULAY*!" Her back arched as one of Kidlat's hands found her wet slit, and gave her a playful slap that brought her clit to attention. Fingers slick with her wanting rubbed her sweetly, on her outer labia, then inside, lightly, maddeningly. She canted her hips up to increase the pressure. The tikbalang spread her labia with forefinger and ring finger. All the better for his middle finger to rub the exposed head of her wet clit in slow circles that had Jinx chanting his name, and Cocoy's.
She felt another mouth on her other breast and closed her eyes against the ecstasy of having both breasts given such passionate kisses, full of tongue and teeth. Then she felt a cool, hard touch between her *puki* lips. Someone was rubbing one of the balls against her clit, her cunt, and pushing it in, then repeating the process with the other ball.
A mouth on her clit had her opening her eyes on a gasp, her breath coming as quickly as her hammering heart when that mouth began to suck and lick at her almost painfully sensitive clit with the most pleasurable lack of mercy she'd ever felt. She looked down to meet Cocoy's eyes, which were almost black with the intensity of his feelings, her orgasm shooting her past the known universe when the balls began vibrating hard against her g-spot and Kidlat began suckling at each of her breasts in turn with urgent pulls of his mouth.
*It's a good thing I'm bound to this table because I think I'd fly off it if I weren't*, Jinx thought. *Oh, my gulay, thank goodness we're not going to die, because my heart would explode if I were still human. So good.*
Kidlat eased off on Jinx's breasts, leaving them throbbing and wet while the sapphire balls continued to elongate her orgasm, holding her bound in ecstasy just as well as the ropes bound her to her table.
He went up behind Cocoy, enfolding the bayot in a rough masculine embrace that brought his *tarugo* up against the small of the bayot's back and the cleft of his ass. Kidlat made a trail of licks and bites along the side of Cocoy's neck, his hands going around to the bayot's groin to enclose Cocoy's hard cock and drawn-up balls.
"F-fuck, that's so hot," Jinx said, watching Kidlat kissing Cocoy. She was enthralled by the graceful movements of the tikbalang's hands as he lavished Cocoy's cock and balls with rough caresses that left the bayot breathing hard, his head thrown back against the tikbalang's shoulder. "Ohmygulay*, I'm c-coming again!"
Cocoy reached back with both hands, giving the tikbalang as good as he got and planting a wet, messy kiss on Kidlat's mouth.
*I will never, ever grow tired of this*. Jinx forced her eyes to stay open, no matter how much her body's paroxysms of pleasure would have made them close. *I am not missing this beautiful show for the world*. Her men were so gorgeous together, completely masculine and so open with their pleaure. She could feel them at the same precipice of pleasure's abyss as she was.
"Kalag*!"
Cocoy's hoarse command made the vines unravel from Jinx's wrists and ankles.
"We need you in this manwich, goddess. Come here." Kidlat was beckoning her with an intense, almost angry look on his face—that look that told her time and again that she was in for a hard ride.
Jinx knelt between her men, taking one, then the other down to her throat and sucking hard, flicking her tongue along their cocks as they kissed and stroked her and each other.
They eventually wound up in a proper standing manwich, with Cocoy fucking her pussy first. Kidlat slid home in her slick *puki* and she pulsed around him in a hard clench as Cocoy slid into her anally.
Tikbalang and bayot rocked the diwata they had suspended between them slowly, feeling each other pump into her in an alternating rhythm that made speech impossible.
Jinx kissed each man in turn, her breaths coming out in pants and moans as they built their strokes up to a crescendo of sighs, moans and yells that were the perfect counterpoint to a blindingly hot exchange of bodily fluids.
"Oh my Gods, I love you both," Cocoy couldn't hold the words back, even if he barely had the breath to speak after they all staggered into Jinx's bed. "And I love our kids."
"Kids? Plural?"
"Yes, Jinx. Kids. Plural. I believe we're the parents of twins."
"Whoa, twins, Cocoy?" Kidlat's shock quickly faded into delight and even more love for the bayot, and the pregnant goddess lying between them. "Inay* is going to freak, in a very good way. Twins..."
"Say the men who don't have to shove twins out of a very narrow puki in after several more months."
"We'll spoil you silly over those months, our love," Cocoy said with a happy laugh. He pulled Jinx against his chest in a one-armed hug. "We'll spoil you forever."
"Oh, yes, we'll spoil her," Kidlat kissed the top of Jinx's head and pulled her back against his chest for a kiss. "We love you."
"We also love the pregnancy hormones that make you so horny," Cocoy said against Jinx's breasts. "I can't wait to see these get bigger."
"I can't wait to see this get bigger," Kidlat uttered huskily against Jinx's back as his hands came to rest on the still-flat planes of her belly. "It would be so sexy, fucking our personal Villendorf Venus in a few more months."
"Oh, c'mon, dudes," Jinx huffed as she tried (and failed) to catch her breath as her men stroked her oversensitive body. "I doubt if you'll find beached whale me sexy."
"We find you more than sexy, love," Cocoy nuzzled his words against the shell of Jinx's ear, making her squeal from the tickling of his breath. "We'll not be able to keep our hands off you."
"Are you kidding? We won't be able to keep ourselves out of you—or each other. This is going to be a very happy pregnancy for all three of us." Kidlat rolled under Jinx as he said this, easing his still-hard erection into her slick heat. He looked to Cocoy, who was headed to the bathroom to wash himself up. "Don't bother with a washcloth, loverboy. Just get back here quick as you can."
Cocoy did as he was bid, sliding back into bed with his lovers. He bent over Kidlat's head, intent on licking them where they joined while Kidlat took him deep into his throat and Jinx clutched at his head while she fucked Kidlat slow and deep.
The three betrothed eventually fell asleep as the sun rose—but not before they'd short-circuited their brains on the best sex they'd ever had with each other thus far.
Forever was starting out on a very good note indeed.
Grandchildren! If Bulan was given any more reason to be a martinet about the preparations for Kidlat's wedding to his bayot and their diwata, the idea of another Batumbakal grandkid was exactly what she needed to make Mt. Pinatubo presentable for it.
The First Priestess hopped into Giselle, Buhawi's red Range Rover Defender, and put pedal to the metal to get to the Zambales town of Botolan at the foot of Jinx's volcano. Ulap was already there, overseeing the needed weather phenomena and consulting with Indianale and Aman Sinaya and other necessary deities for the otherworldy aspects of the ceremony.
She'd marshalled Amihan and Habagat—Waki, too—so they could source the liquor and victuals in Manila and Pampanga, respectively. No wedding feast was complete without quality booze and food. She also had to find a suitable cave for the light-sensitive *malignos* who were invited. The *manananggals* and *aswang* would appreciate the cool dankness of a cave, after all. The siokoy would enjoy the lake, and put on a lovely aquatic dance for the threesome at the feast, and that meant making sure they had plenty of good seafood.
The diwatas assured her that Jinx's wedding dress would be their contribution to the affair, as well as a choir of singers to serenade the gathering.
Bulan's hurry was all about getting the place properly blessed and protected from prying eyes, and that would take a while. She also checked in on Buhawi and Tala over the speakerphone while she was on the road. This new generation of Batumbakals meant she and Ulap could finally enjoy more time together—and that thought excited her just as much as the prospect of spoiling her coming grandchildren did. All was good with her worlds.
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Trees as far as the eye can see; each one looks to be as tall if not taller than our modern skyscrapers. In a few of the clearings are patches of farming, attended by creatures that can only be described as humanoids rabbits. Carrots; lettuce; potatoes; all sorts of foods are grown as a man in simple but protective leather clothing walks among them. Dark brown haired and hazel eyed, he towers over the rabbit folk, their heads coming up to his groin. An elder, white furred with age with long hair and a beard besides, approaches the man, hobbling on a staff and wearing an earthen robe.
"Hello, human," the elder rabbit says in greeting although his tone is guarded. "What brings a warrior such as yourself to approach our warrens?" "My apologies, elder," the human replies with respect. "I have come from Sumberhoam as an advanced scout. How has the land been to the lop this year?" "Ah, it is getting to be that time." The elder lop smiles. "Well enough, we have much to trade to Sumberhoam, I just made sure the Circle got their tribute, being one of their member by the will of the Goddess." The human presses a fist to his heart and bows. "That is good to hear. I am of the Hunter's Guild myself. We are set to run our annual field exams near here. Which is another reason for my visit. Not all who wear the robes is a true druid but I am honored to encounter you." "I felt the call of our God and Goddess as a young man, myself, hunter." The Druid says as he guides the huntsman to a tree as wide as a house with stairs leading into the roots. "We have accommodations for you larger folk when we get visitors to our village. Will you be staying with us long?" "I am to be stationed here a week, wise one." The huntsman answers honestly. "Do you have messenger kites here? I need to send a missive home to inform the Headmaster of the College of Rangers and Scouts." "Of course, of course." The Druid nods to the request. "Any Guardian candidates among the students that will invading our neck of the Shadow Wood?" "Aye," the huntsman says with a nod. "Several in fact. Although the closest to completing his challenges and perhaps attaining that honor is the lupin Cullen Dogwood." The druid is checking a stew cooking on a great cauldron. He almost has to spit out his tasting when he hears the name. Whirling around to face the human he asks, almost fearfully. "Fenrys is scheduled to come here? It shall be an honor to host such a hero among the good folk of the wood." "Aye," the huntsman says with a nod as a pair of angry red eyespots alights behind him. The trunk of a sapling crashes down on his head with tremendous force, killing the man instantly. Stepping into the light is another man, one made of wood with moss growing like hair between the random bumps and twigs crowning his head. The moss detaches from the wood man's head and crawls into the human's skull. "I will try to learn all I can elder, but it may already be too late." "It's alright, my dark wood man," the lop says as he begins to strip the human. "We learned enough. When your soul catcher finishes devouring his memories give me a full report. Now I need to prepare his body for the goblins. Pity there was only one of his kind this time, I do so like the smell of humans roasting." "By your command, great font of dark wisdom." The wood man smiles evilly at his superior as he strips himself to reveal a patch of fur over his heart, a black circle with a stylized skull at his center symbolizing the Shadow Circle, a cabal of dark druids worshipping the cruelty and sheer malice of nature itself. "Good evening, Grandfather," a fetching blonde haired female calls as she enters the druid's abode. Seeing the corpse she sighs. "And what did he do? Don't tell me the Circle of Light is getting close to realize your true allegiances." "Cute, Tasha, but I have neither the time nor the inclination to deal with you," the elder druid growls to the offspring of his offspring. "But do make yourself useful. A ranger is coming, a lupin ranger, one so in tune with the light that he will disrupt my plans to awaken the tarrasque should he get too close to its place of slumber." "The same ranger that managed to survive the cockatrice pack you unleashed this spring?" Tasha says with a smirk. Her grandfather shoots her a dark look that satisfies her inquiry. "Worry not, Grandfather, I will alert you when Cullen Dogwood arrives. By the way, should I alert the Purple Death tribe that you have another bit of meat for their campfire?" "Yes, you do that." the elder lop druid says with a dismissive gesture.
Tasha leaves as the wood man gives the druid a dark look to which the druid shakes his head. While the younger lop scout is annoyance, the druid perceives her as a useful tool. However what both lops and the humanoid tree failed to recognize was the female red tailed hawk that had witnessed everything. The bird of prey leaves through the upper branches of the house tree with the dark druid saluting his passage with the admiration of a predator. But the eagle is no friend of the druid's as she flies back to her master. Flying past Tasha she considers shooting it just because she can with her short bow, but decides instead to follow it. Crying out to someone, she flies up to a low branch of a birch. Knocking an arrow to her bow she takes careful aim. But before she can shoot a long bow arrow pierces her throat. As life ebbs from her body she watches a humanoid timber wolf, a lupin, in studded leather armor with a green cloak and wielding a reinforced long bow emerges from the foliage. The hawk she was going to kill takes off again only to perch on the ranger's shoulder. Suddenly Tasha understands that the hawk is the ranger's pet and she saw everything. But as she starts to fade to black a warm, fuzzy feeling that she knows is healing magic. However, after she is brought back from the brink of death, she feels herself being bound. Cullen Dogwood may have saved her life but if she was going to hurt his friend he needs to interrogate her. Passing out the lop femme wills herself to die rather give up her family's secrets until she hears the muted whoops of goblin warriors.
Restrained but alive, Tasha watches as purple haired goblins bring up blowguns. She smiles but the hawk won't shut up. Fenrys does a quick chant that Tasha recognizes as a spell of protection against un-enchanted missiles. His spell casting worries Tasha, then she notices the torc, a twisted ring of silver encompassing his neck. A Torc of Communion, only those selected as Sentinels within the Circle of Light and those of the Inner Realm are allowed to wear this magic silver collar so that they communicate better with all around them. He was warned and is continuing to being warned by that damn bird. The bow starts to glow in the lupin's hand. Arrows fly as if on missions of death. While the first two goblins going down cause the other eighteen no concern but when ten goblin warriors are killed before the ranger is even scratched, the remaining ten begin to disengage. And when the ranger empties his quiver of twenty arrows and the Purple Death goblin hunting party is completely wiped out, Tasha is very much afraid. In fact she sees the same arrow he took out of her throat recycled to kill the last goblin. Feigning unconsciousness, Tasha is surprised as Fen kneels besides her to get a better look.
"Tasha Woodblade," Cullen says with a frown. "One of many daughters of Duncan who was found to be serving the Shadow Circle but he hinted of more family involved. My hawk confirms that his father, Morgan is an actual member of the Shadow Circle." Tasha remains silent but Cullen shakes his head. "Quit the act, Tasha, I know better. You lops aren't that good at playing possum." Tasha still does not respond, as she is too afraid until she feels the lupin grope her breasts and groin. Then she gets horny. "Interesting all I did is restrain you and yet a good groping gets you hot?"
Tasha would bite her fist if she could. Like her sisters she has been taught to be very receptive to males that abuse them. Something her father ingrained on her years ago. Being restrained turns her on, a fact that she hates in situations like this. Right now a part of her is begging to be used as a sex toy while the rest of her is trying to resist this primal urge. The Lop have always taught their children not to resist predators when they know they can't do anything about. While she is supposed to be complacent now, she will tell her grandfather who will no doubt visit great punishment upon the lupin later. It is while reflecting on this that she sees the pants of his supple armor bulge. Turning her head she tries to forget what her brothers, her uncles and her cousins taught her to do with a male when he gets like that. Unfortunately while she may not want to, her grandfather's programming is starting to kick in and she licks her muzzle.
Cullen sighs and shakes his head. Tasha manages to inchworm herself below him and lick at his groin. Internally, a part of Tasha's psyche is screaming against this but the rational part of her mind has been subjugated to the manifesto of the Shadow Circle. Determined to make herself a honey trap she keeps licking until Cullen relents and lets her suck on his phallus. He knows full well this is mostly an act but part of him is still very curious as to know how far she will go to try and lull him into a false sense of security. But while enjoying his fellatio treatment by his prisoner a bush stirs behind him. Upon seeing the moving bush the eagle cries out a warning. Cullen sees the shuffling mound move and tosses a glass sphere with a brownish orange liquid at the mound. It shatters upon landing exposing its contents to air which causes it to ignite. Tasha never stopped her fellatio; she never saw the mound except after Cullen lit it up. Her grandfather raises and trains predatory plant creatures as a hobby. More as security than anything else and that thing was probably a sentry. A scream elicits from the thing as it burns to death.
Cullen grunts when he climax and Tasha swallows everything she can. Taking her back to the elevated barracks in the majestic redwoods that now serves as a temporary base for this last series of field exams for the apprentice rangers. Once there she is put into a cell with other criminals that will be part of tests scheduled to take place over the next month. However, putting her in a cell and keeping her are two different things. Leaving all clothes and all dignity behind she manages to escape. Using her own orienteering skills she attempts to make her way back to her grandfather. Except she forgot something: she was trying to escape a ranger camp during training season and they expect the prisoner to attempt to escape. Her absence does not go unnoticed for long and a silent alarm goes out. Rangers of various levels of skill and competence are quickly dispatched to bring her back. For Tasha it is a desperate act to return to her family and away from the punishment for their misdeeds that she gleefully participated in, but for the rangers this is a test of their skills and a chance to prove which of them is top dog.
Tasha gets first indication that she is hunted by the site of the eagle, specifically Cullen's hawk. Rangers use their animal companions to help them hunt and now Tasha herself is the prey. Desperation fills the rogue lop's heart as she know Cullen is just that good. She can run all she likes but there is no hiding from a lupin. He will smell her heat and then it will be over. Unless she can find a way to defeat that and Tasha thinks of just such a place. Running to a waterfall she knows has a hidden cavern that she knows how to access. While she manages to get to the waterfall, she is lassoed before she can get into the cave. Looking back at her capturer, she sees the naked form of Cullen Dogwood. Gray fur that features black tiger stripes with red top fur, the irises are a bloody red but not a single garment is worn by the ranger. Her captor licks his muzzle as she realizes his cock is already out and ready. Pressing her up against the wall of the falls he ties her front up quite well before licking her breasts. Binding her has its usual effects and as the lupin violates her, Tasha wraps her legs against his waist. She knows better than to resist the ranger and this time her heat had time to build. The lasso was almost a relief as it meant she was caught again and her body this time was craving sex. Cullen rapes Tasha against the wall of the waterfall. Water cascades down and drenches the pair as Tasha inwardly weeps.
Once Cullen has finished with her initially she is again hauled back to the base. But this time she is not thrown into a cell but into a magic circle. Tasha knows just enough about magic to recognize the purpose of the circle. Forced down to her knees the naked bunny is going to be made someone's pet to be used and abused as he or she see fit. Before the ritual of binding starts, a wood gnome reads off a heady list of charges that her family has perpetrated over the years. Hearing the crimes, Tasha notes that only those that she actually participated in are being read aloud. Apparently she has been fully identified. Members of the Circle of Light, a Druid organization dedicated to goodness in the natural world, are in attendance. An ursyn member, an elder by the look of the old bear, rises once the charges have all been read. Her punishment has already been decided: life in bondage to another member of the Circle or one of its adherents. Cullen is also in attendance. The smug look upon his face is almost too much for Tasha to bear. But even as part of her is railing against the injustice, as she would rather be executed for her crimes than play the part of a pet, another is secretly hoping the wolf that has caught her will be her master. As luck and circumstances would conspire to make it so the ursyn hands Cullen the collar that will be placed around her neck. Tasha keeps her head down and herself calm as she can. When the collar is placed around her neck, the bunny sucks off her captor for all to see quite willingly. Unfortunately what she does not know is that her grandfather has sent a dark heartwood treant to rescue her. It has two objectives to achieve. Primarily it is to disrupt the slaving ceremony and retrieve Tasha. Failing that; it is instructed to kill Tasha so that the family secrets do not fall to the Circle of Light.
Tumbling past the darkly sentient plant of human like form, Cullen casts a spell on himself before striking at critical points on the walking tree. Driving an iron spear into the dark and twisted heart of the treant, Cullen kills it almost instantly. Remembering its other objective the heartwood titan makes sure it falls on top of Tasha, crushing her to death under its weight. Cullen sighs and shakes his head. He sacrificed much to ensure that Tasha was not outright executed and instead became his sexual plaything. And to have all that effort wasted by her senseless death causes the wolf to drop to his need in anger and remorse. A vixen witch he had been arguing with for quite some time kneels behind him and disrobes. She presses her tits to his back and hugs him at first before her hand slips to his cock and starts to paw him off. In the hierarchy of their theocracy, the witch technically outranks him. But she also needs a guardian and that usually means entering into a contract with a male that includes sexual activity.
The ursyn gives Cullen a sly wink and a nod. Reversing their positioning, Fenrys pins Morganna beneath him. Morganna lays down but looks to the bear, as druids hold power over witches in these woods. As Cullen enters Morganna, the old bear performs a hand fasting or marriage ceremony. He sets the time of their binding to five years at which time they must renew or allow the bonds to dissolve. Sighing, the vixen is getting the wolf protector she wanted, just not in the circumstances she wanted. Unbeknownst to all another plant creature called a spore bat is watching them and transmitting its findings back to Morgan Woodblade. Woodblade is not happy at the proceedings as he paces back and forth in his hovel.
"This is intolerable!" Morgan bellows to no one in particular. But much to his chagrin a seven foot female humanoid with green scaled skin and the general countenance of a dragon walks in on him. "And what is so intolerable, Morgan?" Shi demands to know. Like all dragons of this world this wood dragon is a true hermaphrodite. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, shi taps her foot expecting an answer. "Oh...nothing, Dracina, your highness," Morgan lies badly. "Just a bit of a set back, that's all. Everything is proceeding according to our plans." "I find that a little hard to believe." Dracina growls, "I know you have been lying to the Shadow Circle. Your incompetence is becoming a liability. The Circle of Light is coming close to finding out our plans and that, my dear, dear Morgan is quite intolerable." "Temporary set backs I assure you deeply, your magnificence." Morgan whines as he tries to convince the dragon without much success. "I just need to find someway to eliminate a certain ranger before he becomes a guardian" "Ah, yes, the ranger Fenrys who has become such a nuisance." Dracina states: "I am actually here to discuss him. It has come to my attention that he is quite skilled. If our plan to awaken the tarrasque to reek havoc on the countryside is to come to fruition than he must die. Did you plan on having your granddaughter seduce him?" "Not especially but I was going to use that angle once she was properly conditioned." Morgan states which gets a nod of approval. "But you botched attempt at retrieving her, has executed her." Darcina states coldly. "I will not stand for this incompetence. You are to be removed as our operative in this area." "But, your grace!" Morgan yells in desperation. "Please! I beg you! Have I not been loyal?" Dracina flashes him a sinister smile of lust. "Oh that you have been, dear, dear Morgan. Which is why you will have a boon before you are retired. Not to mention how I intend to retire you. Strip yourself and lay down on the table." "Yes; your grace." Morgan knows better than to protest.
After stripping himself nude and laying on the table as instructed Morgan notices the dragon is showing hir heat. Dracina licks at Morgan's scrotum. The druid may be old but his libido has only increased with age. Getting his member up and ready to use does not take long as the dragon knows full well. The dragon impales hirself on his member and licks hir own muzzle in pleasure. Riding the rabbit with full control, the dragon makes him cum inside of hir before proceeding with phase two of hir plans. Young by dragon reckoning, Dracina is older and more steeped in magic lore than hir partner of the moment. Retaining his seed, shi use lye to remove his fur before shi takes out all of his fillet knives and butchering cleavers. Shi fires up the grill he has used to cook many humans and elves over the years. Rubbing the same cooking and marinating herbs he has used on many an agent of light on his body, Morgan is alarmed at the fact that his member springs to life once more. Once done with the initial applications shi takes a cleaver and surgically castrates with a single precise stroke. Placing his cock and balls on the grill to cook shi then starts to butcher him alive. Only when shi decapitates him with a cleaver stroke does he receive the release of death. But his soul cannot leave by hir own decree. He is forced to watch as his body becomes a meal for his patron before a goat bearing an enchanted lantern around its neck meanders in. Dracina places Morgan's soul in the lantern before assuming his form to further his schemes that he had approved by hir personally.
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Zion - Path of the Moon Mother Chapter 0 Conclusion Bannihar - Blinding Light (Part 2)
"Stay on your guard," Lord Raes suggested as the rest of the party filtered into the large room after him, "They may have chosen this building for a reason."
The group looked around the ground floor. The building appeared to have been hollowed out. Large sections of wall had been removed to provide a clear view around the entire first level but a single wall remained undisturbed toward the center of the building. "Why didn't they move that one too?" Priestess Delier asked quietly, motioning to the unaltered stone wall with her muzzle.
It's load-bearing." both Roarg and Elias said at the same time. They each grinned at the other's response.
"Keep close together." Lord Raes suggested, "It looks like they have murder holes." he motioned toward the ceiling, which was full of large sections of broken wood providing glimpses of the floor above. Elesin was already half way across the room, but almost everyone else gathered close together, all eyes going to the holes in the ceiling. Alexander separated further from the party, slinking into the darkness.
"There." Iskiy announced quietly, motioning with his sword to a shadow that moved monetarily across one of the breaks in the ceiling.
"Corporal... long range." Lord Raes directed, and Iskiy complied, sheathing his blade before drawing out his bow once again.
"Priestess..." Roarg spoke up, glancing to Kayte, "Can you ask the Goddess for protection?" he requested. The wolf nodded, whispering quietly as she brought her paws together. Roarg drew his double-headed battle hammer, gripping it tightly with both paws. The leather grip creaked beneath his firm grasp, but the more prominent sound was the creaking of floor boards from above.
Roarg and Elias looked to one another and Roarg nodded toward the remaining stone wall in the middle of the room; the armadillo got the picture immediately. Elias knelt to the ground and placed his palms against the stone. He twisted his fingers into the floor as if it were clay, gripping the rock and gave it a firm shake as one might with a sheet on a bed. A powerful ripple flowed across the floor and into the central wall; a moment later the entire floor above the group began shaking. Several shouts from above signaled that the cultists were no longer interested in stealth.
"Kill them!" came the call from behind the stone wall at the center of the room, and five cultists emerged from hiding, wicked-looking jagged knives in their grasp. Several crossbows peeked through the holes in the ceiling.
"Protect us in our time of need." Kayte's voice picked up volume as her prayer concluded. A cool, silverly blue light rippled through the party, encasing Kayte, Iskiy, and Elias in a protective aura. A wavering beam of light crept across the floor, seeking out Elesin to keep her safe from harm as well.
Lord Raes raised his shield, "IN TAH'AVEEN'S NAME!" his entire body became a beacon of the same illumination, enveloping both Roarg and himself in the holy defense.
"Battle isn't won with pretty words and bright lights, kids." Elesin announced, "Here... I'll show ya how to do it." The kangaroo shifted her sword to her left paw and reached into her satchel with her right. Black sand leaked out between her fingers as she began intoning the words of power.
"Ah... miss?" Elias spoke up, "I'm not certain that kind of spell is the right one to use in an enclosed--" but the warning fell on deaf ears... and as the kangaroo's spell was completed the remaining sand in her grasp erupted into a roaring ball of flame.
"You worship a big ball of fire, eh?" Elesin's grin was truly frightening illuminated by the crackling orb. She lobbed the blistering globe upward into the ceiling, "You're welcome."
Lord Raes raised his shield, a silvery barrier of light spreading out around the group to protect them from the flames. Standing amidst the swirling mass of cinders Elesin simply laughed, unharmed by her own magic. She slid her blade back to her main paw as several cultists from the floor above fell to the ground, charred, dead already before hitting the floor.
A single cultists remained on the weakened second floor, flames licking at his robe. The man brushed the fire off with the back of his hand, drawing the burns and blisters from his body with the same gesture. Scowling, he raised his crossbow, taking aim at Elesin... but an arrow sprouted from his chest a split second after Iskiy's bow string twanged.
The cultists on the ground floor each quickly spoke a word of warding and motioned with their free hands, their own divine energy granting them protection against any future magic thrown their way and, thus protected, they stalked toward the kangaroo.
"I'll handle these wackos if you all still want to stay in your huddle..." the kangaroo called over her shoulder, "But I don't think it's going to be a very fair fight... there's only five of em."
"You will die for your vanity." declared the lead cultist, a coyote with gold embroidery on his robe. "Kill her." he announced to two cultists nearest him. They rushed her immediately upon the order, both coming at her from the front. Without a pause, Elesin returned the favor, closing the distance. She skidded to a halt and leapt to the side at the last minute, drawing her blade across the abdomen of the cultist on the right. He collapsed mid-stride, innards falling out of the opening. The kangaroo spun around with a back-arm swing at neck height, but the second cultist was able to block it with his blade.
Another cultist rushed Elesin from behind, blade at the ready. Elias was quick to respond, placing himself between the cultist and the kangaroo.
"An armadillo?" the raccoon cultist sneered, "I'll spill your blood in Her name!" and he stabbed. Elias spun to the side, relying on his rock armor and his shell to protect him from the blow; it did. He pushed back further, knocking the raccoon off balance. Continuing his spin, the armadillo held his arm out. The stone covering his flesh extended past the point of his claws, thinning and broadening out into a rock blade. The raccoon, however, nimbly ducked.
By that time, Roarg had lumbered into the fray. With a simple, no-nonsense downward swing the badger collapsed the raccoon's head. He sidestepped, winding his weapon around for another strike, bringing it to aim against a bear cultist who moved to intercept him. The bear stepped to the side at the last minute, taking the hammer as a glancing blow to the shoulder at the last minute. Though the attack dealt no real damage, it did knock the bear off balance, making his own attack come up short, blocked easily by the badger's hammer.
Alexander emerged from the shadows, blade held in reserve as he stamped his foot down against the bear's shin, forcing the large cultist back, and right into Lord Raes' charge. The large dog led his rush with his sword, impaling the bear straight through, pushing the corpse off his blade with a bash from his shield. Another cultist rushed him from behind, and Lord Raes spun about, knocking the knife aside with his shield and driving his sword right into the attacker's throat. By that time, only the cultist with the embroidered robe still survived.
"You... champion of Tah'aveen..." the last cultist stated. The coyote pointed his blade at Lord Raes, "You will die."
"Everyone will die... but he will not be felled by your hand." Priestess Delier announced, stepping to the front of the group, "No one here shall. You lost your flock, Pretender. Now submit."
"Kayte Delier..." the cultist sneered, "I'm surprised they let an initiate leave the temple."
"Priestess." the wolf corrected.
"Either way, you live a lie. Tah'aveen is NOTHING!" he sneered, changing his grip in his blade as he raised his arm to hold it in a stabbing position. Lord Raes quickly stepped to interpose himself between the Priestess and the Cultist.
"DIE!" the coyote bellowed, bringing the knife down with all his might. Lord Raes dropped his shield and casually reached up and intercepted the arm, paw grabbing the cultist's wrist in a vice-like grip. Wild-eyed, the coyote added his second paw to the first, trying to force the dagger down into the dog. His whole body shook with effort, "My... Lady... will not--" Lord Raes casually brought the pommel of his sword across from the right to collide with the cultist's head. The coyote collapsed, leaving Raes holding both a sword and the cultist's dagger.
"Your 'Lady' is an illusion." Priestess Delier announced, "You're defeated... now yield."
The coyte slumped to the floor, falling to his paws and knees. He hung his head, a drop of blood falling to the stone from the cut on the side of his face. He began sobbing, "Why have you abandoned me?" he asked softly.
"She was never with you..." Lord Raes announced, tossing the cultist's blade to the side, "you were deceived." he reached down to pick the man up, but the cultist suddenly sprung at him.
Pulling a hidden blade from his robe the cultist screamed, "MY LIFE FOR TAH'ALIA!"
Shieldless, Lord Raes moved his left arm to intercept the blade and a pulse of silvery blue energy repelled the attack before it reached his flesh. The cultist pressed the attack, placing his foot behind Lord Raes' and body-checked him with his full weight. It wasn't enough to push the dog off balance, but it did open up his defenses. The cultist, sadistic grin flashing in victory, readied his blade for another strike, but he stopped, eyes open wide.
The coyote's paw opened and his blade fell to the ground. He took a half step forward, and fell face first to the floor, a knife stuck cleanly in his back between his shoulder blades. Alexander stood there, looking down at the fallen cultist. Quietly kneeling down, the cat pulled his blade free and wiped it off on the man's robes. Fur still standing on end, the silent feline numbly replaced the weapon into a sheath within his vest and turned, walking right out of the building. One by one the party followed. The cult was defeated, but the trip hadn't even begun.
Welcome back to Zion: Light of the New Moon. Unlike the other groups, Bannihar has a follow-up post to finish off Chapter 0.
Due to their Story Arc, Group 1 engages in combat for their very first Chapter. Victorious, the party from Bannihar gains 1 Experience (an amount equal to the Complexity of their Story Arc).
Since combat was involved in this post, all characters also gain 1 Minor Fatigue. Nobody is at 5 Minor Fatigue so no checks are required to avoid a Major Fatigue point.
Elias, Elesin, Kayte, and Raes are all required to check against the power of their magic/faith to see if they gain a Minor Fatigue or a Major Fatigue. All of the characters succeed on their check and gain an additional Minor Fatigue. Due to the power of magic used by Elesin she automatically gains a Major Fatigue as well, putting her at a total of 1 Major and 2 Minor; if she gains 1 more Major Fatigue she will be inhibited by them due to it exceeding her Mettle rating of 1.
Now that combat is over, readers have the opportunity to vote for their favorite character. "Favorite" can mean any number of things depending on how readers choose to define the term. You might consider your "favorite" the character that contributed the most, perhaps one that accomplished the most, or maybe someone that just gives you "the right vibe". You do not need to define why the character is your favorite, you just need to vote! Contributing Readers and Non-Contributing readers are both welcome to vote. This vote will only be available until 11:50pm (pst) on Sunday the 29th.
The group from Bannihar certainly got started off with a blast!
Stay tuned for the beginning of Chapter 1, coming up this weekend!
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Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 0.2 by comidacomida
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Hey all! So, my goal was to write some short and yiffy (not sure that's a proper adjective...oh well), and I wanted to push myself too. Gave myself an hour and 4 pages to work with--so that I had a goal and all that...went a little over--so still need to work on that aspect. But, for what it was written in and the time and all taht, tell me what you think! Hope ya' enjoy!
"So...square the 'x'...yeah...yeah..." the wolf mumbled with the pencil between his teeth before beginning to do the calculations. It only took a bit of time and a few scribbles before the inevitable angst though, "Damn it! No...no, wait...yes...yes...Got it!" he mumbled jubilantly--knowing that he only had one more problem to go before being finished with his 'take home' chemistry final.
It wouldn't be long now until the semester was over; till hell week was over. Zombie week. Dead week. Reading week. Week of no-hope. It went by many names, all of them invoking just as much terror and fear as the over in the students across campus. Made A's on all your homework and quizzes? Great, now the professor's bundle up one test that counts for thirty percent of your grade--much like the slim piece of paper in front of the wolf.
Of course Devin felt he handled the stress better than most. He was after all, an RA and in a position where he had to show a certain capability for managing many tasks due at once--having just calmed down a first year student who was flipping out about having forgotten to go to their lab practical. Still, it was only Tuesday, and he'd assured the fox that if he got in contact with the professor then they could most hopefully work something out.
Well, perhaps he didn't get any slimmer by his method--a piece of chocolate every time he got a concept or answered a question correctly. But he figured a bit of gut wasn't a terrible thing; it certainly didn't keep him from the dancing nights held on Thursdays: keeping up with the best of them too.
Now he was glad to nearly be done with his own first exam. It would be Wednesday before he had his first exam--though he was hoping his partner would arrive soon. After all, it was a tradition to study intro to analytical chemistry together. That's what partners did--among many other things. Behind him he heard the door click and a gust of wind sweep into the room as it was thrown open. Looking over he saw a muscular lion with a glare so vicious one might think he was ready attack anyone who got on his bad side, or that he already had.
"Fucking shit-face, asshole of fuck-mever-town!" Allen grumbled throwing his bookbag over his head and then, as if realizing his computer was inside at the last moment, stopped himself from hitting it against the wall.
"Language!" Devin hissed a bit playfully at his more than scowling boyfriend. The lion didn't acknowledge him before moving over and getting a beer, something he wasn't supposed to have on campus, from his fridge and wasting no time before beginning to down it. He watched a few moments more before his eyes widened in elation, "That's it!"
Allen continued chugging away the beverage only giving a huff of reply to the wolf who was now scribbling away madly at the paper--seeming to draw some complicated structure but smiling to himself as he did so. He wiped away the excess on his chin and let out a belch as he watched the wolf continue working for a few more moments. Devin soon enough stood up, strode over to him, and clasped onto the sides of his neck through his mane, holding his fur tightly.
"You're so perfect!" Devin told the lion before diving in and giving his stressed boyfriend a wet, plundering kiss. It didn't take the lion long to start a small purr or to return the kiss just as eagerly, even if he wasn't sure what warranted such affection. He pulled back after a few moments and smirked, "Now...what's the problem? Things not go so well for your exam?"
"My asshole of a professor told us, 'ohhh there's no need to know phase diagrams' you know," Allen mocked in a tone very easy to interpret as nothing short of hate. "I mean, fuck me for not studying something I shouldn't have had to!"
Devin leaned forward and kissed the lion once more on his cheek, getting the tiniest flicker of a smile from his boyfriend, "I'm sorry you had such a bad time...was it all that bad?" he asked, getting a whiff of lion musk as he did. The lion really was worked up--the exam had been all the way in Anderson Hall; half way across campus and it seemed like the feline had stomped all the way here. It was nice--despite the undertone of anger.
Allen just snorted a bit and looked away, more than recognizing his mate's coddling him like he was throwing things out of proportion--something he was likely to do. Still, he was borderline passing in that class; he needed all the points he could get!
"I know something that'll make you feel better," Devin said, smirking a bit.
"What?"
"Bit of wolf cock...make you mewl for a bit before shooting your load. You know you're always happy with a bit of cock,"
Allen's ears twitched on his head while he quickly glared up at the wolf, "Devin, this is serious..." he said, but his sheath did twitch pleasantly at the idea. Still it was unlike the wolf to suggest it so raunchily. They had spent the past two years working up to their routines: dinner, perhaps a movie, bit of romance, bit of romping, lot of cuddling, sometimes waking the other up for another go. To just 'go' was a bit odd.
"I'm serious too Babe...you're stressed. I'm hella stressed. You chugging back a beer made me realize the answer to my last problem--had to work out the alcohol in esterification,"
"What about analytical Chem?" Allen asked, eyeing the wolf as he threw his shirt across the room. The wolf did look good...really good.
"We've got tomorrow," Devin replied.
"..."
"You said it best yourself," Devin told the lion, dropping his boxers unceremoniously and stepping over to his boyfriend who was still fully clothed. He splayed a paw through the lush mane of the feline before gripping down and yanking Allen closer to his peaking member, "Fuck you. I can do that...I can really do that,"
Allen scowled up at the wolf but the musk was a bit too much to deny. He let out a small sigh of pleasure before pushing against his boyfriend to no avail. A part of him realized the irony of pushing away the sexy wolf who he usually had to perk up to having sex--not with too much trouble mind you. Still, the wolf was literally throwing himself at him.
"I know you want it,"
Another small growl escaped the lion as he glared up at his boyfriend who was now grinding his package against his muzzle. It was--OK, he couldn't deny it; it was hot and sexy; he loved a bit of rough treatment.
Devin smirked as the vibration from the lion changed from a low growl to a medium purr of contentment, followed by a wet experimental lick over his sack. He pulled Allen away, leaned down, and planted a kiss on the feline's lips. After a bit he pulled back and smirked.
"Thought I was going to get some wolf cock," Allen retorted to the wolf's leering. He didn't feel abashed about the statement, after all, he had been quite content to begin with a good tongue bath over the wolf's fuzzy orbs. The wolf ruffled his mane before standing fully back up.
"Well...it's here..."
Devin stared at the wolf for a few moments before a smile ran over his features--almost not even upset about his exam anymore, and certainly not upset about having been forced to smell and take in his boyfriend's musky scent. He started out by kissing the wolf's bit of paunch--never a bad thing to have in a male--before quickly working his way to the tip of his boyfriend's cock.
It was nice too--not quite hard yet. There was only about an inch out of the wolf's sheath, meaning it was Allen's job to get the rest out and into his muzzle. He was purring happily when he wrapped his lips around the tip and began a gentle suckling motion, teasing his boyfriend's tapered end with his tongue and being rewarded with a spurt of pre over his tongue.
After a minute of gentle maneuvers and eager paws the two had found a rhythm. Quickly enough Allen was allowed to bob his head a bit more and more as the wolf's cock emerged from its furry home and into its warm playhouse. He didn't let up on the purrs or moans of pleasure at the feeling either; not that they eve needed to be forced. This was better though; eyes closed and working over a hot veiny shaft that rewarded him with delicious wolf nectar--a thousand times better than studying.
"There ya' go...get it nice and wet," Devin slurred, thrusting in and out of the oh-so-willing muzzle. By now it was a simple matter of a bit of movement of his hips and keeping his paw on the lion's head because Allen needed no push to bob his head up and down the slick pole. He grinned down at his boyfriend, unsure just what exactly could be better than the lips sealed around his member as that tongue lathed over him--even the purring added to it all.
"Mmmm...Mmhmm," Allen moaned to the wolf, throwing off the pattern of the grey furred hangers slapping against his chin when he moved down and deepthroated his wolf. He could feel the flesh throbbing inside of him and taste the sweetness of the pre as his reward for being the great cat he was. A moment more and he reunited with Devin's rhythm to where he could feel the wolf's low-hangers slapping rudely against his moist chin where from the combination of a great, mouthwatering cock and his more than eager mouth.
Without losing a beat he moved his paws to his shirt and began to work over the buttons. He opened his eyes briefly to look up at the wolf who smirked lewdly down at him. It was a bit odd but he managed a grin through the cock between his lips and only purred more intensely when the wolf told him how hot and sexy he was--though not quite in such simple terms. It took him a moment before he shucked off his shirt, revealing his chest and well groomed furry mane that ran down his neck and chest--a bit expanded around his pecs before dipping into his waist where his sheath was: his happy trail as it was.
"So hot..." Devin growled down, emphasizing his words with a rough thrust into Allen's muzzle. The lion was soon groping and working over his pants, though that endeavor soon ended once the button and zipper were undone--the feline paws instead opting for wolf fur and flesh. He let out a good-natured groan as claws raked down his lower back, and Allen moaned happily; even throwing in a twist of his head over his cock before diving quickly back down again.
He let the lion enjoy himself for a minute more before pulling back, watching as Allen's eyes opened once again and he tried to move forward to reclaim his lost treat. The lion had the brief look that he'd miscalculated their rhythm and had let the cock accidently slip--though after as much practice as the two had such a thing was unheard of. Devin grinned down at the lion and ruffled the maned head, "Ready for the main event Babe?"
"Hell yeah," Allen sighed, readjusting himself to where he could once more use his mouth to breathe. He began to work deftly over his shoes and socks, casting a few smiles up at the wolf as he did so.
"Want me to get you ready or just go for the simple stuff tonight?" Devin asked, showing the tip of his tongue and grinning a little.
"Simple stuff,"
"Just want t--Oh!" Devin let out a slight yelp as he was pulled down onto the bed.
"Just like you said I said," Allen told the wolf, reaching over the desk and fumbling around a moment until he found that inconspicuous bottle of pleasured related liquid next to the wolf's night light. "Fuck me,"
Devin let out a moan as the lion dipped down for a kiss, their tongues beginning a small duet for the night while he was handed the bottle of lube. He didn't mind though. While he got his paw nice and wet--making sure to warm the cool gel a bit too--the lion's paws began to graze over him in nearly every way. Sometimes using claws to rake down his chest and other times stroking his muzzle.
The two furs continued their makeout session, eventually with Allen ending up on top and straddling the wolf. The room was filled with the gentle hum of a purr and the occasional cussing of the feline as he pulled away to remind the wolf once again what to do to him--biting his lip before dipping back into the kiss as he did.
"Mmmm! Mm-mm...Mmmmm," Allen moaned into the wolf's muzzle as he began to take his boyfriend's member--not stopping till his hips were resting back on plushy wolf fur again. After a few moments he began to pull from the kiss, grinning as he did, "That's good..."
"Yeah," Devin replied with a small grin. After a bit of readjusting his had his knees propped up behind the lion like a small chair and a pillow behind his head to watch the show, "Now...I know we've been talking about the things I'm going to do to you...but...I feel like letting my kitten do what he wants for a bit,"
"Watch it Devin," Allen told his boyfriend, showing off his snarl for a moment but making it turn into a small, dumb grin as he slid off and back onto the thick veined shaft. It didn't take him long to begin working up to a heavy rhythm. His breathes came in small sputters and left in happy grunts while the wolf kept to tilting his hips or gyrating them a little--poking him in all sorts of fun places.
It didn't take either the two long to feel the effects of their lovemaking. Devin ran a paw up and down the sweaty chest of the lion, playing with the mane and occasionally giving his boyfriend's balls a rewarding squeeze. He was beginning to sweat too, adding to the musky air he was sure any would notice if they walked by his room. Hell, they would notice the grunts and slap of flesh against flesh.
Even the small dorm bed creaked in unison with them. Allen had his eyes closed tight with a look of concentration and pleasure on his features while he bounced himself up and down on the wolf's cock, paying no mind to his own leaking, pulsing member. He was a lion, it didn't take much to get him off--he'd let the wolf pound the cum out of him. After a bit he found himself leaning down and pushing on and off the wolf, feeling hot pants of air from his boyfriend run across his face.
"Yeah...that's a good job," Devin remarked, feeling his cock pulse and shoot more and more pre into his lover's tight hole. The way Allen worked for it, getting to watch his mane sway a little as if in a breeze or to lean up to taste the sweat of his labor that was only bouncing up and down on his shaft--it was all perfect. The sound of the lion's low hangers against his own flesh, or that of the mixture between the purr and grunts; they all worked in tandem for this purpose. He planted his paws on the lion's hips, beginning to help his boyfriend; shoving him down onto his cock; letting him know he still had a knot to go.
"Huh-huh-huh...fuuu--Oh!" Allen grunted, surprised by the quick jab up by his wolf but not minding it at all. His cock was swaying with the rhythm of their bodies, leaking pre onto the wolf's stomach much like the wolf's tool was leaking into his rump. "Tie me," he moaned.
Devin was panting heavier now.
"P-Please Devin," Allen mewled, his teeth bared and his own pace breaking; instead becoming more erratic and needy. He nearly rose off his boyfriend, before being helped back down and letting out a growl of pain, snarling in pleasure as the knot speared him.
"Comen...get in--make you mine!" Devin growled up at the lion, now bucking his own hips to meet the lion's downward thrusts. He needed to tie the feline, just as much as Allen needed to be tied. They both worked to the goal, making sure the other was going to reach their peak.
"Ah!"
"Ah...Ohh...Ohhhah--Mmmphpmm!" Allen yowled into his boyfriend's muzzle as he sank down past the knot. As soon as the kiss began it ended--having served its purpose so that he didn't wake up half the dormhall. He was held tightly against the growling wolf, feeling his boyfriend's knot pull against his pucker but his body being fall to unwilling to let it go. The wolf was his; just like he was the wolf's. His prostate was being pummeled mercilessly, and at the feeling of that all familiar heat flaring inside him he let out a mewl of pleasure while his cock throbbed between them.
Devin snarled at his boyfriend, feeling him clamp down on his cock like a vice and the lion's cock pulsing between their bellies, thick spurts of lion cum being trapped between their now sticky chests. His own cock throbbed in the warm, velvety tunnel, shooting off pulse after pulse of wolf cum; replacing any vital fluids his lover lost.
Soon it was at the familiar point; where Allen was helplessly moaning against him--his over sensitive prostate still being milked by his bucking hips; not that it stopped him. He kept thrusting into the lion, filling him with his essence and not missing the smile that it put on his lover's muzzle either. But even eventually he felt his own hips falter, and they were both soon clinging to one another--the feeling of wet cat cum seeping between them.
"Ooooooh..." Allen moaned, laying his head down on the wolf's messy chest while Devin's paws ran up and down his back. As his breathes returned to normal and the heat fell away he became aware of the cool air. It felt even colder, reminding him just how much he'd worked himself up. He nestled as close to the wolf as he could; wanting that heat that was so firmly planted in him to transfer all around him.
"Here..." Devin said, leaning over and grabbing a blanket off the floor. He threw it over them and wrapped his arms and legs around his boyfriend, smiling at him, "Better,"
"Yeah..." Allen purred, squeezing down a bit with his private muscles on the wolf, and feeling a bit of his own seed seep between them.
It was silent for a few moments.
Allen looked up and smiled at the wolf, "You know...after this...I think I'll need a review,"
"Review your canine anatomy?"
"Mmhmm...they say you have to repeat something three times before it really sinks in you know..."
Devin grinned a little and kissed the lion before nipping at his ear, "OK, but I don't want to hear you complaining tomorrow about a sore ass, got it?"
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The Cure for Dead Week Finals by Grizzled Bear
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I love the old gyms, the ones left over from the previous era. They're very rare, scattered about in what's left of the old concrete islands. You have to go to them to find decent steam rooms and saunas, and they still have water showers, not those silly dust baths or professional grooming stations. I suppose if I had fur, I'd enjoy that new stuff quite a bit more; to someone cold-blooded with scales, the old ways are the best.
I let the hot water in "Frank's Gym" run across the top of my head and down my back, warming me. Getting warmed up is important before a workout, all the more so when you're exothermic. I leaned against the shower wall, clicking my long nails on the tile and keeping aware of the footsteps of those behind me to avoid having my tail stepped on. Since most of my fellow gym-goers showered after their workouts (if they showered at all), they had very slow, heavy steps; most of their energy was spent.
In this gym, the showers did not have stalls. Everything was opened up, steam rising uniformly everywhere in this large tiled room, with a single door leading to the lockers. It took a while to warm up in the colder parts of the year, so I'd stay in the same spot long enough to observe several shifts of the shaggy, furry males lathering up, still catching their breath after their exertions. I enjoyed watching them, they're so different. Fur and prominent ears, some muzzles with whiskers and some without. Large, prominent sheaths, pendulous testicles; I have nothing like that. That is, nothing that shows unless it's ready to be used.
As I recognized some of them, they probably recognized me by sight or scent. I'd been coming here for a few months. I was no doubt "the lizard". I had gotten to know a few of them very well in the steam room a few weeks ago, which is how I convinced them that I wasn't a female accidentally wandering into the males' changing area. But that's another story.
Feeling much more active after letting the hot water do its work, I went out to the lockers, and dressed myself in my change of clothes. When I had arrived, I walked past several familiar scents; I expected them to be out on the first floor, but the large rooms housing weights and corridors leading off to the hot tub, pool, and steam room were surprisingly empty of fellows I recognized. My tongue waggles when I'm following scents, and I'll admit it; it looks very silly and I don't like doing it in public. But there was nobody important here to see, and I wanted to know what they were all up to. I caught most of their trails: the fuzzy boys were upstairs.
I sauntered up myself, and was just in time to round the corner at the top of the stairs to see one of the regulars, a stag whose name I still didn't know, pacing back and forth near the water trough and salt lick. He was limping, grimacing with each step, and casting angry looks toward double doors at the opposite end of the room.
That room was also known as "the arena". It was usually locked, but when enough of the fuzzies got antsy, as they will in the spring, a few good-natured fights help relieve the tension. I went to the arena, pushing the swinging door wide open so I'd have enough time to drag my tail in after me.
There was a bear whose name I knew, executing a sloppy submission hold on an unfamiliar hog. They were wrestling on a recently unrolled mat in the center of the dimly lit room. It was a little chilly in here; I estimated I'd have about 15 minutes before I'd get too cold, and start going into torpor.
The bear, Cody, was simply hugging the boar so tightly that the poor hog couldn't catch his breath. I didn't recognize the boar's face, but he smelled familiar. He let out one last whiny grunt before his eyes rolled back into his head, and his struggles ceased. Cody dropped him to the mat.
"So! Anyone else?" Cody pounded his chest. He was a fine specimen, much stronger than the average bear. "My first match, and it only lasted a minute. I'm not tired at all yet!"
I caught sight of another stag, looking the worse for wear; possibly the opponent of the first one I had passed. Just as I thought; it was an informal little session of jockeying for status. The room reeked of male pheremones. I was certain all I had missed were tests of strength, not of skill. Maybe it was time to introduce myself.
"I'll play with you," I said and stepped up. My knee creaked and popped on the way, which elicited a look of astonishment from a certain panda I knew well. He prodded a friend of his, a small wolf, and started whispering. Maybe I'd have a cheering section.
I tossed the shirt I had been wearing in front of me, and it fell perfectly flat at the edge of the mat. I could read the familiar saying as I passed it: "Youth and Strength are no match for Age and Treachery." Dragging my tail behind me, I tightened the drawstring on my pants.
The bear wasn't expecting someone like me. He looked down at the top of my head; I refrained from tipping my head up meet his gaze; it wasn't necessary yet. "Are you a monitor lizard?"
"No, I'm a tegu. And you're a brown bear...though I suppose you're sometimes mistaken for a grizzly bear. Cody, right?"
I wondered if he wished he were a grizzly, or if he had told some of them that he was. Almost everyone there was a regular; I knew few of their names, but I knew their scents and appearances from waiting my turn to use equipment or watching them spotting each other for heavy dead lifts. I'm sure he recognized as many of the muzzles and snouts here as I did. They muttered and discussed my chances.
"Yeah," he answered me. He grinned condescendingly. "I don't want to hurt you too much, gramps. Tell me, have you written your will?"
"No, I haven't. Call me Walther."
The grin turned into a sneer. "You can call me 'Daddy' after this. I'll break your back if I'm not careful, so be sure to cry loud enough for me to hear while I'm squeezing the life out of you." He walked forward, arms raised.
While he probably didn't realize that I didn't have to breathe as often as he, the hog, or many of the other mammalian spectators did, and that he'd have to crush me for a long, long time. However, I didn't relish the idea of being swept up into his arms. He was strong enough so that I doubted I could break free without seriously hurting him.
I smiled slightly, imagining other settings where I in fact might not mind a tight, lasting hug from a massive guy like him. "I'll show you who your daddy is, Cody," I whispered to myself as my tongue involuntarily flicked out at him. He was very close now. "I'll be gentle."
I stepped aside slowly; too slowly, so that he turned to follow me, reaching for my shoulder. I let his claws click against the scales there, tantalizingly close to an old scar where a much faster lion had once snagged me. I didn't even glance toward him as his grasping claws closed on nothing.
"Running away?" He snorted and lunged at me again. All of his bodybuilding efforts had been poured into making himself stronger; he wanted to appear big. None of his work was in order to make himself flexible or able to change direction quickly. He was a wonderful example of a muscular, strong bear, but great strength isn't a prerequisite for being a great fighter.
This time I moved quickly; I didn't dodge to the side or retreat, I moved toward him, under his lumbering, grasping arms. I felt his paws slide down my back, missing their target; he had meant to grab my shoulders, presumably to pick me up and shake me in a wasteful attempt at humiliation. It would cost him.
I held one of his arms to my shoulder and shoved against him with my other shoulder, putting all of the force of my tail into it. He was surprised; my legs look weak, and in fact, they were very weak compared to his. But my tail's thicker around than even his legs.
Of course, not knowing better, he pushed back to overcompensate. He had no sense of balance at all. So as he leaned forward to put more force into the resisting push, I caved in to the side. I pulled his arm, locked against my shoulder at the elbow, across his front. I moved most of my body out of the way but my tail, which with a quick jerk up, entangled itself across one ankle and behind his other leg's knee. With one last light tug on his arm, it overbalanced him. Tani otoshi, the valley drop throw: it's served me well. Technically, one is supposed to use a leg for the last little trip and lift, not a tail. But you work with what you've got.
He landed on his back, which conveniently untangled my tail from his legs. I landed mostly on him. He wouldn't be getting up for a minute, judging from the sound of him hitting the mat. I patted the front of his shorts, coaxing a groan and an incoherent mumble from the big bear.
"Poor daddy. You rest for a while. Come and see me in the steam room later if you feel up to it." I rolled forward and stood up; it was probably time to go before I got too chilly and slow. I collected my things and headed for the door.
The surrounding fellows watched me go, really seeing me for the first time. "Tell Cody I enjoyed myself," I said. "He can be much stronger; maybe I'll take him on as a student."
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Tussle by Doc Hauke
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The maroon comforter was soft on my lion paws as I gathered it around me, settling in for the story my friend Gray was about to tell. The raccoon sat next to me, his eyes stared off out the window as he began to relate a tale of his roommate red fox, Loki. I wanted to hear the story because I was drawn to the fox. While he was away I had slept in his bed, taken on his scent, and liked what I felt. Gray could sense this attraction and instead of being jealous, as many animals are when they find out their mate is taken by another; he fed my curiosity because he was not under the belief that any creature should be claimed by another. He also had great respect for me, and his roommate Loki. The raccoon and I cuddled on the bed together as he began his tale.
"Loki had been sharing his den with an older vixen. They were mating on a regular basis, but he had taken precautions to avoid unwanted kits, after all, they were still young pups themselves in his eyes."
Gray paused and reflected, as though contemplating his own age and wondering if he still looked at himself as a younger cub. I thought of my own age, yes, my mane was starting to grow out, I had been chased out of my pride a few years ago, but I was not yet strong enough to call myself a mature male. I nuzzled into Gray, smelling his familiar sent and thinking about the kinship we shared together. He felt me pressing into him and continued the story.
"Well, you and I both know Loki is a loner, he drifted out of the area and headed north to join me here. The vixen stayed in contact with him but could tell he was not interested in keeping up a long distance relationship. She seemed clingy and kept calling him. A few weeks later she dropped a bomb shell, she was pregnant and saying they were his kits. Of course Loki was confused, he had used protection religiously to prevent this, yet she said it had somehow failed. Instead of running with his tail tucked as many other young pups would, he owned up to the accusations and agreed to return to her den to stay if she would have him. He would help raise the kits and call the vixen his mate."
Again Gray paused. He looked at me seriously now, "No one told him he had to do it, he could have called her a liar, and she had slept with others before him. But he was strong; he owned up to it and went to her because he is much older than his age tells." It was true, though Loki was still a pup; his eyes showed the maturity he had been forced into. The scares of many brushes with death covered his lean frame.
"She lost the litter in an accident. That's what she told him anyway. He went to her and still offered his paw in marriage. The vixen accepted and they slept together unprotected, a demonstration of their new devotion I guess. Then he was mingling with some of her pack mates and found out she had been sharing her den with many others during his absence. He confronted her in front of the pack and she broke down. There had been others, but one had forced himself on her after getting her drunk. He had raped her. Loki's hair on the back of his neck bristled up as he growled a demand for the intruder's name. The vixen meekly whispered the name of a dog in the neighborhood and Loki rallied the pack on a blood hunt."
I realized that I was gripping the comforter with my claws and retracted them quickly. This was not a new story, many of my pack mates had been violated by twisted beings in the past. I counted myself lucky at only being abused mildly in comparison. I could feel the rage growing in me and waited eagerly to hear what Loki had done to the pathetic dog that now carried a death wish. Gray had told other stories about Loki and his protective nature, I knew to expect blood would soon be spilt. How I wish I could have been there with him to exact the sweet revenge. The raccoon story teller related the hunt.
"Loki took the vixen with him, along with a large cougar friend. They tracked the dog to a back ally near where he worked. The k-9 didn't expect the ambush and was knocked quickly on his back by the angry red fox. It was a skinny looking greyhound lab mix, black with one white ear. Loki drew out his signature hunting knife from the sheath on his back. It glistened in the street light as he pressed it against his prey's throat. The cougar watched from the end of the ally to make sure no one was coming. Loki paused for a moment, intent on castrating the fucker, he thought it best to quickly make sure he had the right dog. A game of twenty questions ensued and before he knew it, the pathetic dog was telling him an all too familiar story. Apparently he had fucked the vixen consensually many times in her den, that she had told him she carried his litter, and later lost it. Loki was crushed, this dog was not a rapist, he had fallen victim to a fox now caught in her own lies. That same little vixen was now standing before them. The dog cursed her out and took off, Loki did the same. He had been willing to turn over his life to save her face, he had almost ruined the life of a total stranger for her, and now he felt like a fool."
Here Gray paused; his voice was shaking a little as he said those last words. I knew we both felt betrayed by her actions, by the actions of anyone who had lied to us like that. We agreed that Loki was strong for walking away, he had refused to sink to her level and come out ahead because of it, there are many other animals I could think of who might not have been so merciful to such betrayal. As I thought about the pain that Loki must be feeling I wanted to be with him. Gray looked at me and smiled,
"He's in the shower right now friend, you should go to him if that's how you feel."
I blushed and hid in the blankets. My pack mate was giving his consent. Suddenly I felt an urge to be there, holding Loki in the warm water and telling him things were going to be alright. Pushing the covers off I walked back to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Yeah, what?" Called the fox, he was still grooming himself.
I thought about his naked body, wet and soapy in that shower. With confidence, I opened the door a crack and made myself known.
"I'd like to join you in the shower if that's ok Loki."
"Sure, but I'm almost done and..." He broke off, catching his breath at the sight of me.
I was already inside and stripping off my cloths as he peeked out of the curtain. His eyes widened a little at my forward approach. I smiled and stepped up to him, he backed away.
"Well," I said "I guess I'll have to hurry then if I want to share this with you."
I stepped into the shower and shook my mane under the water. Loki came closer, putting his arms around me in a friendly embrace; he became aroused suddenly as I gently ran my paws down his strong back.
"Gray told me what happened with that vixen Loki. I want you to know that not everyone is that kind of lying bitch."
"Yeah?" he said "Thanks for caring."
I pulled him into me, feeling both of us harden at the soft touch of our wet fur mingling in the water. We kissed gently and then looked into each other's eyes. He had a look of innocence that was almost believable until you saw the scars on his body. There were a few strange looking fresh ones on his arm. I asked him about them.
"I was drunk at a party a few days ago and some ass holes were putting their cigarettes out on me. They said it would toughen me up, I don't need that kind of bull shit."
His rough words attracted me even more. I let my hand fall down between his legs and I touched him gently. He was hard and reached eagerly for me. We embraced and began making out. The water suddenly went cold and we both cried out. Loki scrambled for the faucet handle and turned it off.
"Well," He said, "I think I'm all clean now, shall we head to my room to cuddle for a while?"
I nodded with a smile and we stepped out of the shower together. Without even grabbing towels to dry off we walked right through the house stark naked and dripping wet. Gray shook his head as we came by.
"You two are incorrigible; I'll get dinner started while you get acquainted." said the raccoon as he keyed up a pot of water on the stove.
Loki's room was small and dark. There were cloths and papers all over the floor along with numerous books. He was apparently an avid reader. The bed was nothing more than an old mattress on the floor covered in sleeping bags. Loki picked one up and shook it out before laying it back down, then he bounded onto the mattress and beckoned for me to join him. We continued to lick and kiss affectionately while occasionally stroking each other to encourage our arousal. This elaborate ritual continued until finally Gray hollered that dinner was ready. Naked and hard, we emerged from his room and walked naked to the kitchen, a benefit of not only owning your own den, but also being comfortable with your body. The raccoon had taken off his shirt in the hot kitchen. His muscles gleamed with condensation from the steam of boiled vegetables rising out of the pot. I wrapped my arms around him, allowing my aroused body to press into his back. He jumped forward a little and then moaned softly, pressing against me with his rear. Loki slapped my ass as he passed us, heading to the cabinet to set the table. Gray turned to face me and we liked each other in excitement.
"Hey! You should wait till he's finished cooking before you distract him like that, he might burn the veggies," cried Loki.
I gave the red fox a mischievous look and let go of Gray. The vegetable were not burning, but I knew it would be difficult for Gray to finish cooking if he started in on me. Loki set the places and we sat down. The sun was shining through the uncovered windows. When I had first come to visit my pack mates in their den, I was a little unnerved by the openness of the space; all the windows were uncovered so anyone walking by who happened to look up would see my naked body standing there. Gray and Loki seemed not to care, all though, when children passed by they would move away to avoid traumatizing minors. Now I stood and let the sun dry my fur. It was nice to feel the warm rays fall across my back as I sat down in the chair. Loki was staring at me, he reached a paw across the table and began stroking my neck. I could not help purring at his gentle touch.
"Alright gentlebeasts, dinner is served." Gray set a great bowl of steaming vegetables on the table along with rice and beans.
We ate the hardy vegan meal on nice stoneware while laughing and joking about sex, friends, and being young, carefree animals. Being among such loving pack mates was so satisfying, like the food, they filled me with satisfaction. It was the natural order of things and I was pleased that Loki had come north and found us. Perhaps here he could settle with trusting, loving companions who would give him the respect he deserved. I looked forward to getting to know him on a more intimate level later that night.
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Lusting for Kinship by Durexia
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*Someone to Hold*
By Sheba Wolf
Reiza sat staring out the window, not really noticing anything. She didn't even notice the squirells playing in the tree in her yard. Light rain softly hit the window, leaving streaks as the droplets slid down it's length. The streaks matched the streaks on her face. Tears were slowly making their way down her face leaving matted lines in her fur. This was not a rare sight on rainy days like this.
She let out a soft sigh and turned away from the greyness of the outdoors. She hated the rain. Not because rain made people gloomy but because it was rain that had ruined her life. It was raining when her mate of 2 years was taken from her in a horrible accident. He had been driving home from a long night at work when a dozing truck driver over corrected, slid across the center line on the wet pavement and hit him head on. He didn't even know what hit him, he was dead on impact.
Getting up from her window seat she groaned slightly, not only did the rain bring back bad memories it brought pain in her knee. She frowned and rubbed her aching knee and moved on to the kitchen. She pulled open the freezer and grabbed a tub of cookie dough ice cream. This was going to be a long night she thought to herself as she plopped on the couch to watch TV.
"Tonight at 10pm see what was discovered in the river during the yearly clean up" The TV blared. Reiza rolled her eyes, she was upset enough she didn't need the ever depressing news to make it worse. Quickly changing the station she stopped on a very interesting looking show. A young but not too young vixen was sitting on a bed in a skimpy lenguire seductivly smiling at someone off camera, playfully swishing her tail. Reiza blinked a couple times before realizing what was going on, blushing she changed the channel to cartoons before looking around to make sure no one had seen what she had seen. Who was she kidding, there was no one there to see. She was alone in that 4 bedroom house.
She had been alone for about 10 years. It really was time for her to move on, Greg was never coming back. Even if he could come back he probably wouldn't love her anymore. Since his death she had become a recluse and avid cookie dough and ice cream eater. This had caused her to gain quite a bit of weight, not only that but her hair was turning white. It was no longer the beautiful sleek black that Greg had fallen in love with.
Finding she had derpressed herself further she took a big glob of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, trying not to cry as she watched Spongebob Squarepants. Usually this show would make her laugh, but not this time, she was too far gone in her depression. The ending theme came on. She got up to go to the restroom, returning just in time for the beginning theme of the next episode of Spongebob to start. She happened to glance out the window and noticed a big yellow moving truck sitting in front of the empty house across the street from her. She perked her ears and watched as several men hurridly took boxes into the house. Trying to keep them and the boxes as dry as possible.
"I wonder who is moving in," she said out loud semi scaring herself with her own voice. Then she saw him, the only guy not wearing a uniform, standing in the doorway of his new house, barking orders to the men carrying the boxes. "Don't drop that! Keep that box dry! If you break that I'll break you!" She couldn't help but giggle at the men struggling to carry the apparently heavy boxes across the wet lawn. Then suddenly the man looked across the street and straight at her, as if he knew she was watching him. She immediately ducked out of sight and crawled back to her couch, hoping he really didn't see her and it was just coincidence that he looked her way. She let out a little giggle when she realized how silly she was being. Although...he was kind of cute!
END CHAPTER 1
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Someone to Hold Ch1 by Sheba Wolf
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I have a pantyhose fetish. There, I've said it. I've never flat out told this to anyone before. You mention any type, color, or style of pantyhose, and I've got it. And more than one pair of them too. I've loved pantyhose as long as I can remember. I like how sexy they are on me. I like how they feel against my skin. I love the variety of what you can find. I have red, green, purple, leopard, and fishnets. I have bodystockings, pantyhose, thigh highs, and knee-highs, and different styles in each. Like I said, you name it, I've got it. My name is Keri, and I have a pantyhose fetish.
Now, you might be asking what I do with all of my pantyhose. Well, just about everything. However, I have at least two pairs of every one. I have a pair that I don't use on a regular basis. They are like my backup pair. I keep them neatly stashed away in a lockable container, all organized by type. Then I have the pair that I do use. I also keep these neat as well, and organized, but used. With some of them, I have even more. The ones I have extra off tend to be my playthings. They are for other uses. You see, when I got my first bodystocking, I fell even further in love with pantyhose. I loved how it felt all over my body. That is when I discovered an alternate use for pantyhose. You take a regular pair of pantyhose, and by cutting a few holes, you can wear them as shirts. Then I take your basic knee or thigh high, and put that over my head like you sometimes see robbers do. It's a remarkable sensation that you have to try sometime. The feeling of pantyhose rubbing against my 34D breasts is something that cannot be explained. I even found a site dedicated to this stuff...I immediately became a member.
Now why am I telling you all of this? Well, I have one problem. I often feel alone when it comes to this. I want to tell people about my fetish, but am afraid that people will hate me when I tell them. So I've come to you, in hopes that someone out there understand what I'm going through. Someone who enjoys pantyhose like I do, whether you be male or female. Write to me and tell me about your pantyhose experiences. Like I am about to do for you now.
Only once has anyone ever learned about my fascination with pantyhose. I know, I mentioned earlier that I've never told anyone before. Well this is a bit different. I didn't tell this person, they learned about it. Her name was Cindy. She is the only person I've met who actually loves pantyhose as much as I do, and it was a chance encounter. It was at a bar called Logans. I was at the bar, drinking a Bud Light, when she approached. Now, I must tell you what I was wearing. I was wearing a long-sleeve red dress, one that showed no cleavage at all. Why you ask, especially how easy it is to pick up men by showing cleavage? Well, instead of a bra, I was wearing a pair of altered black pantyhose. I had cut out a hole around the crotch, and cut off the feet. It was one of those pairs I altered so I could wear it out in public, without anyone knowing. That is why my dress didn't show cleavage. I also was wearing black pantyhose the normal way down below, and yes, they were crotchless. When she approached, the first thing I noticed, can you guess, were her pantyhose. She had on a dark blue pair. Imagine my surprise when I saw the same exact dress on her. For an instant, I imagined that it was for the same reason I was, but quickly dismissed that thought. When she got to the bar, she ordered a drink, looked at me, and whistled. "Didn't think I would see someone else wearing my dress, and looking so good in it too." I smiled, and thanked her. That was when she did it. She pulled up a stool, and placed a hand on my knee. I looked down, and back up with a look of question. Boy, how my plans changed with that one move.
"Can I buy you another drink?" she asked. Unable to think properly, I nodded yes. Pretty soon we were on the floor dancing. Then it happened. All I could gather was that she felt the seam where I had cut into the pantyhose. She ran her hand along my back, and stopped. She gave me a look, than pulled me to the side of the room. Without anyone seeing, she pulled the front of my dress forward and looked down. When she saw what was underneath, she let go of my dress, leaned over to me and whispered, "How about we leave this joint?" My jaw dropped. Not only was she interested in me, she also wasn't disgusted by my choice for an undergarment. When we got outside, I asked where she wanted to go. She pushed me against the wall, kissed me, and said, "Your place." We left immediately, hand in hand.
I lived only a few blocks away. From the time those two words were mentioned till the time we got inside and locked the door, nothing else was said. Before I had even finished locking the door, she was already behind me unzipping my dress. As soon as it was unzipped enough, I rested a hand on her shoulder as she helped me out of it. I had her turn around and I unzipped her dress. I was a bit disappointed that she didn't have the same thing on underneath, but she did have an interesting bra. I was like any other bra, but it was made out of nylon. I've seen them before on the net, but haven't found a way to get one outside of using the net. Normally, I would have bought one right away, but I didn't that time. Don't remember why though. Well, she wanted to play right away, but I wouldn't let her. I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Sitting her on my bed, I went into my closet. I took off the makeshift shirt I had on, and switched it with a pair of pantyhose that didn't have the feet cut off. I came back out to find her lying on my bed like she lived here. She sat back up as I moved over to her. Without saying a word, I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. And yes, there was some serious tongue action.
When we finally broke that off, she scooted further onto the bed as I got up there with her. She lay down as I began to explore her body. I could tell she also enjoyed the feeling of nylon on her skin as my hands ran down her body. As I began to explore her breasts (later discovered to also be 34D's), she began to lightly moan. She did this every once in a while as I massaged her nipples through her bra, and as I moistened it running my tongue over every inch of her breasts. Even while I nibbled her nipples a bit, she continued to moan. Then I moved down. As my hands ran along her belly, I felt a small shudder from her body. Using my nylon covered finger to part her belly button a bit (an innie I might add), I carefully sucked on her belly a bit. Then I moved down. Now mind you, this is the first time I have ever been with another female. I have enjoyed looking at other females online, but hadn't really come to the conclusion that I wanted to experience it yet. But my love of pantyhose, and meeting someone else who shared that love, overcame any inhibitions I might have had.
When I came to her pussy, her pantyhose had already developed a wet spot around her pussy. So, I decided to add to the wet spot by getting my first taste of another woman. My initial taste was very sweet, and only encouraged me to taste more. I didn't even bother pulling her pantyhose down, I just forcefully stretched them enough to insert the very tips of my fingers barely inside her lips. I wasn't able to keep them there long, as it took too much pressure. Instead, I began to massage her clit through her pantyhose. Her moans became louder as I moved faster. Pretty soon I heard, "I'm going to cum." Still massaging her clit, I attached my mouth around her pussy, the nylon the only thing between my mouth and her lips. As I began to suck on her pussy, I began to feel something wet soaking through the nylon. I caused her to orgasm. As I sucked up as much as I could, I continued to work her clit. All the while, she is letting out some very deep moans, along with the words, "Oh, Keri." After about 30-40 seconds, she stopped cumming. I didn't want her too do so, but she removed her pantyhose, then proceeded to lick the crotch herself, obviously trying to taste as much as she could. Not only had a found someone with a love of pantyhose, but also someone who also enjoyed the taste of their own cum. Everyone I had ever had sex with would always insist on giving oral before sex, as the didn't want to taste their cum if we did it after sex. And I've only orgasmed once outside of masturbation and that person had this thing where they immediately would clean himself off after sex. So I have tasted myself before, but only by licking my fingers or whatever toy I'm using for self-gratification. When she finished with this, I helped her put her pantyhose back on, with a large wet circle around her pussy, and we fell to the bed wrapped in each other's arms, kissing.
We laid there in each other's arms for about ten minutes, doing nothing but kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other. At this point, I decided to show her my collection. Taking her hand, I pulled her off of my bed. With her head against my shoulder, and my arm around her, I walked her into my closet. Letting go of her, I grabbed a key hanging next to the door and unlocked one of the large chests I had in one corner (I have a good sized walk-in closet). Opening the chest, I motioned for her to come over. When she knelt beside me, she just gasped. Reaching out, she ran her hand over the top drawer, touching each pair of pantyhose that I had. As she explored that chest, I opened my other one, the chest containing the pairs that I use regularly. I looked to her and said, "Name a color."
"Umm, red." I pulled out one drawer and found several pairs and shades of red pantyhose and stockings. She was amazed. "Okay, how about yellow?" I pushed in that drawer and pulled out another. "Okay, how about multicolored?" She was enjoying this. I pushed in that drawer and went down about three. Pulling that one out, I showed her my different styled pantyhose. I have various different animal styles, along with non-animal styles. Holding up a finger, I pulled out a leopard bodystocking that I had. Her eyes went wide open. Then, without even removing what I already had on, I went ahead and put it on. The pantyhose I was already wearing made it a bit darker, but at first glance, you couldn't tell I was wearing anything underneath. The only thing that gave away that fact was my hands, which were still encased in pantyhose. While doing this, she looked further through my collection, and found a spiderweb bodystocking. As I finished putting on the leopard pair, I told her to go ahead and put the spiderweb pair on. As she began to remove what she was wearing, I stopped her and told her to leave them on. While she put on the bodystocking, I grabbed a large shoebox that was off to the side. The shoebox contained the stuff that I had stretched a bit, for instance stockings that I had stretched to fit over my head. I grabbed a pair of nude knee-highs and closed the box. Pushing the drawers back in, I waited for her to finish dressing. When she finished, I began to put one of the knee-highs over her head like a mask, and than did the same to myself. Now the bodystockings that we were wearing were both crotchless. The one I was wearing only exposed the hands and everything from the neck up. The pair Cindy was wearing did the same, but it went below the neck, so it exposed a bit more. But considering what else I was wearing, only my neck and pussy were exposed. Her hands, neck, and a little bit of her chest were exposed. I could tell that she had never tried a mask before, as she seemed to look a bit uncomfortable wearing it. It can be at first, but if you really like pantyhose, you eventually grow to like it and even to love it.
At this point, she seemed to be exploring things, as she ran her hands over her body. She stuck out her tongue a few times, examining how it felt against the pantyhose. Her face was a bit distorted, and her eyes were partially open. I leaned over and as she was sticking her tongue out, I did the same and rubbed my tongue against hers. It is a weird sensation, as you can't actually feel the juices like you normally do without the masks, but it is also an exciting sensation for some...like me. As I moved closer, I put my hands on her cheeks and fully kissed her. While kissing her, I ran my hands over her body, especially over her breasts. She seemed to like it, as her kiss became more passionate. She began doing the same to me, exploring the feeling of everything with pantyhose. As I laid her down on the closet floor, I got on top of her and used one leg to split her legs. I then placed my legs around one of her thighs, all while continuing to kiss her. When we broke the kiss, I moved down and began giving her light kisses from her neck to her breasts. As I was further exploring her chest, I felt her stretch a bit. I glanced up and watched as she reached for a conveniently placed strapn. I'm not sure what it was doing there, as I am not usually a messy person. I must have forgotten to put it away after use one day. Now you might be asking why I have a strapn, considering I've never been with a woman before. Well, I once had a boyfriend who enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, so I bought one. When she finally grabbed the strapn, I smiled and helped her put it on. As I lay down, I spread my legs invitingly. If you don't know what is going to happen next, than you are either an idiot, or have some form of amnesia.
Cindy crawled over to me, and sitting on her knees, she spit into her hands and began lubing the dildo with her spit. Once she had it good and ready, she lifted my legs up and under her arms. Pulling me closer to her, she then began to slap my pussy with the dildo, before gently pushing it a bit inside. Then without warning, she rammed all 6 inches into me. Most guys aren't that quick, so it caught me a bit off guard. Resting there for a second, she took my right leg and began to kiss it from my knee up to my foot. Sucking on my big toe for a few seconds, she then gripped my legs and proceeded to fuck me. She didn't do it hard like the insertion, but she was fast, and good. Every once in a while, she would skillfully twist my body to one side while twisting her body to the other side, causing the dildo to twist in my pussy. It felt wonderful. She would then fuck me some more, than twist again. After the third twist, my hands tried their hardest to grip the floor as I violently orgasmed. I let out a loud "OH MY GOD!" while my body began to pulse, and my pussy just let it all flow. I don't ever recall orgasming like that before, and it provided me with one more reason to try and hold onto Cindy as long as I could. I'm not exactly sure how long it lasted, and seem to recall Cindy leaning forward and kissing me. I even recall Cindy not even bothering to pull out the dildo. I just flowed around it. When I finally finished, and my body went still, Cindy pulled out. She then got into a sixty-nine position, and began cleaning up down there. While doing this, I began to give the dildo oral, cleaning it up for the next use. And yes, I tasted myself, but I've done that before, so it wasn't anything new. I enjoyed my own taste. And yes, I had to do this while still wearing a mask. So I had to basically stick my tongue out and run it along the dildo, trying to lap up whatever I could. It makes it a bit harder.
When we finished, we took off the masks and strapn, and placed them to the side. I then asked her "Would you like to stay the night?" She didn't think about it a second, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. As we laid down for the rest of night, we weren't planning on sleeping at all. We didn't take long before we started up again, this time doing something different. I began to realize that I finally found that person I've always been looking for, and I was told later that she felt the same way. I had introduced her to a new side of pantyhose, and she had introduced me to a new kind of partner.
About a month later we moved in with each other. We shared our collections with each other, and it was a long time before a day or night went by without us doing something together, and it was because of a very logical reason. We had just been on a plane for most of the day, on our way to our honeymoon, and we were too pooped out to do anything more than cuddle in our hotel room. This was almost a year and a half after we met, and thankfully, our families fully supported our lifestyle choices.
That is the end of this story. Maybe, if you keep a lookout, you might find something else about our pantyhose enriched lives together.
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"Dammit all!" Ellie shouted, staring at the map. The little gnome and her orcish companion had been trekking in the Zanzaldi jungle for three days, now. What was supposed to have been a half day's journey from their last stop just outside the jungle at Huntsman's Crossing before arriving in the port town of Fletcher Bay, had now become a quest just to find a path leading to any form of civilization. Before leaving Huntsman's Crossing the two adventurers had received word that a recent storm had washed away the road leading to Fletcher Bay, but a kindly gentleman had sold them a map with what he had promised was a more direct route to their destination. Thinking back on it, he was less a "kindly gentleman" and more of a "deceiving con artist".
"Damn this jungle! Damn these mosquitoes! Damn this hot weather! Damn this stupid map! And damn the lying bastard who sold it to us!" With a huff, Ellie stuffed the map back into her pack, and sat down on a nearby rock, sulking.
Mazra sat down next to her smaller companion. "It will be dark soon," the orc noted. "Perhaps it would be best to set up camp, and rest here for the night." A crack of thunder boomed through the air, shattering the near silence of the jungle. The first few heavy drops of rain began to fall, providing an unwelcomed respite from the hot, tropical weather. "We should get started on that camp."
...
The rain was unrelenting, quickly turning the ground into a soft, slippery, and muddy mess. The heavy patter on the tent made it difficult to sleep soundly, but the two managed to eventually drift off. Mazra and Ellie's clothes were soaked right through, meaning they had to strip them off and sleep without. The two of them were forced to cuddle together while they slept for warmth, not that either minded, nor was it any different from how they normally slept. All of the nearby wood had been drenched, making it unusable to start a fire, which meant they were colder than usual. And, unprotected from any of the innumerable predators that lurked in the shadows.
The moon was nearing its highest point when Mazra heard it: the sharp snapping of a branch. Something was out there, and the orc wasn't going to bet on it being friendly. "Ellie!" Mazra hissed. The gnome stirred, ever so slightly. "Ellie! Wake up! There's something out there!"
"What!?" Ellie said, scrambling to her feet. Mazra was already reaching for her axe. Ellie, grabbed her revolver rifle, double checking to make sure it was loaded. The only bit of clothing the two bothered to put on were their cold, wet cloaks, to provide at least some protection from whatever foe lurked out there, or to give the pair at least some decency in case it was another person.
The two slowly crept out of their small tent, careful not to make too much noise that would alert whatever was out there to their presence. "You sure you heard something out here?" Ellie whispered.
"Yeah, I'm positive," Mazra replied. "Perhaps it's gone." The low rumble of a panther's growl broke the near silence. "Or not. Keep on your guard, and shoot it as soon as you see it."
With a roar the panther leapt from its hiding place. Ellie released a shot, but barely grazed the beast. The black feline swiped at Mazra, slicing her right in the stomach. "ARRGH!" she screamed, keeling over. She quickly straightened herself, slashing back against her opponent. The panther deftly dodged the attack, growling at its prey.
"Get away from her!" Ellie yelled, firing another round at the cat. This shot hit its mark, planting itself in the panther's shoulder. The panther yelped in agony, before turning its gaze on Ellie. The predator licked its lips in anticipation for the fight with this more worthy opponent.
The beast lunged at the small woman, knocking her to the ground. Her gun flew from her hands, landing ten feet away from where the two struggled. Just as the panther was about the sink its teeth into the juicy gnome beneath it a bolt of green magic struck its side. With a yelp the animal was pushed aside, giving Ellie a chance to scramble to her weapon. Another blast of magic was fired at the cat, barely missing its target. The first hit had been enough, however, and the beast fled from the fight in defeat.
Ellie rushed to Mazra's side. "You alright, babe?" the little woman asked, concerned. She examined her companion's wound. "This is not good. We need to get you to help. Now!"
"I'm fine," the orc growled. "It's going to take a lot more than that to take down a member of the Wolf Heart Clan. Go fetch our packs. Should be some bandages in one of them." Ellie scurried back into the tent, emerging with both of their packs, digging around to find something to bind Mazra's cuts.
"Perhaps I should take a look at your injuries," a deep voice said. Mazra and Ellie both looked up. Standing before them was a tall, dark skinned woman. She wore nothing but a loin cloth and an animal skin bound around her modest chest, her outfit displaying her well toned body, as well as the many rune tattoos that decorated her skin. In her left hand she wielded a twisted mahogony staff, which had many of the same runes that decorated her body carved into it. She pushed a few of her dreadlocks out of her face, revealing a pair of silver eyes that appeared to almost glow in the moonlight. She knelt besides Mazra, placing her staff on the ground, moving the orc woman's hand from her wound, and inspecting it closely. "Your gnomish friend is right, this is a grave affliction. I have just the thing in my home to treat this," she said, before turning to Ellie. "Take your packs. The two of you can rest at my home, tonight."
The woman rose to her feet, bringing Mazra to her own. "I'm guessing it was you who helped us out back there," Mazra said, letting out a pained grunt as talking caused her injury some discomfort.
"You would be correct," the mysterious woman replied. "I heard your struggle from my hut. I wasn't going to just let a couple of travellers get killed in the night. Arrived just in time, it would appear."
"We would have been fine," Ellie interjected.
"Strange," the woman said, a hint of laughter behind her words. "It seemed that without me you would have been quite the meal for that predator back there, had I not acted in time."
Ellie angrily huffed in response. "What's your name?" she inquired.
"Tanska," their savior replied. "And what about you?"
"Elora," the gnome responded. "And that beautiful green thing is Mazra."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Tanska said. "It's a shame we couldn't have had this introduction on a more pleasant note. It has been a long while since I last entertained guests, and the company would be greatly appreciated."
The trio of women arrived at a large hut, smoke billowing from the chimney. Tanska pushed aside the curtain, inviting her guests inside. "Lay your cloaks and other belongings by the fire to dry. No need to be shy about your lack of decency, I have plenty of warm, dry blankets to wrap yourselves in," she said, following Ellie and Mazra inside, and leaning her staff against the wall. She turned towards a large cabinet, and opening it. Inside were dozens of bottles and jars, ranging from every size, color, and viscosity. The dark woman reached for a jar of pale, green paste, before beckoning Mazra over. She opened the jar, releasing a pungeant, sour aroma, and scooped up a generous amount, which she proceeded to rub deep into the claw marks. Mazra hissed in a pained response. "The medicine should be taking effect, now," Tanska said, sealing the jar once more, before putting it back into its place in the cabinet.
The effects were instantaneous. The muscles on Mazra's abdomen began to sew themselves back together, the skin sealing back over the exposed muscles, leaving only a scar a few shades paler than the rest of her skin. "Thank you," the orc said, graciously.
"It was no problem," Tanksa said. "The wound would only have gotten worse over time. Illness and possibly death would have been imminent." She walked over to a large basket, and procured two, thick blanets. "Here," she said, handing a blanket to each of her guests, before sitting on the floor with them. "These should help warm you up."
Both women thanked her for the blankets, before wrapping themselves in their warmth, once again covering their naked bodies. "So, what exactly is it that you do out here, Tanska?" Ellie asked, in an attempt to dissipate the silence in the room.
"I have always lived in this jungle," the dark woman replied. "I was born to a tribe that lived and learned with the spirits of this place. We found a balance between helping and using the plants and animals, and were rewarded with power not seen outside of these trees," Her tone grew somber. "Then outsiders came. They showed us technologies we had never even imagined before. New spirits to worship. New ways of life we had never thought possible. Slowly, my tribe abandoned the old ways, rather than living alongside the new. They left the village, and adopted the cultures of the outsiders. They abandoned the spirits, and the spirits abandoned them."
Ellie placed a comforting hand on Tanska's thigh. "I'm so sorry," she said, meeting the much taller woman's eyes.
"Do not be, dear Elora," Tanska replied, smiling. "They have found happiness in their new lives, and I continue to be happy with my old one. I brew potions that I trade with them for the pleasures their cultures offer, and I do not stray far from what the spirits need to keep my home strong and full of life."
"What sort of potions do you craft?" Mazra asked.
Tanska smiled. "I brew potions to cure wounds like the one you suffered, alleviate ailments, both common and uncommon, rejuvenate strength, vigor, wit, as well as..." her eyes twinkled. "elixirs of a more... recreational use."
"How do you mean 'recreational'?" Mazra questioned.
"I'll show you," Tanska purred, rising from her spot on the floor, and, once again, opening the large cabinet. This time, she produced a small vial containing a shimmering, purple liquid. Uncorking it, she downed the contents in a single gulp. The effects were not apparent, at first. Perhaps it did not have a visual effect? But it was not long until Tanska began to slowly pitch a tent in her loin cloth.
"Did you just-?" Ellie asked, incredulously.
"Indeed I did," Tanksa replied, grinning. She removed her loincloth to expose her think, ten-inch, throbbing erection.
"No way!" Ellie squealed, scrambling to her feet. She reached up, and grabbed hold of Tanska's very warm dick with both hands. "No fucking way!" She gave the cock a stroke. "This thing has to be at least half as big as me!" The little gnome excitedly jerked the black cock in front of her.
Mazra crawled forward, also reaching out and grasping Tanska's huge cock. The warmth radiating off of it was inviting. She began to slowly stroke it, her hand meeting Ellie's rapid jerking, ocassionally. She moved her hand downward, towards where a pair of testicles should be, but was instead greeted by Tanska's dripping slit. "You still have a pussy!" Mazra exclaimed.
"So, I do," Tanksa replied, chuckling. Mazra inserted two fingers into the wet entrance, as Ellie began to lick up and down the thick, black length in front of her. "Oh, yes!" Tanksa moaned, gripping the back of Ellie's head, urging her to do more. The gnome licked from the base of the cock all the way back up to the tip of the foreskin that covered the head of Tanska's cock, before plunging her face down, sucking the cock into her mouth. The little woman had difficulty stretching her mouth around the thick, black cock, but managed to get around three inches of it into her mouth before she began to gag. "Mmm, yes! Just like that, Elora!" Tanksa wailed, as the small woman eagerly slurped up her cock, her pigtails flapping about, drool running down her face and onto her perky tits, her efforts being rewarded with the occasional spurt of precum.
Mazra removed her fingers from the pink entrance, replacing them with her tongue. She licked up and down Tanska's dark slit, as juices trickled out and into the orc's hungry mouth. She happily gulped down as much girlcum as she could, some of it dripping out and running down her face. She reached behind her head, and gripped the fat cock, jerking it in places the Ellie's sucking couldn't reach.
"Aw, fuck!" Tanska shouted. "I'm gonna cum!" And that was all the warning the two ladies servicing her received before Mazra got sprayed by a stream of the shaman's pussy juice, and Ellie got a large mouthful of hot cum, causing her to choke, and remove the cock from her mouth. The gnome received several more spurts of the pearly, white jizz, each as big as the last, absolutely covering her face and small tits.
"Wow," Ellie said, noisily swallowing her mouthful of cum. "That was awesome!"
"Agreed," Mazra continued, before licking up some of the white slime on Ellie's breasts. "That was definitely one of the more exciting encounters I've had. Please, tell me we can do that some more."
Tanska smiled. "Of course, my friends," she said, undoing the binds on her breasts, letting her medium sized tits bounce freely, and showing the small gold rings that were pierced through her nipples. She walked over to her cabinet full of potions for the third time that evening, and pulled out two more flasks of the wonderful potion she had already used on herself. "Why don't the two of you experience the effects for yourself? Don't worry, the effects are only temporary," She offered the two potions to her guests, both of whom eagerly took them and downed the contents.
Mazra and Ellie felt a pleasurable tingle spread throughout their bodies, which slowly became more focused on their crotches, before their clits swelled and morphed into proportionally large cocks. Ellie's four inch length began to drool pre almost as soon as it formed, while Mazra's grew to be about as long as Tanska's, but noticeably thicker. Both reached down and grasped their new appendages, moaning from the unfamiliar and pleasurable sensations they were now experiencing. "I never thought," Ellie gasped. "That having a cock would feel this good."
Tanska smiled, letting her guests get familiar with their new equipment. She could patiently wait before letting them fuck her into a stupor. Just thinking about it made her begin to stroke her softening cock. Oh, yes, this was definitely going to be a night to remember.
After a few moments of exploring her body, Mazra knelt down, embracing Ellie. She began to lick up some of Tanska's cooling cum that remained on the small woman's body, before drawing the gnome in for a kiss, pushing some of the jizz into her mouth, which Ellie graciously accepted. During the kiss, Mazra reached down and grasped Ellie's throbbing length, and began to slowly stroke it. While it was barely the width of her palm, it was still quite large, as far as gnomes go. Ellie moaned into the sperm filled kiss, enticing Mazra to stroke a little faster, rewarding the orc with more slick precum.
Mazra then let go of Ellie's cock, getting on her stomach, and sucking the small girlcock into her mouth, and eagerly bobbing her head up and down on the length. Ellie screamed with pleasure, grabbing hold on the orc's dark hair, forcing her to suck deeper and faster, which Mazra happily accepted. Mazra reached up, and stuck two green fingers inside of Ellie's dripping snatch, rapidly pumping them in and out, increasing the volume of the gnome's lusty screams..
"Shit," Ellie said through gritted teeth. "I'm not gonna last much longer. I'm gonna- oh, fuck- I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna cum right down your fucking throat!" A geyser of warm pussy juice sprayed out of Ellie's tight cunt, soaking Mazra's hand, while hot, gooey cum exploded from Ellie's small cock. Mazra greedily gulped it all down, not letting a single drop get past her lips.
Mazra gasped as she pulled the cock out of her mouth. "My turn," she said, smiling up at Ellie. Standing up she pressed her cock into the smaller woman's chest. "Well?" she coaxed, prodding Ellie with her thick dick. Getting the message, Ellie slid the thick, green cock between her tits, rubbing them up and down the length. While Ellie was certainly busty for her size, her boobs could barely wrap halfway around the orc's massive penis. What she lacked in size, however, she more than made up for in technique. She varied the speeds of her titfuck, suckled on Mazra's foreskin, and occasionally slipped her tongue inside to play with the head.
Tanska watched her guests' display, pumping a hand up and down her throbbing length, while stuffing four fingers inside her hungry snatch. Pulling her hand out of her gaping pussy, she used it to jerk her cock, her slick girlcum providing the excellent lubricant. Sticking a finger through one of her nipple rings, she gently tugged on it, moaning at the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain. She bit her lip at the incredible feeling, as well as the show she was enjoying. Pre was continuously leaking from her cock. Wiping some up with a finger, sucked it into her mouth, savoring her own flavor.
Mazra grunted as she reached her own orgasm, cum erupting from her cock, returning Ellie to a sticky, white mess. Her girlcum splashed down around her thighs and onto the floor. The orc panted, heavily, before kneeling down, and beginning to lick the cum off Ellie's chest and face, stopping from time to time to draw Ellie into a kiss, sharing her cum, which the gnome greedily swallowed.
"I trust you two are enjoying yourselves?" Tanska inquired, reminding the two of just where they were, and that they had spent the last few minutes ignoring their host.
"Definitely," Mazra replied, smirking, and giving her new cock a few strokes. Ellie nodded in agreement, before scooping up the remaining about of Mazra's sweet load and eating it.
Tanska approached her guests, before kneeling before them, grasping both of their cocks, and beginning to stroke them. "That's good. It is very important that my guests enjoy themselves," she said, moving her head forward, and taking Mazra's thick, green cock into her mouth, and sucking up and down the length, while never ceasing her stroking of Ellie's much smaller cock. Every time Tanska bobbed her head forward, she took more of Mazra's new dick than the last time, working her way to the base. Every time the dark, green glans reached the back of her throat, she gagged, increasing Mazra's pleasure. It wasn't long before Tanska had the entire length down her throat, her nose buried into the orc's crotch, drooling profusely. Sadly, she needed to come up for air, and let out a long sigh as she felt the thick length of meat leave her throat, leaving her feeling empty.
Not forgetting about her smaller guest, Tanska switched cocks, slipping the little penis into her mouth. While Ellie's short length did not fill her throat like Mazra's did, it did allow for a different sort of fun. Sticking her tongue out from the underside of the gnome's small cock, she extended the wet appendage until the very tip could probe Ellie's dripping entrance. Ellie moaned in approval, grabbing a handful of witch's dreadlocks, and hammering her cock as deep into her mouth as possible, causing Tanska to drool and gag around the small length.
While her host continued to fellate her traveling companion, Mazra removed her cock from Tanska's stroking grip, and knelt down beside. She grasped one of the dark tits in front of her, giving it a firm squeeze, and playing with the small, gold hoop. With every tug of her piercing, Tanska let out a pleased squeal. Mazra moved forward, taking the nipple into her mouth, and sucking it. She let her tongue play with the jewelry, eliciting more lustful moans from the dark skinned beauty.
As Mazra played with the nipple, she reached down, and gave Tanska's ass a good, strong slap. Tanska screamed with pleasure around the cock in her mouth, which Mazra responded to by spanking her, again. Over and over she slapped Tanska's amazing butt, leaving it darker than it was.
Removing the nipple from her mouth, Mazra crawled around, and grabbed her host by the hips, pulling her onto all fours. Mazra slapped her thick length on Tanska's ass, watching with joy as flecks of precum splashed onto her ass, the white of the pre contrasting nicely with her dark skin. She slid her cock between Tanska's ass cheeks, grinding her length between the mounds of pillowy flesh. Adjusting her position, the orc slid her dick into Tanska's sopping cunt, and wasted no time humping into her. With every thrust Mazra made, Tanska was driven further down onto Ellie's cock.
"Oh, damn!" Ellie moaned. "Here it comes!" Quickly pulling her length from Tanska's dark lips, she jerked it a few times before her jizz spurted out, painting the witch's face pearly white. Tanska licked up as much of the semen as she could, but was unable to reach most of the cum. That didn't matter to her, though. She reveled in having her face coated in cum.
Mazra flipped Tanska onto her back, continuing to drive her cock as deep inside of the other woman's pussy as possible. Tanska's own massive length flopped around, slapping between the two women's bodies, drops of pre flying everywhere. With a moan, Tanska came, juices spurting out from around Mazra's hammering cock, while her own shot cum all over her stomach, breasts, and face.
Crawling around the fucking couple, Ellie laid down on her stomach, planting her face between Mazra's thick thighs, Extending her tongue, she began to lick up and down the green slit, as Mazra continued to thrust hard into Tanska's snatch. "Come on," she coaxed between licks. "Keep going, baby. Shoot it inside. Paint her insides white. Watch it pour out."
Mazra grunted as her cock began to spasm. White, hot cum errupted from her cock, shooting her load deep inside Tanska. The witch moaned in satisfaction, rejoicing in the feeling of being pumped full of jizz. With a sigh, Mazra pulled out, watching her load spill out onto the floor.
Tanska was on the verge of passing out. Mazra gently picked up the cum covered beauty, and carried her over to the bed, Ellie following close behind. Laying their host down, Mazra and Ellie climbed up onto the bed, getting some of the cooling cum on their own bodies, but were too exhausted to care. "I'll be sure to pack some more of those potions with you before you leave in the morning," Tanska whispered as they all drifted to sleep.
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*Disclaimer:* *Blah, Blah, Blah. I don't own Avatar; James Cameron does. All the Avatar stuff belongs to him. However, my Na'vi character, myself, the Dragon Weyr and its technologies, and the Pandoran animals of my menagerie are all mine. The Protoss - apart from my characters - all belong to Blizzard Entertainment.*
*Pandora's Templar*
A Work-In-Progress Story by Coranth Dehanae
Chapter 12
(Continued from Chapter 11...)
Nodding to her, I replied, "I will." Since there were now far too many animals at the Homestead to feed by myself, after Txe'lan and I had dressed for the day and eaten heart breakfasts, she and I fed the 'core group' of the Menagerie - Falkor, Atreyu, the Pack, Miracle, Beauty, Leaf and Cloud - and then, whilst Txe'lan tended to the Dragon Weyr and performed routine maintenance here and there, I sought out the Second *Tsa'hik* of my Clan, San'eya. She was, fortunately, easy to find; I caught up with her as she was returning to the Homestead from the forest, after having completed her morning communion with *Eywa*. "Tsa'hik San'eya!" I called in Na'vi. At my call, she hurried over to me and as she did so, I noticed that she looked troubled.
When she reached me, San'eya stopped and began to walk beside me as I turned to head back to the Dragon Weyr. "Srane, ma Olo'eyktan?" she asked. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, I swallowed to moisten my suddenly dry throat, and then I began to speak, "Ma tsmuken, I must speak with you regarding a... a spiritual matter" I began."I believe that Eywa may have contacted me last night as I slept, perhaps to warn me of something, for I did not sleep well ..." "...You were troubled with night terrors," she finished. At this, I stopped, and turned my head about to look at her. "They have afflicted you as well, Tsa'hik?" I asked, both surprised and concerned by this turn of events.
My Clan's *Tsa'hik* of *Eywa* nodded, a shiver coursing through her body. Inhaling, she opened her mouth to continue speaking, but then - as she saw various other members of my Clan exiting their *thípis* to begin the day - with a shake of her head, she said, "We shall speak no more of this until we are inside Txra'kon We'er." That was that; San'eya and I returned swiftly to the Dragon Weyr and then - once we were back within the safety of the Weyrheart - I sat down with her upon the Great Fleece Pile and told her everything. I told her of the mutilated Palulukan discovered by Master Hunter Oo'ano, of the 'corrupted' Na'vi tissue sample now stored within the Lab, and of the monstrous visions I had seen within my dreams.
By the time I finished my explanation, San'eya was looking at me with an expression that I had never before seen upon her face: sheer *terror*. She was visibly *trembling*, the normally-cyan skin of her face sky-pale from lack of blood. "San'eya" I asked, resting a hand upon her shoulder in concern, "ngaru lu fpom srak?" At my question, slowly, she shook her head. "Kehe, Txa'vit, I am not well," she answered, gravely. "The night terrors you experienced last night - and the visions that Eywa showed me this morn when I communed with her - were a warning. The Clan is in terrible danger, Txa'vit, for a Time of Great Sorrow approaches, but the danger may yet be averted. Please, ma Olo'eyktan, gather the Clan and bring them to swotu unil, for there is a story that I must tell you all."
I nodded to her, and then with all haste, dropped into a light meditative trance in order to send out a psychic call. My efforts, however, were gently rebuffed for the Dragon Weyr was quicker! Already at a state of *alertness* due to San'eya's own frightened condition, via its partially psionic and partially technological Communications Transceiver, the Weyr issued a *powerful* psychic call throughout the Homestead and its surrounding lands to the entirety of Clan Tawkami! As the powerful call - feelings of *danger* and the compulsion to *come to Txra'kon We'er* - swept through her, San'eya looked around frantically for a moment, before she turned back to me and asked, "Txa'vit... What, in Eywa's name, was *that*?"
Blowing out a gusty sigh, I thought to myself privately, 'Ooh boy... that call was a *bit* more than was needed. Something tells me we didn't just summon Clan Tawkami...' Aloud I answered, " *That,* ma Tsmuken, was Txra'kon We'er calling the Clan." As I spoke, from out of the Transport Alcove they came in groups of five, ten, and twenty with their animal companions - the whole of Clan Tawkami - with spear, bow, hammer and axe unsheathed and ready for combat! Once all were present and accounted for, Lompor swiftly approached me and said, "We felt the Call of Txra'kon We'er, ma Olo'eyktan. What danger comes before us?" As he spoke, a feeling of *sheepishness* from the Dragon Weyr filled my thoughts, and for a moment, I rested my head in my hands. 'Next time, my friend, could you *please* try not to "cry Nantang"?' I thought.
As the Dragon Weyr's *affirmation* and *sorrow* filled my thoughts I raised my head to address the Clan. "Ma 'Olo, ma 'olo please, put away your weapons; we aren't in danger yet..." I said. As hand weapons were sheathed once more, spears and bows returned to backs, and animals soothed and settled, I continued, "...but we may be soon, for a Time of Great Sorrow comes! Join me, ma 'olo, at Txra'kon We'er's swotu unil; Tsa'hik San'eya has something that she wishes for us all to hear." The Clan responded to this with nodding of heads and murmurs of assent and curiosity. Could what the Tsa'hik was going to say have something to do with why Txra'kon We'er had called them? And so it was that we all made our way to the Dragon Weyr's Psiodeck and gathered about a *huge* *mreki u'lito* amidst a Forest of Trees of Voices.
Once we and all our animal friends were settled, for a moment there was silence in that pocket universe - save for the sound of the bioluminescent trees swaying in the breeze around us - as San'eya, *Tsa'hik* of *Eywa*, gathered her thoughts. Then, she inhaled deeply, before she began to tell an eerie and unsettling tale. "Long, long ago, before the coming of the First Toruk Makto, and even before the People lived as the Clans we know today" she began, "there existed a loose group of the People that were... different." At this Lompor raised a hand, and Tsa'hik San'eya turned to regard him steadily. "Forgive me, Tsa'hik, but... different? In what way were these People different from the Clans of today?" he asked. Tsa'hik San'eya continued to regard my student for a moment and then finally, she replied, "They did not serve Eywa."
The Clan's reaction to her statement was one of sheer disbelief - murmurs of denial, voices of protest, and gasps of horror spread throughout the assembled people of my Clan. A group of the People who did not serve Eywa? This... this was utterly *inconceivable!* Although traditions of worship and ceremony often differed among the Clans, *all* of the People served *Eywa*... didn't they? Soon, I called for silence. "Fnu, rutxe, frapo. Fnu, rutxe!" When the Clan settled, Tsa'hik San'eya continued. "Yes, ma Olo', this group of the People did not serve Eywa. In fact, they *rejected* her ways and her guidance, utterly! They were violent and savage; they slaughtered and murdered others of the People at their whim and committed acts of savagery that the People today have no names for!*
*Perhaps it was their nature that did it - or perhaps Eywa herself cursed them for their deeds - but soon, this group of the People *changed* ; their bodies became hideously twisted and deformed, their skin became as white as the stars, and their eyes turned as red as blood! Not even Eywa's curse could make them cease their savage ways, however; instead they reveled in their new twisted forms, using them to commit ever more vile acts of terror and bloodshed. These People became known as 'They who could not See.' Thus they remained, and the rivers of kifkey Eywa'evengä ran red with the blood spilt as a result of their terrible deeds. This was the first Time of Sorrow.*
*It would have remained such forever, but Eywa - in her infinite wisdom - wove from the Land and then sent into the Sky the mightiest of her Children to fight 'They who could not See': the first Toruk. Then, from among the good People who still lived despite the actions of 'They who could not see', she called upon the mightiest of warriors to ride the great beast. That warrior became the first Toruk Makto! Toruk Makto formed the People into Clans and then together, he and the new Clans of the People united to drive away, 'They who could not See', deep beneath the ground of kifkey Eywa'evengä, where they could never commit violence again, except upon each other." At this, the Clan broke out into applause, whooping, hollering, and cheers!
Txe'lan and I turned to look at each other and smile. 'I'm a sucker for happy endings,' I thought, 'but this story isn't over yet...' I was right. Once again I called for silence, and then, when the Clan again settled, *Tsa'hik* San'eya concluded the story. "So feared and reviled were They that they were never given names or recorded in any Songs of Today; Eywa chose to let Her Children forget that They ever existed, allowing only a few select Tsa'hiks of the People to remember 'They who could not See', as a warning, if they ever chose to return." With Tsa'hik Sen'aya's story concluded, the Clan offered her their thanks. Many stood in preparation to leave and return to their duties, but I bade them stay.
Once all were again seated about the *mreki u'lito*, Lompor spoke up. "You have told us a fine story, Tsa'hik, but why tell us this tale?" he asked. "Surely 'They who cannot see' are a legend..." As he made to continue, Tsa'hik San'eya silenced him with a *look* before she snapped, "'They who cannot see' are more than a legend, you skxawng; they are very, very real! Olo'eyktan Txa'vit and I have witnessed Signs of Their return!" At that, the shit hit the fan; a cacophony of *noise* exploded throughout the Psiodeck as every member of Clan Tawkami tried to talk over each other, their moods reflected by their animal companions whom added their own distressed voices to the din!
"Ma 'Olo!" I called, trying to restore order. "Ma 'Olo, rutxe lu mawey!" No one, however, could hear my voice above the din, and so - adding a large amount of psionic power unto my voice, I called "FRAPO FNU!" When all had calmed down, and had soothed their animal companions Tsa'hik San'eya shot me a relieved look as she said, "Irayo, Olo'eyktan!" Then, she continued, addressing all. "'They who do not see' always attack Eywa's animal Children first and Txa'vit saw this when he journeyed with Master Hunter Oo'ano to examine - and then return to Eywa - the defiled body of a slain Palulukan! Our Olo'eyktan also has a piece of flesh from one of Them right here in Txra'kon We'er, which he is examining in order to find Their weakness!"
At this falsehood, I snapped my head around to look at her, startled! 'What?' I thought, incredulous. 'I'm not doing that, at all; I'm simply trying to find out what I can about them due to sheer curiosity!' Before I could voice a protest at her lie, however, she waved me off; a gesture that clearly said, "Play along for now." Therefore, with a heavy sigh, I held my tongue as she continued, "Finally, both Txa'vit and I have received warnings from Eywa; dreams and visions in which we have Seen them! I believe 'They who cannot see' have returned!" At Tsa'hik San'eya's last statement, a wave of agitation swept through the Clan. Na'vi men and women talked, gossiped and debated with each other over what was to be done to safeguard the Clan and the Homestead against the potential threat from 'They who could not see.'
Some among the Clan wondered whether the warnings and signs had been misread. Others desired action; that we should actively *search* for these 'different', savage Na'vi and hunt them down before they could become a threat. Others, still, opted that the Clan should remain vigilant at the Homestead and wait for real confirmation of the threat before deciding what was to be done. A verdict on what to do could not be reached. Finally, one of the Clan's warriors spoke up. "What then, is to be done, Olo'eyktan?" he asked. Having listened to and weighed the opinions of my Clan members carefully, I thought long and hard about his question before answering. "We know very little at this point, ma Tsmukan" I intoned softly.
"We have only the Signs - the dead Palulukan and Eywa's warnings. We do not know when, or even if, 'they who cannot see' will attack us at all.*Therefore, until we *do* know what will happen, our lives will continue as normal. But... I will ask Txra'kon We'er to use its pxay aynari to watch over our land carefully, and I would ask you all to do the same. Whenever you are out in the forests, hunting, foraging, and gathering, be watchful. Be vigilant. If you see *anything* strange or unusual - anything at all - you are to report it to me, or Tsa'hiks San'eya and Txe'lan immediately! Do you understand, ma 'Olo?" The response to my question was immediate; an almost unanimous nodding of heads and various cries of"Srane, Olo'eyktan!"
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Pandora's Templar - Chapter 12 by Coranth
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Sorority Cows 4: Ceremonial Milking
“Are you ready for tonight?” The dark cow made a few last-minute adjustments to the cream-colored robe.
“I think so? Is my tail okay?”
“Yeah, it’s good.” Erika gave her a playful whack on the bottom.
Chrissy jumped slightly at the strike. “Why am I nervous? I mean it’s not like we don’t do this every year.”
Erika shrugged. “Maybe because you were brought in after the rest of us freshman year and didn’t have to go through the milking ceremony?”
“Yeah, but I changed in front of everyone.” Chrissy shifted her robe trying to let her udder move freely rather than getting bunched up with the fabric.
“Everyone does. It’s tradition now. But you got changed separately. You didn’t get the all the pageantry.” Erika bit a loose piece of thread off the hem of her sleeve.
“Do you think Holly is ready for us yet?”
“Should be almost time.” Erika looked at the clock on the wall, one of the few antiques that actually dated back to the founding of the Sorority. “Almost.” She commented.
Chrissy nodded and sat down to wait, her udder already feeling taut and full. Not milking for two days was starting to hurt. In the corner she could see Erika’s black and white mottled tail swishing in impatience.
Downstairs the main dining hall had been cleared of everything, only a small podium and two small tables covered in candles filled the room. A single figure in a cream robe with white edges intoned the ritual welcome and the history of the sorority. The figures, all nude women, sat on their knees before her, attention rapt upon the words even as some shyly covered their exposed breasts.
Around the room a dozen more figures in cream robes stood silently. Expectantly. “And now, you know the Sisters of Mu Omicron Omicron, and I ask to you. Do you give yourselves to the sisterhood? To be blessed with our gifts? To be forever one of the few?”
Silence settled for only a moment until the six pledges murmured their accent.
The figure lifted from the lectern a heavy bell. She intoned it three times. Each time letting it ring and then fall silent. “Know then than we welcome you to our sisterhood, and we bid you now, come and drink.” With that she stepped out and in front of the centermost girl, momentarily joined by the sweeping robes of five of her fellow seniors as they swept in from the side rooms, three to her left, and two to her right. Holly smiled. Tonight, she would preside over what would be the crowning moment of her role as head of the sorority.
In unison each of the robed figures lifted their robes, heavy udders flopping out in front of the shocked faces of the pledges. At first there was hesitation, but Holly had chosen her target well. She was the first to reach out, gently, placing a hand on Holly’s udder. Her fingers caressing the soft skin, slowly working her way to the long teats. Holly’s tail lashed excitedly. Like her fellow seniors she was bursting with milk and she desperately wanted to be suckled.
A moment later she felt the warm wetness of the pledge’s mouth cover the first of her teats. The first gentle suckles. Milk spurting down the surprised throat of her pledge. After an initial gasp and widened eyes, the younger woman settled into the rhythmic pattern that the magic demanded this night.
Beside her Chrissy felt her pledge follow her new sister’s lead. This young woman was of Asian descent, her small fingers wrapping around the thick teats of Chrissy’s udder with care. She wasn’t as initially eager as some others, but Chrissy nearly orgasmed as she felt her milk begin to flow.
Around her each pledge was now suckling. The magic, normally subtle, was rising now. The hairs on the tips of their tails reminding them of its power. Each lost in their own thoughts as they welcomed the newest bevy of bovine babes to their sisterhood. Though they welcomed the rising feeling of warmth in their body.
Slowly each pledge began her change. Some faster, some slower. Already nude, the candles only served to make the glimpses more appealing. Slowly each woman would shift, her hips widening to make room for her new udder. Small horns would begin to peak from their hair. The blonde in front of Holly was quickly sporting an unusually large and impressive pair. Ears would flop outward, fluffy and soft.
Their hips would rock back as their tails slowly shifted and grew outward, each bursting forth in a puff of hair that matched that on their heads. The udders grew slowly at first, only visible if you knew what to look for. But each woman being suckled knew that sensation. That slow pressure above the groin, first popping out like tiny bumps, but swelling more and more. In just a few minutes an udder, complete with four luxurious teats would fill their laps. But the magic made sure it wasn’t done. Breasts swelled too, and each of them could feel the swelling of their vulvas as they grew larger, lewder, and decidedly wetter as the hormones raced through them.
Slowly each new pledge released her sponsor’s teat, licked her lips, and waited.
“Welcome my newest sisters.” Holly intoned. A murmur of welcomes followed from the assembled sisters.
Each new cow was lost in her heat now. The hormones that drove all of them to extreme horniness were the most powerful this night. The smell of sex and musk was in the air. Milk dribbled from breasts and udders alike as all of them felt the rush of the magic that settled on the new pledges with the ancient curse. Fingers crept under robes. Two of the pledges were already kneading their new udders wantonly.
One by one the sisters of Mu Omicron Omicron removed their robes, standing in their own nude glory with the pledges. Slick trails of moisture running down thighs gleamed in the dim candle light as they paired off seeking to take the edge off their magically induced lust. Each woman’s heat rose, and inhibitions fled.
Chrissy gently knelt down to her new sister. Her udder pressing against her thighs. She took the new cow’s hand and helped her to her feet, examining the woman, her golden skin offset nicely by the dark black of her ears and tail. Her udder was small, not unsurprising given she was small breasted when she came in, but sometimes the magic surprised.
She led the nervous woman to a couch. She didn’t speak, just put her finger to the woman’s lips and knelt down. Slowly she caressed the new udder, letting it sit warm in her hands as she bent her own head to suckle at the first of the woman’s new milk. The gasp was audible as the smaller woman felt her teats release the first streams of precious creamy fluid.
The smell of the new cow’s sex was pungent in Chrissy’s nose now. The woman squirmed at each new suckling sensation. Slowly Chrissy slid her fingers under the udder. Reaching the thick folds, so much like her own now, she gently pressed them wide, letting her fingers caress the woman’s clit. She was rewarded by a shudder and a shill cry as the woman reached orgasm. Around her similar cries were occurring as each woman was brought to orgasm after orgasm to both cement the changes, and bring her to accept them.
Within minutes she’d pressed the woman over the back of the chair and pressed her face into the damp folds, licking and sucking, letting the woman’s moans and cries guide her until she reached orgasmic exhaustion. Chrissy gathered up her new charge in her arms, and helped her to her new room. Slowly she kissed the new cow on the forehead and tucked her hair around her new ears and horns. She even tucked in the woman’s tail.
It was only then that she heard the voice of her new sister. “This really just happened, didn’t it? I’m a cow now, aren’t I?”
“Yes, and you’re a lovely cow.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled sleepily, and with that the newest member of the sorority drifted off into an exhausted dreamless slumber.
Chrissy turned off the light, looked back at her charge once more, and went downstairs to help the others clean up and restore the dining room to its proper configuration.
The next morning broke bright and clear, the august sun beaming bright and warm. The six newest sisters slowly made their way into the dining hall for a much-needed breakfast and a chance to really meet and get to know the women who were now their sorority sisters. Their new tails swishing sexily behind them.
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*Date...date...date...date...*
"And here, 4 dollars and five cents, and your receipt, ma'am."
"Thank you, dear boy."
*Date...*
"You're most welcome, ma'am, hope you will visit us again soon."
"Good day to you too."
I watched the middle-aged mare disappear into the street outside and realized that I hadn't closed the cash register yet. I shook my head and snuffled and pushed on the till to close it, and then yawned, quickly, into my paw while pretending to scratch my muzzle.
"Sleepless night again, muffin?" a voice purred from somewhere beyond.
I tipped my head to the side and spied a very curious-looking Marge giving me the eyes, her tail looping around behind her and threatening the structural integrity of the pile of gift boxes we had behind the counter.
"Huh?"
The cougar smirked and chuckled.
"You're even more zombie than usual and it's almost nine am already," Marge winked. "Thought that maybe you've stayed up late again."
"No later than usual," I tried to defend myself, flicking her ankles with my fun, thick tail. "I didn't go out or anything."
Not that she needed to know ever if I went out or not. Or that I might have stayed up on Facebook a little to chat with Victor and Peter. Or that I kept thinking about the date...my man date. GAY date.
"Nah, you don't smell like going out," Marge snuffled audibly.
My ears flicked curiously.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Xanthomax isn't so good in getting rid of all scents, but you definitely only smell of Rory."
My ears dropped briefly at the thought of Marge spying my scent, but at least I had the good grace to smirk.
"Since when did you know what shampoo I use?" I challenged her a little, my tail swishing slowly.
"Since always!" the cougar beamed.
A bear ambled over to the counter and chose Marge as his humble servant, thus leaving me to man my own cash register while staring at the wall ahead of me and wondering about Dobie dates in the near future. I was all poised for it tomorrow, I definitely was ready to meet the mysterious Dobie again, face to face, guy to guy...well, yeah, that was the picture... a fun picture that was, too!
So yeah, maybe I was freaking out a little bit at the prospect of a date, even after a few late evening chats with Victor, trying to get to know the Dobie a little bit more before the hugely anticipated DATE that was...
*TOMORROW!*
My tail made a number eight behind my nice lion butt while I contemplated the prospect of a fun date. It was still quiet in the job, it being only nine a.m. in the morning, and there definitely was not a crowd outside waiting in line for the Lord Mistwillow thing. Well, notwithstanding a certain frat wolf who had been hyper all morning, arranging posters, cardboard cututs of Caledon Rocks characters, chairs, special felt-tipped pens for signing books and a huge pile of *Justice of Helios* books on a special 12% discount FOR THIS DAY ONLY! I couldn't see what was going on in the downstairs area at the moment, but I suspected that the surprisingly non-armour-wearing Mason was likely making sure that the backup backup signing pen was in a working order. I had also seen a suspiciously thick pile of well-worn Caledon Rocks books in the locker room bench and suspected that the wolf was planning to get the best out of the author visit. At least he was happy.
Crystal walked past the counter, carrying a pile of haematology books for the MEDICAL TEXTBOOKS section, and flashed me a smile. I gave her an ear flick in return and leaned on the counter, wondering whether tomorrow could feel even slower than this day did, with me waiting for my DATE! DATE! DATE!
Oh well, at least there were customers to keep me distracted, at least on occasion. Even now a leopard wearing a somewhat ill-fitting purple business suit kind of a ladies' no-nonsense outfit was standing in front of me, looking curious and probably wanting to buy a Harlequin paperback. Or maybe a book about business law.
"Good morning," I pulled myself out of the land of Victor Holden Date dreams and put on my happyhappy face. "How may I help you?"
"You could start by telling me who's in charge here," the leopard drawled at me, her voice deep and purring.
Oh shit...reclamation...I was sure it was a reclamation. Furs came over unhappy with their gift books all the time wanting refunds for books their friends or relatives didn't like, or the recipients themselves came over demanding their books to be changed. Of course they came in without a receipt. It was always so much fun alright.
"You probably want to talk to the manager, that'd be Marge...uh, Ms. Pitt, please, she's here," I waved a paw towards the cougar standing next to me who was still serving the oddly verbose bear who seemed to be asking for books about swivel chairs.
"Ahh...," the leopard gave me a suspicious look before she gave Marge a suspicious look.
"Anything I can help you with, ma'am?" I persevered in my good deeds for now.
She reached out with her paw, her stern eyes on me while she drawled again.
"Guadeloupe Lopez, of the Lopez Agency," she spoke, waving her outstretched paw.
I took her little paw and gave it a quick squeeze.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lopez."
"Miss," she purred, "I represent Lord Mistwillow, I'm here about the book signing."
My ears flicked and I nodded.
"Ahhhh...," I rumbled," ohh, right."
"I really should talk with the manager," the leopard replied dismissively.
"I see."
Marge finally managed to send the talkative bear on his way and turned to look at me and the leopard, smiling.
"Hello," she greeted, her ears flicking.
The purple leopard pushed out her paw for Marge to squeeze.
"Guadeloupe Lopez of the Lopez Agency, I'm here for Lord Mistwillow," she spoke as soon as their fingertips touched briefly.
Marge's eyes lit up and she smiled.
"Marge Pitt, I think we've talked on the phone before?" the cougar smiled.
"Perhaps," the pushy leopard replied, her eyes moving around the shop floor slowly. "I assume everything is ready?"
"Oh yes!" Marge exclaimed, her tail looping about happily. "I've got my junior assistant manager in charge of all the preparations and we've all things ready!"
"Good," the leopard didn't sound too impressed. "And I hope that you have the required space for him outside the shop floor, as we agreed?"
"Our staff room is at his full disposal," Marge defended our preparations with a sharp look upon the leopard.
"Good, he can't just hang around the shop all the time now can he?" the leopard didn't sound too amused. "Well, if that really is set, I better get him."
"He's here?" Marge's ears jumped.
Well, even my perked a little at the idea of at least semi-famous someone being in the vicinity.
"Out in the car," the leopard huffed. "Not like the Lord Mistwillow can just walk into places now can he?"
"Uh...I guess not," even Marge was speechless for a little moment, before she nodded.
"We'll be here in one minute," the leopard Lopez declared before turning on her high heels and disappearing out to the street.
I gave Marge a look and shrugged.
"Too much coffee, I hope," she hoped.
"I hope so too," I shook my head a little.
"Think she's going to be around all the time that guy's here?" Marge whispered.
"I don't know...," I scratched my scratchy muzzle. "I wonder if I should warn Mason..."
Marge chuckled, making her whiskers wobble.
"Nahhhhhhhhh," she purred.
A couple of happily chattering foxes entered the shop while we watched, curious and eager while we kept vigil on the door, and they were followed by a wolf girl, and a black Lab. This sudden influx of customers passed our counter in a single faceless throng while we only had eyes for the door which we expected to open at any moment and reveal the mysterious face behind the books Mason got so geektastic over.
Next arrival was the leopard, standing by the door in a clearly bodyguardish pose while she held the door open for a tiger wearing a green coat, and who had eyeglasses. He looked like...well, like nothing, really, just a bespectacled tiger, a bit taller than the purple-clad leopard, and he had stuffed his paws into his coat pockets. He looked around the shop with a slightly bemused look, gave a little smile, and looked over to the counter. The busy leopard was quick to move over to his side, staying practically shoulder to shoulder.
"Would either of you show me the way to the staff area, please?" Lopez snapped at us.
"Good morning, " the tiger spoke quickly and smiled for us two.
Marge was just...kind of staring at the tiger, not sure what to make out of this who was presumably the mythical Lord Mistwillow...and he wasn't wearing medieval dress, or carrying a sword. I wouldn't have spotted him on the street.
"I'll be happy to," I spoke quickly and gave a big Rory happyhappy smile, passing behind Marge to get out of the cattle pen that was the service counter.
"Thank you, " the tiger replied, giving me a nod.
"You're welcome, " I spoke quickly, leading the pair to the stairs leading to the old books section.
I spotted Mason standing behind the table he had hauled in to a convenient corner of the downstairs section, adorned with the familiar Sir Wilbur and Princess Catalina cardboard fantasy characters and giant posters plastered on the walls and publicizing The Justice of Helios. His tail was swaying slowly about as he re-arranged the glass and pitcher on the table, and once again I smirked at the black T-shirt he was wearing, the one that had a valiant knight pictured on it, along with the text " *I'm With Aydrian* ". At least he didn't have the chainmail on again, I observed wryly as we went down the stairs, me trailed by the leopard and the tiger.
Then he saw us, and Mason almost pushed the pitcher over, something that would have destroyed the carefully arranged pile of Lord Mistwillow fan photos on the table covered with a purple fantasy cloth. His ears were flicking at 100 flicks per minute and his tail wagged, and he just...stood there, otherwise immobile.
I gave the wolf a quick wink as we walked past his spot and entered the coolness of the back room, greeted by the clatter of the metallic grate stairs under our footpaws. I could hear a small "tsk" from Lopez at the sight of the messy coffee corner and the endless books in steel shelves, but at least the Mistwillow fellow didn't react too badly. He didn't react much at all, really, just followed us around.
"Maybe you'd like some coffee?" I tried, turning to face the duo.
"If you can get me a double d-caf frappuchino, I'll say yes, if you can't get me one, I'm going to say no," Lopez's tail swished like a whip behind her as she observed the dirty mugs and the 1980's leather couch.
"I wouldn't mind a coffee, thank you," the tiger spoke from the leopard's side, his own tail making a more languid motion behind him while he stood there, his paws still held in his coat pockets.
"Sure," I smiled and headed towards what we referred to as the kitchen, though the combination of an electric kettle, a microwave oven, sink and a small fridge hardly was good enough for some heavy duty gourmet cooking. "Just...uhhh...sit wherever you like, it'll be right up."
Ms. Lopez leopard didn't move a muscle, but the tiger flopped down onto the chair Mason frequented, as spied by me from the corner of my eye while I put fresh water into the electric kettle and rummaged the cabinet for clean mugs. I wondered how Mason would react to the knowledge of one of his idols sitting in his chair, just like that. I was also pretty surprised that he hadn't already slinked down here, on some pretence, maybe, to get a really good ogle at his idol. Hahah, he was probably already chattering to that lynx Haakon on the phone, sharing first impressions.
"I always wondered how it was like working in a bookstore," the tiger rumbled after the quiet lull in the storage backroom seemed to stretch too long.
I turned to face the room again, my tail flicking as I tried to fight the urge to lean on the kitchen counter the way I sometimes did back up on the shop floor.
"Just like any retail, I guess," I rubbed my chin, trying to figure out something interesting or smart to say to the so-called esteemed visitor.
The electric kettle thrummed.
"I used to work on a Wal-Mart when I studied" the tiger mused. "Long hours."
I still didn't even know what to call the guy. Should I call him "sir", maybe, since he was a famous writer? Well, at least famous enough to be listed in Wikipedia, I suppose that was one way to define famous. Lord? My Lord? No, he didn't look too much like a Lord, too...mild-mannered, I suppose. Mistwillow?
Would you like to have sugar with your coffee, Mistwillow?
It was probably a pen name anyway, I decided, and kept on being vague about nomenclature.
"Yeah, they do like to push the temps hard," I tried to sound really empathic.
Ms. Lopez was studying her red-dyed claws with keen interest, blocking the two of us out of her consciousness while she brooded, disinterested and without frappuchino.
"Well, uh, we're very happy to have you over," I took another go at small talk with the quiet tiger.
The Mistwillow-someone gave me a look through his thin-rimmed glasses, followed by a little smile.
"Always glad to do these things," the tiger stroked his chin, slowly. "It's good for the kids."
I thought about the big kid going crazy upstairs, and smiled.
"I'm sure they're all going to be very excited," I replied with a grin.
"Hopefully it's going to be better than the last," the leopard observed.
The tiger flicked his tail and snuffled, thumbing over his chin again.
"It was just a small place, Ms. Lopez."
"We only had fourteen furs showing up!" the leopard flexed her screaming red claws threateningly.
"You forgot to put the date up to the webpage early enough for the word to pass maw to maw," the tiger sounded almost bored as tried to reason with Ms. Lopez.
Funny that he mentioned a date...
Crap, that's bad!
I shook my head quickly and busied myself with the coffeemaking for a few precious moments before I was ready to serve a mugful of hot Folger's for the seated tiger. He accepted my offer with a small smile, and I gave him a smile, and sat down to the couch to sip my own coffee in peace, considering that now that I was charged with keeping the writer and his agent happy, I might as well kick back and let the girls take care of the floor for now.
That Ms. Lopez kept flexing her claws and she paced a little, walking around the storage room, her tail flicking severely behind her. The tiger seemed quite happy with his coffee, though, rather taking a quiet sip and just being in his peace. Maybe he was thinking about the next Caledon Rocks book...whatever that'd be called. *The Mystical Magic of Sir Tacrolimus* ?
*The Infamous Butt of Sir Victor Holdenius?*
I almost expected the tiger to pull out a small notebook from his coat pocket and start writing rabid notes onto it with a really scribbled paw and envisioning all sorts of fantastic things on paper, digging deep into the far reaches of his subconscious for inspiration.
I sure hoped that Marge would not get the idea of trying to show her NaNoWriMos to him.
I sipped my coffee and yawned and wished that it'd already be tomorrow.
The door to the back room creaked open, and I saw a glimpse of an eye and about one half of a muzzle before the door was opened fully and a fan shirt-wearing wolf crept down the stairs, almost slow and quiet enough to not be noticed.
Of course, the leopard spotted him almost instantly and gave Mason a glare.
"Yes?" she snapped, causing the wolf to stop on his tracks, and his ears dropped.
"Uhhh..."
"This is Mason, he's in charge of the signing," I smiled and nodded at the newly arrived wolf.
The wolf's tail was tucked between his legs when he took a tentative step forward despite the sharp gaze of the leopard practically slicing him into bits.
The tiger-willow-fellow turned his head to the general direction of the wolf and smiled.
"Good morning."
Mason just gaped.
"Mason here has all your books, and his friend Haakon too is a big fan," I supplied with a cheeky grin,
The tiger's white-tipped eyes flicked.
"How did you like *Helios*, Mason?" the tiger spoke casually. "Hope I wasn't being too rough on Wilbur and Beckett when they had to do what they did. I know the fan reaction's been quite...polarized."
Poor Mason just stood there silently, for a long while, before he spoke, quickly.
"You know...fan reaction?"
"I visit Aydrian's Hut every now and then, yeah," the idolized tiger smiled. "Good to know what the furs are thinking about it, anyway."
Mason tugged on his ear quickly.
"They're really liking it, they really are. Everyone's...uh...they're all wondering about a sequel..."
Awww, he looked so sheepish when he said that, tail tucked between his legs and all.
The tiger, kudos to him, smiled simply.
"Do you think it deserves one...Mason, isn't it?"
His ears jumped up crazily, as if it was the most wondrous thing he ever heard.
"Uhhhh...yeah. There's still a lot that could be written about the Alchemists...like, what happened to the enchanted armchair that holds the spirit stone fragment from Feagemon," the wolf spoke incomprehensibly, but I was quite sure that it made perfect sense to the tiger, who nodded again, over his coffee cup, and smiled broadly.
"Sounds interesting," he replied with a wide smirk.
"Uh, yeah, I guess..."
"Oh!" the leopard exclaimed, staring the wolf down, which was quite the feat since she was a head shorter than he happened to be, "Did you put up the sign that makes sure that we're not giving out free copies of the books?"
My brow rose at the outrageous comment, and I watched Mason carefully when the wolf gathered his wits and spoke again.
"Uh, no, we've never implied that we're gonna give free books to anyone."
"You sure about that?" Ms. Lopez insisted "I don't want to see the same kind of chaos we saw back in...ah..."
"In Chicago," the tiger added.
"Sounds like you've been on the road for a while," I mused.
"For a month now, a new town every other day," the tiger replied. "But this is the end stop for...how long was it, Ms. Lopez?"
The aggressive leopard shrugged.
"A week off and then to West Coast," she waved a paw in the air abstractly. "Twenty spots there."
The tiger snuffled.
"The publisher is spending almost as much as I make on the books on my flight tickets," the Mistwillow chuckled.
The leopard didn't look too happy with the joke, and rumbled decisively unhappily.
"The books are doing fine! They're paying you increased percentile, thanks to me!" the purple brood snarled.
Mason was looking at this all with a strange expression on his face, his eyes flicking between the chattering leopard and the seated tiger. I couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Mason, why don't you go and check if there are any fans already waiting out there?" I suggested with a smile. "It's only, what, twenty minutes until the signing is supposed to begin?"
The wolf gave me a look, flicked an ear and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I..."
He disappeared up the clattering stairs, his tail swaying broadly behind him as he went along.
"You heard the geek," Ms. Lopez made clawing motions in the air in front of her as if she was doing some form of hyper-aggressive tai chi, and glared in a by now familiar way at the calmly coffee-sipping tiger. "Time to get the show rolling, Mistwillow!"
The tiger drank the rest of his coffee in one go and got up, stretching his arms a little.
"I think I'd like to leave my jacket here...where could I put it?"
I blinked.
"Uhh...well, maybe you can just leave it here...this is off-limits, it's for staff only..."
"Yeah, thanks," he was already unzipping.
I wondered idly whether Mason might try to steal the jacket and enshrine it as his private object of Mistwillow worship, but I was cut short when the leopard urged us to move again. I smiled, mildly amused, and followed the swaying-tailed pair upstairs. I had to admit that there were a few furs up on the main floor, mulling about with the telltale sign of a book pressed against their chest that signified their role as an autograph-hunting fan. It was a shame that I didn't see any cloaked figures around., though I caught a few fan T-shirts and one pointed wizard's hat on a little coyote girl's head. Crystal hovered above them all, her tail and ears flicking while she seemed to be holding the mass contained...for now.
"Now that looks okay," I tried with a smile, spotting Mason standing near the desk set up for the tiger, before I turned to face the purple leopard and tried happyhappy Rory again.
"Better than Chicago," Ms. Lopez shook her little head quickly. "And they've got lots of books, good...good..."
"We've got them all up there with special discount," I added quickly. "Special discount on the special edition of the new book with the bonus story."
"Good, good, I want to see the sales figures once we're done," she was already storming towards the signing corner.
I watched the tiger walk calmly towards his destination, clad in a pair of jeans, a green-collared shirt and a knit vest. His tail looped slowly behind him, unhurriedly. Guess this was his daily fare, nothing new, just another day at the office for the professional book-signers, in a sense. I rubbed the back of my neck and smiled quickly, wondering just how many furs might show up. I glanced at the clock and saw that there were still five minutes left before the official start of the signing.
"Heyah!"
My ears perked up at the sound of the familiar voice, and alright...my eyes did widen a little bit at the call addressed at me, along with the sight of that all too familiar butt.
Thanks for reading!
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Backstage by Gruffy
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Just a short story I did for a special some one
I stood in the kitchen pouring myself another cup of coffee. I had been awake early this morning and hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. I smiled as I heard the air around me shift. "Morning." I called out softly.I heard her low chuckle as she wrapped her arms around my waist and gentle kissed my neck, "Nothing escapes you huh?" I shook my head slightly, "Not when it's this early and there are no other sounds, you know my hearing." "I know but I was hoping maybe one of these days I could at least try to surprise you."
I turned and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me and kissing her gently. "Maybe..." I said in between kisses, "you will some day." She smiled enjoying that thought as I let my fingers roam her still naked body. "You know it's dangerous to walking around like this." I commented slowly trailing kisses down her neck to her chest taking one of her nipples into my mouth sucking lightly. "Because we never seem to get anything done..." I continued my decent kissing her flesh as I heard her gasp and her hands go to my shoulders urging me where she wanted me to be.
"Only because..." She had to pause between words to catch her breath as her body shivered enjoying what I was doing to her. "you drive me..." Her fingers tightened as I let out a small breath of air over her core. I took in her scent as I continued to drift down lightly pressing my lips against her bare thighs. As I pulled my fingers up from her ankles up her calves to her thighs letting my hands rest on her waist I looked up, a thrill shooting through me as I saw her eyes softly glazed with hunger. "crazy..."
I smiled and leaned into her letting my tongue make contact with the tender skin around he clit. She shivered and her knees bent slightly, I tightened my grip around her waist and leaned her against the counter before kissing the delicate skin. She drew in a sharp breath, goose bumps covered her skin. I dove my tongue deeper into her lifting one of her legs over my shoulder to have more of her. I teased her core with the tip of my finger making her groan and shift her hips trying to get more. I avoided making direct contact with her clit, not wanting to give her too much just yet.
I heard the frustration in her sighs and groans as I worked slowly, dragging each sensation out of her. I knew when she was edging close to needing to cum as she pleaded, "Baby..." I still hadn't gotten her to outright beg but I knew she needed me, it was clearly laced with her body language as she whispered to me. I could have dragged this out for hours knowing full well we had the time. I could have enjoyed each sweet torturous moment dragging her pleasure out to its breaking point. As I let my mind briefly wander in the possibilities my own needs had grown and were demanding attention.
I moaned and shifted suddenly thrusting three fingers deep inside her and taking her clit into my mouth. I shivered feeling how wet she was, I looked up at her reveling in her tortured expression and explosion of need splayed across her features. I twisted my hand and slowly inched my fist inside her, my own need to fill her completely took over. She gasped and her eyes popped open as she looked down at me. "Shhh, close your eyes and just enjoy the feel of me."
She moaned and closed her eyes letting her head gentle fall back as I curled my fist inside her core. I could feel her stretch to fit me, when she had adjusted I began to gradually pump my fist inside her starting in slow burst and gaining speed and depth before lowering my mouth back on her clit. I had to fight the urge to make her cum right then and there as my own need thundered threw my veins. This time I wanted her to cum hard, I wanted to feel it rip threw her and to hold her up afterwards as she regained herself.
I listened to her moans and felt her gripped tightened and let go as she would get close before I would back her down again. Finally out of nowhere she gripped her hands on either side of my face and lifted my eyes to meet hers, "Please..." The need in her eyes was of so much more than a simply release, she needed me to take care of her to make her cum and to cradle her afterwards as the aftershocks rolled through her, she needed me to hold her and love her as no one else would.
I would have cried, she was so open to me in that moment so vulnerable. I could reach out and touch every corner of her mind, ever shadow. There were no walls in that moment. I nodded slightly and wrapped my arm around her thrusting myself deeper and faster. She gasped and grabbed onto me, both of us latched onto each other as her orgasm approached and thundered violently threw her body. I kept up my pace dragging as much out of her as I could until she had built up another orgasm and I felt as it crashed threw her core clenching tightly around my fist.
I slowed gently before I completely stopped. I reveled in her after shocks holding her up as each one tore threw her. I smiled noticing the soft glow to her skin as she tried to catch her breath leaning part way on the counter and part way on me. I shifted and guided her down to lay completely against me kissing her gently as I held her my fist still buried deeply inside her. "I love you..." She whispered, her voice thick from the pleasure still affecting her. I closed my eyes and kissed the top of her head and squeezed my arms around her. "I love you too..."
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Just for you by shywryter
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Raven's eyes swept the clearing observing the robed figures building the bonfire. Her own robe of lavender velvet accented by purple thread embroidered into a Celtic circle and other Celtic symbols acting as clasps to hold it closed, swirled around her sandaled feet.
As the sacred circle was drawn and the spirits invoked, the drummer and the piper began to play. Raven watched as a breeze moved through the clearing stirring embers within the fire to dance upward toward the star speckled night. The salt smell that filtered into the grove spoke of the sea that was not far away.
Raven made her way to the circle and waited for permission to enter. Only good was invoked and to break the circle was to invite evil in.
As she began to move to the music , chanting softly. Her violet eyes watched her fellow dancers. One dancer seemed to draw her attention. His powerful frame could not be disguised by the emerald green robe he wore. The only thing she could not see was his face.
As the dance picked up to follow the increased beat of the drums, Raven lost herself in the moment. Praising the God's and Goddess' for a good year and praying for a good season. The dancers moved.
Every once in awhile a movement would reveal a bared leg, as the beat picked up and the dancers got more into the rhythm. The priestess called for the final invocation and opened the circle, but the dancers still moved.
Raven's hood fell away and her black hair gleamed in the firelight. Tendrils fell out of the bun she had put it in to tease her neck. The heat from the fire and the exertion as she danced made her reach up and unclasp the button at her throat.
A pair of emerald eyes watched her movement from across the fire. Raven felt his stare from across the blaze. His hood had also fallen back and his chestnut curls were damp at his nape. His robe opened into a vee and Raven saw the light spray of his chest hair.
Raven felt drawn to him and found herself dancing toward him, moving her hips suggestively. Letting her robe part to show her long tanned legs. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue came out to wet them as he smiled at her.
As she got close, Raven liked the way he had chosen a robe to match his eyes because that is why she wore her lavender robe.
He held out his hands and she took them as they matched their rhythm to each other. Raven glanced around and noticed others had paired up. The magic of the night and the Beltaine fire was working on everyone.
He bent his head close and told her his name was Riley and he brought up her hand, turning it palm up he kissed the center.
The heat from his lips scorched her palm and Raven drew in a gasp. If a simple kiss like that burned her, she would be a pile of ash by dawn.
He pulled her in close and she could smell the sandalwood soap he had bathed in. They swayed to the drums, their bodies brushing together. He gathered one of the tendrils of her hair and let it run through his fingers, then reaching up took the pins from her hair.
As her midnight locks fell down her back, his eyes lit up. The ends stopped at just above her knees, ringlets separated to fall into soft waves.
His hand did not stop at taking her hair down it moved down her neck to her breast where he undid another clasp. She felt the breeze blow on her exposed flesh and instead of cooling it , she felt hotter.
Raven felt she should return the favor and reached up to undo one of the clasps on his robe. Her fingers lightly brushed against the wiry softness of his chest hair.
She reached down and took his hand the led him away from the fire toward the grove of trees that surrounded the clearing. As they went she reached down and grabbed the bag she had left at the tree line.
Raven had learned to always be prepared for festival fires, especially the Beltaine fire. She had scoped out the area when she had arrived, wanting to find the perfect spot for after circle activities.
Raven had found a spot close to the water, and it was surrounded by big rocks with a small clearing in the center. As they had walked she had unbuttoned the last clasps on her robe.
When they got into the clearing, she pulled out a blanket out of her bag. And she walked to the center of the clearing . She spread the blanket out and stood up, then let her robe fell to the ground.
The moon was full and cast enough light for him to see all she offered. She stood about 5'6" and her breast were a 36c cup with dusty pink areola and darker pink nipples. His eyes traveled down to take in her small waist that then flared to her hips. In her navel a pearl caught the moon's glow. Her legs were long and slender, as she bent to get a bottle of wine out of her bag, he was gifted with the site of her perfectly rounded bottom.
As she stood and turned toward him, Raven knew she had aroused him because of the tent blossoming from his robe and the gleam in his eyes. She wanted to see him bathed in moonlight and she told him this as she sat down on the blanket.
He turned with his back to her and undid his robe. He let it fall slowly revealing his strong muscular back that tapered into a nice waist. She licked her lips as his perfect ass made its appearance. It was one of those ass's that begged to be squeezed and caressed.
Raven lay back resting on her elbows as he turned and she saw that the hair on his chest spread across both pecs then tapered down his belly to his groin, where jutting out proudly stood his erection. He looked to be about 9-91/2 inches long and just the right size width ,big enough to enjoy but not to choke on. Raven knew she would enjoy sucking his cock.
He knelt on the blanket and Raven remembered the wine she held. She slowly drew out the cork, when it came free, she tilted the bottle back and took a drink letting some of the wine dribble down her chin, to slowly drip toward her upturned nipples.
She passed the bottle to him and he drank, his eyes following the trail the wine made down her chest. He passed it back saying he preferred to drink his wine from her body. She smiled a taking another drink , let more drip down her chest.
She leaned back offering him a drink, he leaned toward her kissing her lips, licking the wine from them. The feel of his tongue licking her lower lip, made Raven melt. She slowly stuck her tongue out to meet his.
Their tongues picked up the dance that they had recently left. Parring and thrusting in each others mouth. Raven drew his tongue in to lightly suck on it, giving him a taste of what she would do to his cock. He returned the sucking action to her tongue and Raven felt her pussy contract and her clit hardened.
As they continued to kiss, their hands weren't idle. Each seemed not to be able to get enough of the other. He broke the kiss to trail baby kisses down her neck, sucking after the trail the wine had made. Light flicking motions of his tongue as he lapped at her skin seemed to ignite sparks within her body.
He had reached one of her hardened nipples and he slowly circled around the nipple, kissing and licking . Raven wanted him to take it into his mouth. She lay back to give him full access but he skirted around it moving across to the other breast. Here he did the same until Raven was panting for need to feel that mouth surrounding her nipples.
He looked up at her, smiled seductively and answered her whimpered request. Slowly he flicked the left nipple and an eruption of lava swept through Raven's blood. He drew the tip into his mouth and sucked on it lightly as his tongue continued to flick it. He sucked more of her tit into his mouth, gradually sucking harder. Raven's hands had found their way to his hair and she pushed him against her, silently pleading for more.
As he pulled away she moaned but he was just beginning as he took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. Raven felt her first orgasm coursing through her body and when he broke the bite and gave the other tit the same treatment, she lay her head back and just let the sensations flood her.
While his mouth worshiped her breast, his hand traveled to the apex of her thighs to find her pretty pussy. Raven spread her legs and his thumb found her pebble hard clit and slowly he rubbed it. And as he bit on her tit, he flicked her clit. Raven moaned and arched her back as she came. His finger found her hole and she rode her climax, he entered her with sure hands, stroking her as he sucked on her tits.
Soon he had two fingers fucking her. Tickling her, just as she crested on her first orgasm. He found her G-spot and tapping a finger against it, set off another wave. By this time Raven was whimpering and bucking her hips, she needed more.
As if sensing her need , he withdrew his fingers. Raven felt bereft and empty but his head was moving down. And as he moved between her legs, Raven opened wider to allow him full access. He spread the lips of her pussy, allowing him a perfect view of her rock hard clit, that looked like a dark pink pearl resting in a lighter pink shell. He told her she had a beautiful pussy and then lowered his head to taste her.
He drew her clit into his mouth, gently teasing it with his tongue. Raven felt little sparks shoot through her body. She raised her hips to his mouth, he sucked on her clit but then his tongue would flick hit hard and he would lick down toward her hole, then back up . As he sucked on her clit , his chin rested on her hole and he would move his chin against it.
Her orgasms were building quicker now and another one was growing. He took her legs and raised them above his head so that her pussy hole was at the right level and began to tongue fuck her. He would withdraw and suck on her hole then lick her clit, take it in his mouth, then lick back down to her hole sucking her sweet cum.
Raven's head was thrown back as her strongest orgasm shook through her. Her body was jerking as if someone had attached strings to her nerves and was pulling them. Little lights were erupting behind her eyelids. She felt plugged in. She felt like she was going to overload on the electric feeling.
He broke contact when he felt her body go stiff then relax. He reached up to her chest to check her breathing. Once he felt her breathing steady, he began to finger her tight pussy. As he entered her, he felt the small contractions as her orgasm rippled through her. She was so wet.
He gently stroked her then he bent to take her clit into his mouth again. As he stroked her with two fingers his pinky teased her asshole, slowly working into it. She moaned as he entered her ass fully with his finger, then her body started to convulse as another orgasm rippled through her.
Raven's mind was mush. She couldn't think, only feel the extreme pleasure his mouth and hands were giving her, but she felt the need to take him in her mouth. She wanted to give him the same pleasure, the same rapture.
When he broke contact with her clit, she moved to let him know she was ready to do something else. She felt so empty as he removed his fingers from her ass and pussy.
She slowly sat up, still feeling a little dizzy and kissed him deeply. The taste of her own juices turned her on, because it had felt so good.
Raven pushed him back as they continued to kiss. He lay prone now. Open to whatever she wanted to do to him. She broke the kiss to rain butterfly kisses down his neck stopping briefly to suck at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. This was one of her favorite places on a man.
After leaving a small love bite, she moved down to his chest, feeling his chest hair tickle her chin. She found one nipple and flicked it with her tongue. The pebble hard nubbin seemed to jump at her tongue. Raven loved the feel of his nipple on her tongue. She licked slow circles around it causing it to stand harder, then she raked her teeth over it gently.
His inhaled breathe told her he liked what she was doing. She nibbled on his tit a little more then moved to the other one. She didn't want it to get lonely. As she played and teased his nipples, his fingers were fanning through her hair.
Raven felt his erection against her chest and rubbed her breast against it. She began kissing down his chest stopping to nip and nibble around his navel. Moving lower still following the trail of dark hair to where his cock stood proudly.
Raven grabbed hold of it to feel the iron shrouded in soft flesh. She rubbed the head, then lowered her lips to it. Her tongue reached out to taste it. She licked it slowly, taking her time. Enjoying the feel of him on her tongue, his salty-spicy taste. Her fingers wandered down to gently knead his balls as she took the head into her mouth.
Raven swirled her tongue around the head then , teasing his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. All the while working her mouth around the head. Taking more of his cock in as her tongue continued to flick and swirl over the head and around.
Halfway down she came back up to the head only to go back down, taking him deeper into her mouth. Sucking on his cock and when she came back to the head , she sucked a little harder , shaking her head like a dog with it's favorite bone.
Her temp increased as she felt his hands buried deep in her hair guiding her head as he thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning deep in his throat as she sucked harder. Taking him all the way down. He tongue slipping out at the base to lick his balls. She licked up his cock and then just licked and nibbled her way back down to his balls.
She had been kneading them while sucking them and they had grown harder and tighter as she gave his cock her adoration. Now she wanted to savor the feel of his balls in her mouth.
He widened his legs to give her an unobstructed view of his package. She took first one nut in her mouth, rolling it around in her mouth, sucking softly on it. Then sucking in the other nut . Sucking on them, rolling them against each other. Then releasing them she licked further, teasing his taint- between his ass hole and his balls, flicking her tongue over the area. This was the spot where you got the real smell of a man.
He growled deep in his throat, then told her, he wanted to feel her hot pussy around his cock. He needed her pussy around his cock.
Raven made one more round on his cock. And as she lifted her head, the suction made a loud popping sound.
Sliding up to kiss him, Raven straddled him, the tip of his cock teasing her wet entrance. Guiding him in with her hand, she felt him glide into her moist warmth.
The feeling of him filling her felt so good and when she had taken him all the way in , she moved just slightly letting her pussy become accustom to the feel of him.
When she could wait no longer she rose to the point of him almost coming out, then rocked back down. Raven slowly started to ride his engorged member, squeezing her muscles as she withdrew, then advanced back down.
Raven felt his hands grab hold of her tits and he squeezed them in time with her pussy contractions. She threw back her head and rode him harder. Soon he lifted her up and off his cock. He flipped her over onto her back and taking her by the ankles, he slipped back in. Where riding him she had felt impaled, now he ground into her spreading her legs in a vee, reaching deeper spots.
She could feel his cock, expanding as it brushed back into her. He then put her ankles on his shoulders and bent forward to kiss her. He slowed his rhythm, just letting the feel of their bodies joined bring on an intense pleasure. Long, steady strokes with an occasional twist to ake her look at him with her darkened violet eyes. Then he would pull out and then enter roughly.
Raven loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out. The pleasure was so intense. She felt another orgasm building and when he reached down and thumbed her clit she came hard. Her pussy walls milking him and he continued to ride her. She was whimpering and moaning and he would play with her clit, making her buck up against him. Then he would lean forward and take one of her nipples in his teeth and bite just a little.
By now Raven was riding one intense orgasm after another. But she wanted more. She told him she wanted him from behind. He withdrew and Raven's pussy mourned his removal. Flipping over on her knees, he quickly re-entered her.
Raven reached under her body to play with her slit and his balls as he fucked her. He withdrew and fingered her covering his fingers with her juices, then re-entered her. He used her cum to lubricate her ass and while he pumped her pussy, he fingered her asshole.
He had his hands spayed out with both thumbs spreading her ass entering her. Raven loved to be filled with cock, fingers and toys. She told him that there was some oil and a small dildo in her bag.
He chuckled and said she came prepared, in answer she squeezed on his cock with her pussy muscles. He had the toy out and oiled up quickly and without stopping she felt the toy enter her ass.
As he pushed the toy in he withdrew almost completely out then he rammed into her. Raven felt her next orgasm rip through her as the sensation became so intense. He was moving both his cock and the toy quickly now. As her orgasm caused her pussy to contrast against him, she felt knew he was getting closer.
Raven felt his cock going deeper and deeper. Closer and closer to the sweet spot where Heaven awaited. His strokes were becoming faster and he would almost totally withdraw then buck back into her. The toy was forgotten as he grabbed her by the hips grinding faster and faster.
Raven felt it then, the head of his cock entered her cervix. The feeling of being opened so deep within was electric. Raven heard a roaring in her ears and she was screaming "Yes" at the top of her lungs, then as the most intense of her orgasms shot through her, it became just a guttural growl.
He was fucking her hard now and growling himself as he let himself go. Raven felt him come inside her, the head of his dick feeling like it was double what it had started out as. He continued to pump into her as his orgasm and her own continued.
Raven felt as if her whole body were made of jell-O, both of their breathing was slowly coming back to normal. He was still within her, moving back and forth just a little. They were both coated with a fine sheen of perspiration. Slowly the world was coming back into focus.
He kissed her sweetly as he withdrew from her body. Rolling onto his side, she reached up and caressed the side of his face. The sound of water lapping at the rocks beyond made Raven move.
She sat up and taking a drink of wine, she tried to get the world to stop spinning. Little sparks fired behind her closed eyes. She handed him the bottle then slowly she got to her feet, then stood while he drank.
Raven held out her hand to him and he stood and took it. She guided him from their lover's circle to the water and they swam.
In the clearing they could see the glow of the Beltaine fire as they frolicked in the water. The drums had fallen silent.
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I waited as the secretary announced my name into her intercom. I was mildly surprised when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Mr. Foster will see you now, Mr. Kite. Please take the elevator to the fourth floor and then go through the door on the left."
I knew that George Foster was the manager of this Eastern Security franchise, a firm specializing in gathering information, for a fee. I knew from my internet research that the company had over fifty offices throughout eastern United States.
The elevator door opened immediately. Soon I was knocking lightly on a heavy wooden door. Then I turned the knob and entered.
"Mr. Kite!" exclaimed the well-dressed man behind the desk. He quickly rose and came around to greet me. He offered his hand and I felt the strength of his grip as we shook.
"Please have a seat and tell me what Eastern can do for you today," he continued.
I sat in the plush leather chair and formed my words carefully.
"I'm interested in hiring your company to, ah, verify a few things for me, Mr. Foster. To be honest, I thought I'd be doing business with someone a little lower in the corporate food chain. I see from the name on the door that you're a company vice president and manager of this branch.
"I still like to personally handle as many clients as I can, Mr. Kite. It keeps me aware of our services as well as how I might improve our procedures," he replied easily. "Our company prides itself on discreet, professional service. I intend to see this branch maintains the highest standards."
"That's very reassuring," I admitted. "My situation may seem a bit trite to a man in your position, I'm afraid. I want to hire your company to determine if my wife, Monica, is having an affair."
"That's one of the services we provide, Mr. Kite. It certainly doesn't seem trivial to us," stated Foster. "May I ask if you have already determined your wife is unfaithful, if it's a suspicion of yours, or if you are simply worried about her with no solid cause?"
"I guess you do get these problems a lot. I can't prove anything and I may be totally wrong, but Monica seems to be acting differently of late. She's busier and staying later at work and she has to travel more. Even when she's home, she has to go in to work on weekends. She even went to her office for an hour on July Fourth!" I blurted. "I just want to find out what, if anything, is going on. It could be nothing more than an effort to get ahead at work. I need to know for certain."
"I understand your concern," Foster assured me. "We do these things all the time. Sometimes the wife is cheating, but usually the husband has made some erroneous conclusions. Let's hope that's how this situation plays out. I'll need to meet you at your home when your wife isn't there and place some concealed devices to monitor her actions. What would be a good time for you, Mr. Kite?"
"Wow! You're going to come to my place and do your spy thing yourself, Mr. Foster?" I asked in amazement. "Don't you have techs or something you send for that stuff? I wouldn't expect a man in your position to do the handsn work."
"That's exactly why we are so successful," smiled the man behind the desk. "As I stated, I like to personally handle a few cases. If one of our employees tries to tell me something can't be done, or won't work, I'll know if they're right, or if they're giving me a snow job."
"That makes a lot of sense," I agreed. "I read on your web page that I would get a written report and for a fee, I could get a report on DVD as well. I want to select that option. If there's any cheating, I want to be able to throw it in her face. It would also be more damning in a divorce action, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, provided there's any wrong doing on the part of your wife, Mr. Kite. I caution you against you jumping to conclusions. Let us do what you are paying us to do, please. That's why you came to us, isn't it?" asked Foster.
"Yes, of course. I didn't mean to get ahead of your investigation," I apologized. "It's just that the very thought of Monica having a lover makes me angry and tense. I have to find out the truth before I do, or say, something I'll later regret."
"We'll get right on this case and you'll know the truth shortly, don't worry," promised Foster. "I'll need you to answer a few questions and to sign a few forms giving us permission to place your home under surveillance and to have access to your personal records, such as phone and credit cards."
I spent the next half hour responding to an entire list of questions posed by Foster. I studied him as he wrote my responses down. He was a big man, tanned, and athletic looking. He seemed self-assured and very competent. He seemed to really know his business.
"I'd like to place this on my Visa," I told him when asked about payment.
"We take credit cards, of course, Mr. Kite. The thing you need to consider is whether your wife will see the charge and know you have hired a service to investigate her. Does she have access to the statement for this card?" he queried.
"Technically, she does, but Monica never pays the bills and seldom looks at the statements. This won't be a problem," I replied. "She'll never know about your service until I lower the boom on her! That is, if she's fooling around on me, of course."
After doing all the paper work, we agreed to meet at my house at noon on Friday. Monica had already informed me that she'd be working late that day. At least she called it working. I left Eastern Security feeling like I had accomplished my objective. Foster promised to have a full report, including a DVD, within three weeks. That would fit in perfectly with my plans for Monica.
I had been having some difficulty keeping my suspicions from Monica. That only thing that had made it even remotely possible was that she had been paying very little attention to me for the past few months. I could have grown a frog on my ass and cut my cock off and she would have never noticed. Now I had a timeframe to work with and I felt I would be able to hang on that long, although with some effort.
That evening Monica was home in time to make dinner, which was unusual. She seemed annoyed when I asked her about it.
"Don't make such a big deal out of it," she warned. "You do everything you can to get advanced at work. There's no reason for you to resent my success, Bill. My work is as important to me as yours is to you."
"I haven't any problem with that, Monica. It's just that you haven't been around much lately," I replied. "I seldom work weekends and never holidays. Time is more important than money, especially when you have enough money. We'll never have enough time."
"Well thanks for spouting your asinine platitudes," snapped Monica. "I bet that's one that fucking Confucius never even considered!"
I realized that my words of infinite wisdom were falling on deaf ears, so I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room to watch the news.
It was the very next day at work that I was called into the company president's office. I was in the middle of the corporate ladder in an advertising agency. I was pretty good at what I did, which pretty much was to dream up bullshit that made products look and sound better than they were.
"We've been watching your work, Kite," boomed the company president and CEO, even as I wondered to myself why the fuck he couldn't address me by my first name. "You've shown yourself to be innovative and independent, yet a team player."
I realized this guy had been in advertising longer than I had. Talk about dishing the shit without saying anything! He was really good at it! That was what I had to look forward to attaining?
"You're being promoted to a vice president position, Kite. Congratulations! You'll be in charge of several of our most lucrative accounts," he continued. "You'll have your own office with a dozen people working under you. I'm making the announcement this afternoon."
I politely thanked the tub of lard for bestowing such an honor on my most unworthy self and left the office with a smile. Things were finally falling into place for me. Too bad Monica had to stray. After twenty-four years of marriage and two kids, she deserved to share in my achievement and the financial rewards that came with it.
True to his promise, the boss announced my promotion and people started kissing my ass by the time I got back from lunch. I shook hands and smiled as men deferred to me. The ladies suddenly found me attractive. How many times had I sucked up to some guy I thought was an asshole after hearing he'd been promoted? Now I was the asshole! It felt great!
Friday found me showing Foster around my home. He placed tiny devices in various areas of the house. He was efficient, yet careful. By 3:00 he was packing his tools away.
"I've just received a nice promotion and I have to be at corporate headquarters in New Jersey next Monday and Tuesday," I explained. "It seems like that would be a likely time for Monica to scratch her itch, if you get my drift."
"Well, if she does any scratching, we'll have it all recorded," grinned Foster.
"Your company has a very good reputation, Mr. Foster," I continued. "You can guarantee as a professional employee of Eastern Security that you'll catch any infidelity by my wife in this house, can't you?"
"I absolutely guarantee that, Mr. Kite. I'm very good at what I do. If your wife strays in your home, we'll have the proof for you. Rest assured of that!" he promised.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," I admitted. "Now we'll see if the mouse takes the bait."
"I was named a vice president today at work," I revealed to Monica that evening. "It means a big pay raise. We'll be able to take some nice vacations and buy some things for the house."
"I knew they'd see your talents, Bill," cooed Monica. "I think we should have a party on Saturday, the fifteenth. We'll celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary and your promotion at the same time! How's that sound?"
"Monica! I'm touched. What a great idea. We'll have your family and a bunch of my relatives over. The kids can come home from school. It'll be an event people will remember for a long time to come!" I proclaimed.
"Don't get too carried away, Bill. It isn't exactly the second coming," grinned Monica, "but it'll be a good time."
Every now and then Monica reverted to the woman I married those many years ago. Those times were fewer and farther between, however. I was mulling my situation over as I drove east on I 80, toward headquarters that Monday. Would Monica betray me while I was away? In my home? My bed? Was she that self-centered and foolish? Did she think I was that dumb? I had the questions and realized I would have the answers in a couple days.
It was three days before our party and Foster was back in my house, removing all his electronic devices. I accompanied him as he went from room to room.
"Are you sure Monica never had any male visitors, made any unusual phone calls, or did anything that could be even slightly construed as cheating?" I asked for the third time.
"Believe me, Mr. Kite," laughed Foster. "Your wife makes Mother Theresa look like an unsavory character. She isn't having an affair!"
"When will I get the report and the DVD?" I asked.
"You still want a DVD, even if there's nothing even remotely inappropriate to show?" questioned Foster.
"I paid for the damn thing and I want it. I'll find some use for the damn thing. Years from now I'll watch it and laugh my ass off," I responded.
"Okay, it's your money. Everything will be ready for you to pick up tomorrow afternoon," shrugged Foster.
Long after Foster left the house, I sat in my home office and considered my situation. He had stated that Monica wasn't unfaithful and didn't have any lovers, or even friends, at the house why I was away. What would Monica do if she found out about the surveillance? It seemed likely she would be furious and use it as an opportunity to punish and humiliate me. I had to be prepared to foil her efforts. I couldn't help thinking that I was engaged in what seemed more like a struggle to the death than a marriage.
People started showing up for our party by eleven AM. By one o'clock, we had just about every relative and friend within fifty miles enjoying clams, barbecued chicken, lobster, and steak. We had gone all out for the occasion. Everyone was having a wonderful time. That was when Monica decided to be melodramatic.
"Could I have everyone's attention?" she shouted above the din. Every eye turned to her. "It has come to my attention that my loving husband recently hired an agency to monitor my actions in order to determine if I was having an affair!"
Aside from several gasps, there wasn't a word spoken by the assembled crowd.
"I happened to open the mail yesterday and found a large charge to our Visa card from a surveillance company. I made a few phone calls and found out that Bill had hired them to determine if I was unfaithful to him," hissed Monica. I could feel her venom.
"I was told that Bill was even supplied with a DVD documenting my actions. You can imagine how shocked and disappointed I was, and still am, when I learned of Bill's lack of trust, and of this invasion of my privacy," lamented Monica.
I knew she'd want to humiliate me, but she was better than I could have imagined. I just silently stood my ground and bore the brunt of her verbal attack.
"So, Bill, my devoted, loving husband, where's the disc? I think everyone here should see the results of your spying and judge for themselves just who wronged whom. We'll play it on this goddamn big screen TV you insisted on buying. Everyone is right here and ready to watch it!" she snarled.
"Dear, I don't think it would be a good idea to air our dirty laundry in public," I stated soothingly. "Why don't we watch it in a more private setting? This is a party."
"You're trying to blow smoke up my ass and get away with practically accusing me of being a slut! I demand that you show everyone here what you have learned about my fidelity, you damn weasel! I haven't seen this production yet and I can't wait!" shrieked Monica.
I shrugged and reached into my breast pocket and removed a DVD and held it up for everyone to see. Then I walked to the player and slid it in. I walked to the back of the room with the remote and pointed it at the machine.
It took a few seconds for the picture to appear. Monica and Foster were sitting in our living room.
"You mean he hired you to find out if I was having an affair?" laughed Monica. "What are the odds of that happening?"
"What are the odds that the jack-ass would put the charge on your Visa? You have wonderful opportunity to "accidentally" discover he's spying on you. You'll have his balls in a vise!" Foster replied.
"In that case, I'll crush them like a couple of walnuts," chuckled Monica.
"I'm a trained professional!" Foster pretended to pout. "The dumb bastard wanted the best, so he came to me. That's why his company uses us to some discreet background checks on employees being promoted to sensitive positions. We really delve into personal accounts and backgrounds deeper than your more law-fearing firms. That's how I met you that fateful day, remember?"
"I'll never forget it, and how determined you were to seduce me," grinned Monica. "Was I worth the effort?"
I noticed Monica begin to shrink back as the events unfolded on the big screen, in living color, and with surround sound.
"You sure were, now get over here, Slut!" insisted Foster.
The screen was suddenly filled with Monica's face. She was smiling... around a nice sized cock! Her lips and tongue worked feverishly and were soon rewarded with a few twitches from the cock. White goo leaked down her chin. The audience was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
The picture changed to show Monica on her hands and knees and Foster pounding her pussy from behind. Both their faces were readily recognizable. Monica had a blissful smile on her face as Foster reached in and pinched one of her nipples.
Suddenly, Monica found her voice and jerked everyone back to the present.
"You miserable bastard!" she screamed at me. "You set me up! Turn that goddamn thing off now. Everyone get the hell out. Now!"
Spittle was flying from Monica's mouth as she yelled. Her face was purple and the veins in her face looked like they would pop. Her mother and father rushed to her as she began to collapse. They half carried her and half led her from the room. Within a couple minutes, my two kids and my parents were the only people left in the room with me.
"What are you going to do, Dad?" asked my daughter. "It's a hell of a mess."
"You just saw what your mother has been doing, Rachel," I replied sadly. "Her words today seem even more despicable than her actions of late. She wanted to torment me, to make me suffer for suspecting the truth. She's had no love for me for a rather long time. I think you know that. I'm finished with her and moving on with my life, Sweetheart. You may be able to talk her into getting some help. I don't think her words and actions are consistent with the Monica I married, but it's no longer my problem. I'm sorry."
"I've discussed this situation with a very good team of lawyers. A while back, I had hired a detective firm recommended to me by a college buddy. I had them to watch your mother when I first started getting suspicious. I was stunned to find that she was having an affair with an agent of the firm hired by my company to check on me. I was being considered for an important position and they wanted all the dirt on me, so they hired Foster, with Eastern Security."
"I decided that I wanted to ruin his career at that point. I hired him to determine if your mother was cheating, all the time knowing she was, and it was with him. Now I have him on disc, as a representative of his company, giving me a false report, as well as admitting he probably broke the law when he conducted his rather extreme background checks for my employer," I summarized.
"My legal team tells me that my company should have notified me and even had me sign a release allowing the background check. They also tell me that Eastern Security has deep pockets and is in a world of shit for the conduct of their agent. He seduced your mother while doing a clairvoyant check on me, than accepted payment to report on her activities when he was personally involved with her, and then he knowingly lied in his report to me. I have been assured that these companies will want to settle rather than have the truth hit the newspapers. This really shouldn't have been billed as our anniversary party," I grinned. "It's really more like my retirement party!"
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Pyro flashed his paw-beacon to the right.
"Anything?"
A shake of the head. "We're chasing ghosts." His voice echoed off the rocky walls, and into the dark. They were in a series of caves ...
"I don't believe in ghosts," Adelaide whispered resolutely.
"Angels, then," Pyro corrected, flashing his beacon to the left.
"What would angels be doing," was the bat's rhetorical question, "on a rogue planet? This far from home?"
"What are WE doing on a rogue planet," was Pyro's counter, "this far from home ... "
Adelaide sighed. Didn't answer. "Shine your beacon straight ahead. Stop moving it about."
Pyro nodded. Flashed the light ... straight ahead of them.
It had been a week since Luminous had fled the snow rabbit sector. They had two weeks of supplies ... left. And were planet-hopping, avoiding predators ... were still alive ... sensors had picked up sources of artificial energy on this seemingly dead world. And an away team had been compiled to investigate ... the rogue planet was rich in untapped resources. But there was no infrastructure in which to harvest any of it ... perhaps ... whatever furs were behind the energy source ... perhaps they could help. Or perhaps not.
"Yeah ... why are we here," Dotna asked, adjusting her phase rifle.
"Sensors picked up ... strange sources," Assumpta told her, "of synthetic energy. Were you not listening to Adelaide's mission briefing ... before we left the ship?"
"I always listen," Dotna defended.
"Then perhaps you need to adjust the volume," the snow leopard said, "of your ears."
The chipmunk smiled and bit her lip, not responding.
"We keep detecting energy sources, but ... no furs. Where are the furs?" Pyro asked.
"Beats me," Adelaide whispered. She was leading the away team. Had a scanner in her paw. A beacon in the other.
They were on a rogue planet ... a planet entirely shrouded by dark (at all hours). Rocky, seemingly barren, but ... somehow with an atmosphere. Somehow, with ... air. The said air was cool, but not frigid. And hardly toxic.
"I smell something," whispered Pyro, pausing.
"Where?" Assumpta sniffed the air.
Dotna tightened her grip on her weapon. Nose and whiskers twitch-sniffing.
The wolf pointed. "Down that cave ... that ... that path-way."
"These caves have been tailored. These pathways are too perfect ... to be natural," Assumpta noted. The snow leopard bringing up the rear of the group, keeping watch from the back. Pyro may have had versatile eyes (which seemed to glow in this lack of light), and may have had a great nose, as well, but ... no one bested felines for quality ... in outright night vision. No, she could see better than the rest of them.
"I don't like this," Dotna whispered.
Pyro gave a quick glance ... at her. Wished he could squeeze her paw ...
"This can't be right," Adelaide whispered, squinting at her illuminated scanner. "I'm detecting ... "
" ... bats!" whispered Dotna, tensing, turning.
"Drop," said a male voice, "the weapon, rodent. Now."
Dotna hesitated. Looked to Adelaide (who seemed to be in a state of shock ... she hadn't picked them up ... with her mind. She hadn't felt them. These bats ... they had no telepathic signature ... it ... even now, with them surrounding her away team, she couldn't sense them ... that wasn't right ... ) ...
"Do as he says," Assumpta told the chipmunk. Realizing they were outnumbered (and in close confines). Knowing they wouldn't win ... not now, anyway. Not without a strategy ...
"Who are you?" Adelaide demanded of the bat who'd spoken. He was male, and like all male bats ... his fur was a periwinkle-blue. A sky-blue. Eyes a deep sapphire.
"We are outcasts."
Adelaide squinted, looking (in the errant beam of Pyro's paw-beacon) very bold, very defined ... as bat-like as she could be. In this cave and suddenly surrounded by fellow bats ...
"Follow us. We shall explain."
"All fixed?"
Juneau looked up (on her knees on the floor, a spanner in paw) ... " ... mm ... " She took a breath, whiskers twitching. Ears swiveling. Tail a bit mussed. "Well ... almost, yeah. I mean, faster than expected." Sickbay was supposed to have taken two weeks to repair and ... get back to normal. But, after only a week, it was almost back in shape ... " ... just a few loose wires. A few ... "
The lights went off.
Ketchy squeaked ... looking around.
The lights came back on (with a hum).
" ... glitches," finished Juneau. "Heh ... um ... yeah, a few glitches, but ... almost done."
Ketchy nodded, looking around.
Juneau, wiping her paws on her uniform (and still on her knees), nodded at the office (with its big, clear window). "He's in there ... as you can see. Been in there all morning."
Ketchy nodded, and ... padded to the office. There was no door. Just an open entryway. She paused there, and ... knocked her paw on the bulkhead. "Mind if I come in?" she whispered.
Denali blinked and looked up. "Oh ... yeah ... I mean, no, I don't mind if you come in. I mean, yes ... come in," he said, taking a breath. Letting it out.
Ketchy giggled, moving up behind him. He was in a chair, and she put her paws on his shoulders. "Mm ... nervous?"
"I ... I don't know."
"Come on, darling ... you are."
"What if I am?" was the quiet response.
"Then admit it. And let me help. Let us ... help. No one's demanding anything of you."
The otter stared at a computer screen. Listening to the beeps and whirs of the various ... instruments in sickbay. He took a breath and whispered (trying to keep their conversation outside of Juneau's ear-shot), "I failed out of medical school ... I'm the back-up medic. I'm ... supposed to be running the science lab, and now ... I'm the ship's doctor. The ship's ONLY doctor ... " He trailed. "Just overwhelming, is all. It's a lot of responsibility."
"Well ... " She rubbed his shoulders.
He closed his eyes.
"Well, I have faith in you," was what she said. A funny thing for her to say. To say she had faith in someone. To have ... any kind of faith. She'd always struggled with her faith. "And I'm here, and ... you've a lot of friends on this ship."
A quiet nod.
"You'll do fine."
He looked up at her ... and smiled softly. "I'm glad you think so, cause ... I'm so nervous ... " He trailed.
"I'm the one who's supposed to be nervous," she reminded.
"Guess it ... goes around," was the otter's response.
And Ketchy leaned down and quietly kissed his cheek. And their eyes, from up close, met, and ... she went to kiss his ...
" ... patient. You've got a patient!" chimed Juneau, in jolly tone.
Denali sighed.
Ketchy giggled an airy, breathy giggle. "Mm ... is the doctor in?" she whispered.
"Afraid so. We'll continue this," he promised, a paw snaking for her tail, fingers raking through the brown, bushy fur ... and a grab! " ... later."
A chitter, and a sighing smile ... which turned into a grin ... as Denali stood and left his office. And as she followed a few seconds later.
"Hi," said Field. Waving a paw (in shy, mousey fashion).
"You're the patient?" Ketchy asked, blinking. "What's wrong?"
"No, it's ... well, it's her," Field said, of the baby in his arms. His daughter. Akira.
"Oh." Ketchy looked down a bit ... saw her. And smiled. She loved baby Akira ... loved babies. "Poor thing. Is she okay?"
"Well, I don't know," Field said, whiskers twitching (and nose sniff-sniffing ... non-stop). "That's why I brought her here." He looked to Denali, raising his eyes a bit ... as if waiting for the otter to say something.
Ketchy nudged the otter in the side.
"Oh ... well ... what's wrong?" Denali asked.
"I don't know!" Field repeated, squeaking in frustration. He sighed ... " ... that's why I'm here," he repeated. "She needs a doctor." He met the otter's eyes.
"Well ... um ... let me see. Sit down on a bio-bed. Hold her still."
Field nodded and padded to a bio-bed, thin tail trailing behind him like a fishing line ... and dishy ears swiveling. The mouse was a bundle of twitching motions. A live wire of anxiety. It seemed almost worse ... than normal. Maybe because Adelaide wasn't on the ship. No doubt, the mouse was worried ... about her being on the rogue planet. About the ship losing contact with the away team ... once they had entered the caves. Oh, the worry was in his eyes ...
Denali pulled out a scanner, and ran it over the baby ... " ... symptoms?"
"Coughing. Little ... barky coughs. Like ... "
"Barky?"
"Like, rough ... rough coughs. I mean ... you know ... maybe she has a cold? I don't know ... "
The otter's scanner beeped and hummed. "Mm ... a little virus, I think. Nothing life threatening."
"Well ... "
"I'll give her some medicine. She needs to get some rest. It'll ... get better. She'll be fine."
"What kind of medicine?"
"Field," whispered Ketchy. "Calm down ... "
The mouse's blue-grey eyes darted, and his ... nose sniffed, and ... he let out a breath, nodding, nodding ... Akira cradled in his arms. Her eyes halfpen. She seemed listless. "I ... I can feel her," he said.
"Adelaide? On the planet?"
"No, the baby. I feel sick ... cause she feels sick." The mouse's whiskers drooped. "I can feel her pain," he whispered.
"Oh ... I'm sorry," Ketchy whispered. She hadn't known to what degree ... the mouse was linked with Akira.
"Adelaide makes it better," Field whispered, looking at the carpet of the floor. And he squinted. "It used to be grey ... "
"What?" Denali, back with the medicine, blinked.
"Grey. The carpet," Field realized, looking up. "Used to be grey."
"Oh, I changed it," Juneau piped in, smiling. "You like it?"
Field smiled shyly. "Yeah, it's ... a much better color. Much more soothing. Much less ... "
" ... sterile? Oh, I agree. I mean, blues bring out the best in ... "
"Are we done?" Denali interrupted, holding the medicine (and his scanner).
Juneau bobbed her head in playful consternation ... and looked back to Field, confiding, "I don't mind saying this to you, Field, but ... males have NO sense of interior design."
Field blinked, asking (in his wispy voice, with his tail limp behind him), "Why don't you mind saying it to me?"
Juneau giggled. "Mm ... cute," she said, smiling, nodding, and looking back to her work.
Field blinked and looked to Ketchy.
"Don't worry about it," Ketchy said, smiling, too ... " ... and don't worry about anything, okay, cause ... Akira will be fine, and Adelaide will be fine, and ... "
" ... I don't care about interior design," Denali said, giving Akira some medicine.
"You should," Juneau replied. "You really should ... colors affect moods, and ... it's a whole science, you know."
Field nodded ... at Juneau's words.
"Well, I think ... my services have been rendered," Denali announced, nodding, giving the mouse an encouraging smile. "Think she'll be okay."
"Think?" His eyes widened, hugging the baby tighter.
"She'll be okay," Denali insisted, giving the mouse a pat on the shoulder. "Bring her back ... if her condition changes."
"Okay." Field let out a breath and stood. "Well, hopefully ... Adelaide will be back before long. Mm ... " Again, the worry evident in the mouse's eyes.
"She will be," Ketchy assured. And gave Field a paw squeeze and a smile ... and led him to the door, waving as he went back to his quarters. And she turned back ... thinking for a minute, and saying to the others, "You know ... I've never thought about this before, but ... we really need a ship's counselor."
"What do you mean?"
"Like, a counselor. I mean, like ... what happened with Chester, you know, and ... other things ... "
Juneau was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Well ... we all have mates. Isn't that enough? We can all talk to our mates ... "
"I know, but ... none of us are psychiatrists."
"Exactly," she countered. "So, who among us ... is qualified to be a ship's counselor?"
"Well, no one," Ketchy whispered. "I just ... wish they'd assigned one before we left home. I mean, having the Ops team in charge of crew morale ... we need an ACTUAL counselor, someone who's job it is ... to exclusively ... you know, keep the crew in good spirits. To ... all that. I don't know ... just a thought ... "
"Well, if you find someone ... let me know. And ... I'll back the idea." Juneau turned back to her work.
"Yeah," Denali added. "And while you search ... look for another doctor, too."
Ketchy rolled her eyes. "You're bringing this tension on yourself ... "
The otter sighed, sitting on the bio-bed that Field had vacated. "Maybe," he admitted. "I just ... it would be different if we weren't nomads now, low on supplies, and ... evading danger every day."
Juneau worked on some optical fibers ... and said, from her position a few feet away, "We're all in the same boat ... " A pause. "Well, same ship, to be ... exact. It's not easy on any of us. So ... we're just gonna have to do without a trained doctor ... without a counselor, without ... whatever, you know? We'll adapt. We're prey. We're stronger than anyone gives us credit for, and we'll fill in the gaps ... with our own ingenuity. We'll make it through," she said, and then stood ... and nodded. "What great carpet!"
Adelaide had been led away from her fellow crew-furs ... to a darker corner (in the cavern-like space to which they'd been led). The male bat's name ... the one who'd spoken, the leader of this group of bats ... his name was Ereth.
"You're a long way from home," Ereth told Adelaide, walking in a slow circle around her (while she stood still, breathing, trying to feel his presence ... and failing every time).
"So are you," Adelaide whispered back.
"Mm ... "
"I can't feel you," Adelaide said, addressing the issue up-front.
"Not one to pussy-foot, are you?" Ereth asked ... with a toothy grin.
"No," was her brisk response.
"Shame ... I do like games."
"I should've sensed you ... the moment our pod landed. Why didn't I?"
"As I said ... we are outcasts."
"That tells me ... "
" ... everything," Ereth whispered, stopping his circling ... and standing in front of her. "It tells you everything."
Adelaide blinked.
"All bats have telepathic abilities. But most bats have ... limits. Barriers. Most bats do not have limitless powers. Most bats have ... inhibitions. Moral inhibitions."
She breathed, eying him up and down, and then meeting his eyes ... her deep-pinks to his ... gem-blues. "And you don't?"
"No," was Ereth's whisper. "We were branded too dangerous ... by our fellow bats. Do you realize the hypocrisy in that? Our species has been treated horrendously ... was hunted ... by the predators. And then we turn against each other? Bats telling bats ... who is dangerous and who is not ... among them?"
She squinted.
"It was five years ago ... that we left. Or, rather, were forced to leave. In a long-distance transport ship."
"I never heard about this."
"The Council," he said, referring to the governing body of the bat species ... each species had a council or a ... leadership ... and two representatives from each leadership were sent to the furry senate. Politics on Home-world ... they were intricate. They were very messy. Many furs (including most on Luminous) ... had done their best to ... pay no attention to them. Not that, anymore, they needed to ... being exiled. "The Council determined that some bats ... were too dangerous. Dangerous to the whole. And we were sent away. We had stronger powers, but not the numbers ... we had to leave."
She listened. Angular ears ... swept-back and listening.
"I see that you, too, have been exiled ... but for different reasons. You are the only bat," he whispered, "on your ship. You have seen no other bats ... in over a year."
"No ... "
"You are mated," he whispered, reading her mind like a book (and even with her blocks ... she couldn't stop him) ... " ... mated to a mouse." A chuckle. "Not so bad, maybe ... mice are more like bats, physically ... than most creatures. But mentally? Mice are inferior. You know that."
"Apparently, I don't," she whispered back. With a bite in her voice.
"You're the dominant partner in your mate-ship?" he understood, looking deeper. "You have a daughter by him ... "
"Get out of my head," she told him. Simply. Strongly.
"I'll get out ... when it suits me to." He kept searching. Getting every ounce of information about her, about Luminous, about all that had happened, and ...
Shove!
Ereth stumbled back ... and fell to his furry rump, dazed. And looking up to her ... his link severed by the physical jolt.
"So, you're outcasts ... because you believe that telepathy is, what, a birthright? And that, as the holders of telepathy ... we may do what we wish?"
"It's an advantage. It gives us an advantage over other furs," Ereth said, still at a sit. "We are few, Adelaide. If we hope to repopulate and regain what we lost, and ... we must outmaneuver the other furs. Manipulation ... is required," he said, "for our survival."
"We're ALL furs," Adelaide exclaimed.
"Some species ... are better than others. We recognize that. You should, too. You have powers of the mind. That is ... rare. It is ... " Ereth stood, and stepped back toward her.
Adelaide tensed.
"Your mouse ... he has telepathic abilities? How?"
"I don't know. He had latent mental abilities ... the first time we yiffed, when I bit him ... those latent abilities were activated." A pause. "His powers aren't like mine, but ... he has them. I unlocked them ... "
"That is dangerous ... if other furs develop telepathy ... "
"I told you ... he already had it. He has a special mind. It just needed ... to be rendered fertile. To be nurtured."
"I don't wanna hear about your pet mouse," Ereth spat. Putting a paw on ...
... her arm. On the other side of the cavern, one of the male bats (with his light-blue fur, and his over-confident swagger), put his paw on Dotna's arm.
Pyro glared. Red eyes ... burning invisible holes in the bat who was touching his mate.
Dotna tensed, stepping back. She didn't have her weapon. The bat's had taken it.
The bat grinned a toothy smile, and ...
... ran his paw along Adelaide's neck.
She tilted her head, closing her eyes.
"You've bitten," he realized, "but have never been ... bitten in return, have you?"
She opened her eyes. Turned her neck away from his paw. "No ... "
"Never yiffed with a male bat. With a male of your own species ... you do not know ... what I can do for you. You think you've FELT it ... with your mate? I could make you feel more," Ereth whispered.
"I highly doubt that," she whispered (with a growing edge in her voice). Her mind building a wall around herself. And ... preparing to defend herself (as it was becoming apparent she would have to do).
"You can't avoid me ... "
"I can try," Dotna said, voice quavering. Rodent heart pattering, pat-pattering ...
A low growl. Coming from ...
... Pyro's throat.
Dotna swallowed, looking to her mate. Wishing for him.
The blue-furred bat (who hadn't mentioned his name), chuckled. "Your doggie upset? Am I playing with his toy?"
A blur of ...
... fur. Assumpta barreling into Ereth, slamming him into rock.
Adelaide shivered, collecting herself. "Is he ... "
"Unconscious. He will wake with a substantial headache," the snow leopard exclaimed, with ... a glint ... in her eye. "I saw you required assistance. I came as quickly as I could."
"You overpowered all the other bats?" Adelaide asked. "But their ... "
" ... mental abilities may work on prey and predators alike. However, I am of the ice. My mind is ... layered differently. They are not able to affect me ... as they affect the rest of you."
"Immune to mind control, huh?" Adelaide asked.
"Apparently."
"The others? Pyro ... Dotna ... "
Assumpta turned and scanned the darkness for them ... " ... back over there."
"Let's go ... "
The unnamed bat was on the ground, with a bloody gash in his side, and Pyro ... heaving blood-red eyes ... glowing. He heaved, breath shaking. Blood on his paws. He hadn't killed the bat. No, the bat would live, but he'd ... drawn blood. He'd actually drawn blood.
Dotna was clutching to him ... shaking. Thanking him for ... stopping the bat. "He was in my head ... he was in my head," she repeated. Shivering.
Pyro nodded ... swallowing. He knew what it was like to have someone invade your own mind. He knew what it was like to have ...
... Adelaide. Strolling into view. Looking down, and then up. "You ... okay?" she asked (of the both of them).
"He tried to hurt her," Pyro whispered. Hugging Dotna protectively.
Assumpta, standing behind Adelaide, met Pyro's eyes ... and gave a tiny nod. Pyro, at first, gave no motion back, but ... eventually ... returned the nod. Remembering their conversation in the mess hall. And, suddenly ... scared of himself. Of what he could do. But ... he'd done it for her. For love. He would never let anyone hurt Dotna ...
"We're getting out of here," Adelaide stressed. "NOW." She huffed, looking around. "This place is full of cold fire. I suspect they ... were hoping to control us all, take our pod, and ... use their unlimited mind control to ... take Luminous from us. And use it to ... go all the way back home and exact revenge on ... everyone."
"We best leave, then, before they regain consciousness," Assumpta said. "Before reinforcements arrive." There was no knowing how many bats were in these caves.
Adelaide nodded, scooping up the fallen bat's weapon, and ... tossing Pyro a paw-beacon. And the four of them hurried back through the caves, to the pods, and ... back to Luminous.
The doors swished open.
Field turned. Beamed. "Mommy's home," he announced.
"She okay?" Adelaide asked, scooping the baby up ... from Field's arms.
"Yeah ... she had a cough, but Denali made it better."
A nod. Adelaide looking down at her daughter. And feeling the ... little emotional feelers. The good feelings. And smiling.
"How did the mission go?" Field asked, sniffing the air. Sniffing her.
"We ran into some wayward winged things, but ... they underestimated ... our red eyes and ice minds and ... the power of our loves," she whispered. And she planted a kiss on Field's cheek. And then on his lips (soft, slow, sweet ... and succulent). "Mm ... " The kiss parted with a smack-smack, and baby Akira gently caught between their upright bodies ... " ... I'm okay."
Field smiled ... and breathed of her. Always glad to hear it.
Chester, at helm ... steered Luminous away from the rogue planet. The ship had two weeks of supplies left (before it would become dead in the water ... or dead, rather, in space) ... they needed to find friendly furs. Or some kind of planet to ... explore and settle on.
They needed something to happen.
Nose of the ship pointed to some unexplored star (out here on the edge of known space) ... Luminous warped away ... with a hope and a prayer.
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(Stag on F bondage)
Jessica lived in a rather small town in the middle of nowhere. I had been originally set up as a market town on a strategic place along the road between two far larger places on the map- but it never panned out. It turned out more of just a bathroom stop along the road. Unfortunately for Jessica this meant when it came to finding a boyfriend, she did not have a lot of options. Derek proved to be a bit of an ass, trying to control what she does. His final remark to her before she stormed out was that she will never find a cock as big as his in a town this small. And he was probably right. But Jessica was determined to prove him wrong. So determined that she found herself in the basement level of the local library- probably the oldest structure in the town, and much older than the ground floor of the same library.
There was an entire huge bookshelf that was off-limits here in the basement but it did not stop some of the more youthful citizens from looking. There was a latch across each shelf that prevented you from getting the books out without the key, but they were installed so long ago that they were sort of just coming apart. You could pull the bolt out of the hinge by hand and just take the entire thing off without even needing to open it. Though only half the citizens believed in it, all of these books were old occult spell books. Before the current town had been built there was an abandoned witches village here- the basement of the library supposedly the only surviving structure from that time. The light down there was not bright enough to read by, just enough to identify the book and take it elsewhere. The room was very deep and framed with stairs leading down to it, so the bookshelves were very tall and covered the walls entirely- so the only place to put a light was in the middle of the floor. A large crystal of salt was sat on a holder above the light to help scatter it throughout the room, and to ward the elder books from moisture. She found one book on the majestic elder of the forest, and remembered having a crush on him when she was younger reading this old book for the first time.
The book had no images so one was left to imagine what the forest spirit actually looked like, but the book did have some basic descriptions of him. Very large, well endowed, strong, and never made a sound. Sounds like the perfect boyfriend to Jessica! She read over the ritual part of the book she had skipped every other time and gathered some supplies. She gathered tons of candles, a bucket of blood from the butcher's shop and a pain brush to write the runes with, and the offering. The offering part depended on what your intentions were when summoning it- because she wanted romance Jess was to offer a flower. Since it was autumn, the only sizable flower she could find was an apple blossom. She wandered into the woods late afternoon. It was supposed to be dusk or night when you did this but she was a lot more confident in her ability to find her way out of the forest than into it when it was dark, so she entered while there was still daylight to find her way. There was two forests bordering the town and wouldn't you know it- the one the witches summoned the spirit from happens to be the supposedly cursed Pitchwood Forest. Named because the tree trunks there are as black as pitch. There was tons of trees but they were more like the skeletons of trees that used to be. Even in the spring and summer there was hardly any leaves on them at all, and now that it was fall there certainly was none. Their trunks and branches twisted and turned oddly like they were tangled around some unseen object. It was clear to see why everyone thought the forest was cursed- it was certainly a wretched looking place.
In the fall the forest had more life than any other season, but it was not in the form of plants, but rather fungus. The forest floor and the lower trunks of the trees were absolutely covered in delicate, frilled mushroom growth. That was likely why the forest itself looked so grim- there was probably a colossal circle of mycelium below the ground devouring the plants to feed itself. Mushrooms are just the blossoms of the mycelium. Jess created a huge circle of candles big enough to surround a car- since she had no idea just how large the spirit was. She had plenty of extra candles since she went a bit overboard and placed the remainder at the top sides of the huge rock she decided to do this beside to help light the area. There was a particularly huge tree that looked like it had grown out from under the other half of the shed-sized boulder. Its trunk was extremely thick, and while the tree was not especially tall, its branches reached wide. This was considered to be the heart of the Pitchwood Forest. She lit all the candles and by the time they were all aflame the sky had darkened enough that being near the candle light made everything else look like complete black. She dipped the paint brush in the bucket of pigs blood and started painting the runes on the surface of the boulder- having to do a few corrections at first till she got the hang of how much to have on the brush to paint with without allowing it to drip. Once you place it thinly enough blood dries quite quickly. When it dried the red faded from it quickly as well, making it look black against the already dark surface of the boulder.
Once it was completed the edges of the painted blood started to glow orange as if on fire and the runes burned off the rock without forming any actual flames. She looked at the circle of candles but did not see anything at first and put her hands on her hips in frustration. Then she spotted a floating orb! Tiny beads of liquid white candle wax were drifting up into the air and collecting in the middle! The undulating orb turned into a curled teardrop shape and two jet black orbs opened on either side of its body- eyes! As soon as his eyes opened all the candle flames doubled in size and burned white and pale blue with increased heat! The candles started to melt quickly and the wax flowed up into the air much faster. The round liquid body of the spirit started to sink lower in the air from its increased mass and eventually squished out against the ground a moment before lurching up on the end of four narrow pillars! Jess could see knobby little knee and ankle joints- they were spindly little legs! The front surged out and up pulling more narrow than the body as it went and quickly formed into the shape of a young deer! His ears flicking up away from the newly formed head cast off some extra wax, but the beads of wax slowed mid-flight and then pulled back into its body like a magnet. It quickly stopped looking like a cervine youth as its body rapidly expanded from the collecting wax and he started to surpass Jessica in height! When it got larger Jess was able to see that its eyes were not actually solid either- they were swirling orbs of black flame. The heat from them constantly caused the edges of its eye sockets to liquefy and re-harden. The wax of its body hardened as it took shape but more wax was added, causing it all to increase in size with each new layer. Even with no wax around them, the candle wicks still had wax soaked into them and the flames remained burning even after the body of it had been stolen to feed the spirit's body.
Soon Jessica was only as fall as his neck, then his shoulders, then his large pectoral muscles. From out of the head two giant, ornate candelabra erupted, forming its antlers. The many individual candles it held acted as the many tines of the antlers! A band of red wax formed a crest of runes that circled the very base of his neck like he were wearing a giant gorget. Red wax also emerged from the white on his face to make his nose and lips. Polished brass started to emerge from the ends of his legs as well, lifting him up on metal hooves. The hooves however were giant signet rings that looked like they were made for giants. The type of signet rings a lord would use to press a wax seal on an important document. Jess was not looking at the apple blossom she placed as it burst into flame and vanished into the night. Its combustion caused a magenta wax to well up in the beast's loins, swelling a plump tube of a sheath out from it and two tennis ball sized testicles. The magenta wax then burrowed its way out of the white wax sheath it helped form and emerged as an increasingly long pillar- an extremely large tapered cervine phallus! It was slightly veiny toward the very base but was otherwise smooth and featureless like the real thing. His body remained quite warm, but mostly solidified. It retained only enough give to it that when he bent his limbs, they bent instead of breaking.
Jess timidly walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling his hide. It was somewhat textured like fur, but all wax, so clearly it had no real fur. It was sort of like someone pressed a furry animal into soft wax so that it copied the shape. His eyes were bizarre and hypnotized Jess a bit as her own eyes tried to comprehend what she was seeing. It was like the darkness of night folded in to touch his eyes, lancing the light around him without swallowing it. The black fire that made his eye balls was actually negative light- it was devouring any light it made contact with, but his antlers and the candles surrounding him were still producing light so rather than snuff the light out, it just created a cone-shaped darkness from his eyes to the ambient dark of the night. Jess started to blush increasingly bright red as the initial awe of the situation started to wear off and the knowledge of it started to sink in- she just summoned a colossal stag to fuck her. The book never mentioned the spirit of the forest was an animal... although in hindsight that does make sense. Half in fear of angering such a huge beast, and half in actual aroused curiosity she slowly slid her hand down his side toward the hot pillar of deep pink wax that was his cock. His outer layer 'fur' was soft enough that she could imprint her fingers into him fairly easily- though whenever something altered his form, it quickly reshaped. True to the book's description, he is indeed very large, well endowed, strong, and does not make a sound. He made no move toward her and did not even seem to look at her, he just stood gently breathing, waiting for her to make the first move.
Jess surprised herself a moment when she finally gasped the phallus and her fingers sunk in! The wax seemed to grip her hand- trying to reform while she was still inside of it. The wax of his penis was particularly warm, so it was also rather soft. The moment she pulled her fingers out of it, it was already fully reformed and utterly undisturbed by her influence. It did buck slightly a moment after though, and what looked like a drop of clear pre dripped out- though it became increasingly white as it fell through the air and solidified as white wax by the time it hit the ground. Jess knelt down to bring her face closer, eyeing the hot pillar. The spirit snorted out two jets of smoke and stepped forward suddenly! Since his penis was tapered the end was small enough to poke through her lips before Jess even realized what was happening and wedged the end of his dick in her mouth! She was expecting the gross taste of wax in her mouth, but there was no taste at all. His body constantly reformed so none of the wax was wiping off for her tongue to be able to taste. The stag made micro-movements with his hips, just pulsing his cock back and forth on her lips. Once the initial shock wore off Jess slid further down the shaft on her own. She could feel the throbbing of a heart beat inside, oddly. The molten wax flows through him like blood would a normal deer- so although he was almost entirely wax, it felt almost identical to a real stag. When the cock hit the top of her throat, rather than force its way down it squished a bit and became thicker in her mouth. The veins swelled larger and stiffer and Jess was again surprised when he came in her mouth! Because it was already wedged into the start of her throat she did not even have an option to now swallow- it was being fired halfway down her throat! Wax is organic... right? She should be able to digest that. Maybe. It isn't poisonous anyway.
His wax load was hot enough that it almost burned on its way down, and it sat incredibly heavy in her stomach. The beast slowly backed out of her and trot in a circle, nudging a still stunned Jess on her rump with his nose- which unlike the entire rest of his form actually felt cool to the touch. She turned to look at him, not knowing what he was trying to do. Did he want her to stand back up? He then let out another gust of candle smoke that billowed her skirt up and Jess realized his dick was still just as erect as before- he wanted to ride her other end too! She wanted that too, but had been afraid at first of even attempting because his dick isn't very thick, but it is still many times too long for a human to take. After having him in her mouth she was no longer worried though. It was made of soft wax, so it won't just jam itself into her vaginal lining and tear it- it will squish and conform itself to fit. She huffed a bit as she got to her feet, her stomach felt so heavy! He came a lot. She pulled her panties down and to her surprise he bit them and helped pull them the rest of the way off, causing her to stumble forward a bit on her hands and knees. He stepped forward slowly. She could feel the warmth coming off his front legs as he stepped over her. She bowed her arms a bit to put her ass up high and he bowed his back legs to line up and then thrust in under her skirt. The tapered form allowed him to slide into her easily and she cooed in pleasure feeling the hot rod sliding deeper and deeper. Well, she proved Derek wrong- she has found someone bigger than him in this town! A lot bigger. She had never felt anything so deep in her body before! She didn't even think her vagina was that deep in the first place! Jess then felt a bit cramped as he bottomed out in her but thrust in again to put more in! His dick squished against her cervix and bloated out fatter, and then another thrust and fatter still! It can't go longer so all the extra cock he shoves into her instead stretches her wider! She could see the bulge building on her lower gut! It conforms to whatever shape it is placed in like water- so no matter who he is inside of, his dick is always a perfect fit!
The huge bulge in her gut looked like it should hurt, but didn't. She just felt... incredibly heavy and full. It started to throb violently though and Jess moaned in breathless surprise as he was approaching another climax already! He is certainly easy to set off. She huffed unintentionally as the added pressure on her already very full insides forced some air out of her lungs. The searing liquid wax he ejaculated burned, hurting her a bit a first but it was not hot enough to actually burn her, so after a moment she adjusted to it. The slight burning only added to the pleasure; a hot pleasurable itch. The spirit already filled her completely so when he came it blasted into her womb and coated it, then overflowed and started to blast out of her pussy around his dick from lack of room! And there was a lot of it! As wildly pleasurable as it had been though, Jess never hit climax. She came very close but he slowed his thrusting from his own orgasm and her own loins cooled down. She did not notice the liquid wax seething across the ground as if it were alive under her. Another little surge of pleasure as he thrust into her again after a pause and started to pick up pace again! He was still erect! It must be because she hasn't had a full orgasm yet. She summoned him for sex, so he must remain bound here at least until they have both climaxed at least once to complete the summoning conditions.
She felt the hot wax on her legs and hands but only when it started to creep across her skin did she actually look down and see the wax was trying to coat her! It tightened as it cooled, getting stiffer, and pulled her fingers and toes together inside and locked them that way. As it hardened it took the familiar shape of cloven hooves! Jessica smirked. Kinky. He is going for some sort of wax bondage, sealing her hands and feet inside hard wax hooves. The continued heat of the liquid wax in her pussy made it somewhat numb to the temperature, so she did not realize the continued heat was a small flow of continual wax, not just the remainder of the first load getting squeezed out by his thrusts. Dripping down her legs it started to stiffen and he started to straighten his own legs, causing his penis to hook on her insides and pull her up with him, forcing Jessica to straighten her limbs. The wax dripping down her legs then hardened like that however- locking her legs in that position and forming more cervine shape onto her. He started to throb powerfully again, but before he hit climax he pulled out! Jessica was already approaching hers as well, but him yanking out of her while his cock was still swollen extremely wide from her inner walls crushed against her clit and sent her screaming into an orgasm! She trembled uncontrollably against the wax starting to seal her thighs! Her pussy never closed! It was still wide open like his dick was inside of it even though it wasn't! The wax he coated it with hardened while it was stretched open, so now it was stuck like that! Just as her orgasm was starting to calm back down he rammed his dick back into her- but this time her small, virgin anus! She screamed out again in surprised pleasure as her orgasm spiked back up! His dick crammed itself in and again squished against her insides to conform to the shape of her ass just as he climaxed and fired hot wax up her intestines! Unlike her vulva which ended with her womb, the wax did not run out of room and get forced out this time- it just continued to scorch her deeper and deeper! She felt so incredibly bloated and heavy and hot! So very hot! Her legs would have buckled and cause her to collapse by now except she could not bend them! They looked like wax deer legs! The wax was too stiff for her to move her legs at all, and her arms were cast up to her elbows. Jess felt like it was exploding into her stomach again, but this time from the reverse direction! Her entire torso started to round out a bit, bloating from the massive load of wax inside of her. She felt a bit nauseous and suddenly threw up, but nothing came out except wax!
The beast's wax was still animated, even divided from him, so it was actually navigating its way through her entire body- allowing him to cum straight through her! The wax she was forced to spit up quickly slithered across the ground and up her arms, coating them further up- locking her elbow joints. The wax that dribbled down her lips and chin spread as far around her neck as it could before it hardened. His own body started to give off more and more heat. Jessica wanted to look back at him or try to squirm away but her limbs were locked to the ground, and there was already enough wax on her throat on the inside and outside to prevent her from turning her head! His body was liquefying a bit, causing him to shrink from removed wax, but also dripping hot wax all over her, causing Jess to squirm from the sensation of the hot wax. It was not dripping down- the wax dripped in whatever direction she still had uncovered skin in. The spirit started to shrink down to normal stag proportions by the time he finished and pulled out- this time his cock sliding back into the sheath.
He walked around her slowly and put his face close to hers a moment before huffing and then raising his head up high to observe the forest. Jessica would have said something but the inside of her mouth was coating in a hard wax cast that prevented her from moving her jaws. In fact- none of her body was exposed to the outside world! She was sealed entirely in a doe-shaped wax cast and completely unable to move! Even her pussy and anus was trapped open, because their insides were also trapped! Jess could breath just fine from the nostrils and mouth of the outer cast, but she could not move at all or make a sound! She would be stuck here completely at the mercy of whoever entered the forest and found her first.
Yes, the Pitchwood Forest is a cursed place indeed. No one enters it unless they absolutely have to. There have even been sightings of ghostly white deer statues appearing in the woods, and sometimes moans or other odd sounds coming from the woods, so people knew to stay well away from them.
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I always have hated packing for a trip, and packing for the trip down to my Great Aunt Ruby's house in Lexington, South Carolina was no exception. I packed all the essentials, my black suit, a couple of dressier outfits, and a good amount of summer attire. South Carolina gets hotter than a steam room in Hell in July, and I fully expected the temperature to be over 100 degrees every day that we would be down there. Other than the obvious bummer of going down there for a funeral, there was another significant downside to this trip: my mother simply refuses to fly. If the choice were between getting on a plane or being torn apart by a rabid pack of wild dogs; my mom would be crow bait.
We would make the thirteen-hour drive over the course of two days. I argued that we could do it all in one marathon session, especially since there were four available drivers; but my dad wouldn't hear of it. He hates being cooped up in the car for long periods of time. He was in a motorcycle accident in his twenties, and his back can't take sitting in one position for long periods of time. He even has this special chair in his office that he paid $1500 for that helps with the problem. Katie tried to sweet talk dad into letting her and I make the trip down alone, but that idea was vetoed too. So I helped load up the huge Cadillac Escalade, and we left our suburban Detroit home, and headed south.
I couldn't help thinking of the last trip that our family made together. My parents, Katie, our cousin Julia, and I drove the four hours to our vacation house in Northern Michigan. That trip changed my life. What would this trip hold in store for me? For us?
Katie was talking animatedly to my mom about her recent acceptance letter from Northwestern University. I had applied too, but I hadn't heard back from them yet. Julia had received her letter from them three days ago, and Katie had got her letter just one day later. I thought that this boded ill for my hopes of acceptance. The girls said to wait a bit longer, because all acceptance letters weren't mailed together. This seemed plausible, but I had my doubts. The girls had almost perfect grade point averages. Mine was good, but not great. I had also not participated in as many extracurricular activities as they had. All three of us had already been accepted to the University of Michigan months ago, but with our recent changes in our relationship statuses, being farther away from home would be better. The chance that anyone who knew us from school seeing us at Northwestern was slim to none. I can guarantee that at least a dozen of our classmates was headed to U of M, and that would make it damn near impossible to pull off our ruse of being "married" without rumors of us being related getting around. In Chicago, we could have an apartment off campus, along with Julia. This could be a cozy love nest for the three of us. I sighed loudly.
"Don't worry, Jack. Your letter will come soon. Mr. Colburn wrote all three of us glowing recommendations, and he is an N.U. alumnus, and is very active in their alumni association. He told me that he wrote two last year, and both of the students were accepted." She reached over, and gave my hand a squeeze.
"I guess I will know soon, one way or the other." I said distractedly, wondering who the two students from last year were, and if they would remember us as siblings. Maybe we should have applied to the University of Alaska. I bet we wouldn't know anyone there. My sister smoothly changed the subject, and soon my mom was droning on about the landscaping that she was designing for this wealthy couple that lived in Bloomfield Hills. The conversation eventually died, and my dad switched the satellite radio onto N.P.R.
"Jack, do you mind if I lean on you while I nap?" Katie asked. She had a mischievous glint in her eye. The sun set her red hair aflame, and contrasted spectacularly with her porcelain skin. How could I refuse such a beautiful girl?
"Sure, Kay. Knock yourself out." She smiled, and turned around to pull her throw blanket out of the cargo area. She covered up with half the blanket, and threw the other half over me. I never get cold, but I wasn't about to upset her over something so trivial. She put her head on my shoulder, wormed her right arm behind my back, and slung her left arm across my stomach, so she was hugging me. I have to admit that it felt incredible to have her that close to me. I closed my eyes, and leaned against her.
"Norm, look back there. Aren't they adorable? They look like little angels." I opened my eyes a tiny bit, and I saw my dad look into the rear-view mirror at us.
"Yeah, they're cute, all right. I think this is the first full minute of peace that we've had in almost nineteen years." My mom laughed raucously at my dad's joke, and then the conversation died again as their attention shifted back to N.P.R.
Katie's left arm slowly slid down my stomach, onto my thighs. Ever so slowly, I felt her hand move over my basketball shorts, and firmly grip my shaft with her tiny hand. She let out an almost imperceptible moan as she touched my cock. I know that nobody else in the car could have heard it. She didn't do anything with it, she just gripped it firmly, but just her touching it through my shorts made it rock hard within five seconds.
My sister began to move her hand slowly up and down my shaft. She did it ever so slightly, and not over the entire length, just a quarter inch at a time. Up, and down, just a tiny bit, then it gradually became a bit more. It was still really slow, but it was so incredibly erotic; especially with our parents just a couple of feet away. She then began to jerk me in earnest, her hand moved slowly, but her grip was firm, and she had done it to me enough times to know what she was doing. I was getting incredibly excited by the sheer dirtiness of it, and I needed her to slow down or I would soon have a huge, unexplained mess on the front of my shorts. I reached down, and gently removed her tiny hand from my cock.
My sister temporarily forgot her falling asleep act, and gave me a dirty look. She has the most beautiful green eyes. She always highlights them with a tiny bit of makeup, not a lot, just enough to make them "pop;" her words, not mine. I wanted her to know that I wasn't rejecting her, but that I was just getting too excited. I twined my fingers between hers, and held her hand lovingly. She let out an audible sigh, and put her head back down on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, and soon the hum of the car, and her close proximity lulled me to sleep.
My dreams were a jumble of half remembered images, and words that were whispered so softly that I couldn't make them out. I was in the hallway by the gym, book bag slung over my right shoulder. The crowd in the hallway parted, and Katie walked up to me. My sister was radiant. It seemed like everyone else in the hallway was in black and white, and she was the only one in color. It made me think of that scene in "Shindler's List" where the little girl wore the red coat. I laughed to myself, and brazenly enjoyed watching her walk up to me. A big gorilla of a football player bumped into me, breaking my reverie. The next thing I knew Katie was pulling me by the hand through the gym, headed toward the band rooms. Eerily, this part of the school was empty, and silent as a tomb.
"Jack, we need to talk," she said. I heard an uncharacteristic urgency in her voice.
"Sure, Kay, we can always talk about anything. You know that I'm always here for you." She pulled my arm, so that I spun to face her. She was crying. Tears ran unabashedly down her cheeks, and splashed the front of her brown leather coat.
"I just don't know how to say this..." She paused, and the thunder of my heartbeat drowned out her words. I tried to read her lips, but she was talking frantically, and sobbing, and I couldn't keep up.
Everything blurred, and shifted, and I was in my bedroom. I don't know how I knew that it was my bedroom, because my eyes were closed. Maybe on some level I knew that I was dreaming. I felt a mouth moving up and down my cock, and a tongue making motions as it went up and down my rod. I reached out to cradle the head that was doing this great and wonderful thing to my johnson. The strange thing was that the hair wasn't curly. It must be Julia. She is wonderful at giving blowjobs. The beautiful, willowy Julia was a goddess to behold. I smiled, and opened my eyes.
It was neither my sister, nor my Julia; it was Sandy Curry, the captain of the girls track team. Her brown eyes locked with mine, and she slid my pole out of her mouth with a noisy slurping sound.
"Hey, big guy." Her perfect white teeth sparkled in the sunshine streaming through my windows. Her smile warmed my heart, like she had smiled that same smile at me a million times before. She looked older, maybe twenty, or twentyne. She was pretty before, but the few extra years had refined her girl-next-door charms into breathtaking beauty. She was naked, and she slid her naked body up mine, and began kissing, and biting me on the neck. What was she doing here? I pushed her off top of me gently, but with enough emphasis to let her know that it was no accident.
"What's the matter, baby?" Her voice was honey on my eardrums.
"What are you doing here, Sandy?" Her expression turned from puzzled to hurt. She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, defensively.
"I live here, Jack. I've lived here with you for almost a year. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Her hurt expression was turning to anger, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop my eyes from roving over her nude form. Her eyes locked on mine again, drawing my gaze back to her face. "Not this shit again." She huffed, and stood up, pacing. "Let me guess, you are looking for your sister." She paused, and I began to notice the room behind her nude form. It wasn't my room at all. I had never been here before in my life.
"Where is she?" I asked. My voice sounded lost and pathetic to my own ears, I can't imagine what it sounded like to her. My heartbeat sounded like bass drums in my ears. Her pacing stopped, and she turned to me with an anguished look on her face.
"Jack," she paused, "I'm sorry, but they're all dead." Dread hit me like a freight train. The pain of loss and grief crushed me under its weight. "And now..." she slid a small stainless steel revolver from the nightstand, "I'm dead too." She put the gun under her chin, and pulled the trigger.
I awoke to the sound of my own scream, followed by the sound of Katie's puzzled cry. The SUV swerved violently.
"What the fuck?" my dad yelled as he brought the Escalade under control. My heart hammered in my chest, and black spots swam before my eyes as I hyperventilated. I felt Katie squeeze my hand beside me, and my mom threw off her seat belt, and turned to look me in the face. It was just a dream; their deaths, the time that had passed, it was all in my head. I was next to my sister, and my family, and they were all safe. But that dream seemed so fucking real.
"Are you OK, Jackson?" I nodded to my mom, as I tried to breathe deep and slow my heart down. Katie hugged me violently. My fear shifted from my dream, to the real-life fear that they would realize that my sister's hug meant more than it should.
"I'm fine, mom. It was just a nightmare." I slid myself out of the death grip that Katie had me in. "I'm fine, Kay. I just need some air." My sister looked hurt, and I couldn't help but compare that to the look Sandy had given me in my dream. I tried to give her a reassuring look, but she wasn't buying it.
My dad pulled off at the next rest stop. We were still on I-75 headed south. We all stopped into the bathroom, and upon a suggestion from my dad, he and I took a walk on a small trail. I knew that he needed to stretch his legs, but he must have had something on his mind to suggest that I accompany him. My dad was typically the strong silent type. He detested all this "touchy feely bullshit," and thought that most of the world's problems could be solved by "manning up." My dad is a great guy, a good father, and he loves his family; but he is not progressive in any emotional way. We walked a little way before he broke the silence.
"Are you doing all right, son? You have seemed different the last couple of weeks." If he only knew how different things were, then I began to wonder how much he actually knew. Deception and lies have a way of becoming a crazy cycle; and it always leads to paranoia. "I know that death isn't easy to deal with son, and I know things are changing really fast for you right now. It is hard growing up."
"Thanks, dad." I paused as we walked. "Things are just getting complicated, and hard to deal with." He chuckled to himself, as if I told a mildly amusing joke.
"Life is complicated, Jack. Nothing is really easy. Even when a choice seems cut and dry, there are always repercussions to everything we do. Welcome to the Big Leagues." He laughed, and I joined in. I knew that he was talking about something totally different than what was happening to me right now, but the analogy still rang true. "Is this thing with Northwestern bothering you? I always thought that you wanted to go to Michigan. You've talked about it since you were five years old."
"It's bothering me a little," I admitted rather sheepishly. "I guess that all the changes are a little overwhelming. I am going to be going to be moving away from home in another month, and starting a whole new phase of my life. It's a little tough for me." He clapped me on the shoulder.
"Jack, I raised you to be a good man, and you are smart. You will do fine wherever life takes you. Always believe in yourself. That is my best advice to you." He beamed a huge smile to me, which I returned, even though I felt a little bit like Judas. "What do you say that we get back on the road?"
"Sure." We walked back to the car, and got in. Katie gave me a nervous glare, but said nothing. I pulled my headphones out of my pocket, and got some music going on my phone. Katie got her blanket back out, and resumed cuddling with me. Her hand slid into mine, and she gave me a reassuring squeeze. I listened to song after song, and never once thought about taking another nap.
We stopped for the night at the Holiday Inn Express in Charleston, West Virginia. After stopping for lunch, and frequent breaks, this entire leg of the trip had taken just about eight hours. We checked into the hotel. My mom and dad had their own room, and Katie and I had a room to ourselves. It turned out that our rooms weren't even in the same wing of the building. We went to our room to drop off our bags, almost exploding with excitement at the possibilities of being able to spend an entire night alone. I opened our door, and we put our suitcases down. Katie closed the door, with a giggle, and held up the Do Not Disturb sign.
"Do you think we will need this tonight?" My sister seemed totally free from stress this evening. Her demeanor earlier today seemed to shift between being stressed out, and being concerned for me. I felt her gaze on me randomly all day long. When I would meet her eyes, she would seem to wordlessly ask me if I was really OK; or her eyes would dart away, like she had things on her own mind. It was nice to see her looking, and sounding carefree again.
Our room had two full-sized beds. It was spacious enough, but utilitarian. I sat down on one of the beds. It was very firm, but was serviceable enough for us to actually get some sleep on. I was thinking of this, when I was blindsided by my sister diving at me. I saw a blur of red curls, and then I was pinned to the bed by her tiny flying body. Katie turned and her mouth found my mouth before I could even utter a word of protest. Our lips slid across each other's, and my hand seemed to find its own way to my favorite part of her body; her magnificent bubble butt. I rubbed my hand over her ass, and she moaned into the kiss, and slid her tongue into my mouth. I was hard instantly, as she ground her leg against my steel hard shaft.
"Oh god, Jack, I want you so bad right now." I brought my hand up, and brushed my thumb across her nipple. It was harder than Chinese calculus. My cell phone started chiming in my pocket. I had a call coming in. I slid my hand in between us, and retrieved my phone. I looked at the caller I.D. Shit...
"It's mom," I said, to calm the sexual tension down between us. I pressed answer on my touchscreen. "Hi, mom. What's up?" My tempestuous sister refused to play nice. She slid down in the floor between my legs, and started untying the drawstring holding up my basketball shorts.
"Hey, Jack. Your dad wants to walk over to the Shoney's that we saw down the street." Katie had slid my cock free, and had taken about six inches of it into her mouth. She was busily trying to push the rest of it into her throat. She was making a good effort, but I was just trying to keep it together while on the phone.
"That sounds great, mom." My sister had given up trying to deep throat me, and just settled for frantic fellatio instead. She was bobbing up and down furiously, and her mouth was making smacking, and slurping sounds. I cupped my hand over the receiver, so that my sister's cock sucking noises wouldn't be overheard.
"How long do you think it will be before you two are ready?" My ability to maintain focus was wavering. The situation had escalated past the point of no return; and this thing was happening, one way, or the other.
"Maybe fifteen minutes, mom. Katie is in the bathroom. I think that big lunch that she ate didn't agree with her. I'll need to pee when she gets out, too." My sister began rubbing my ball sack, and running her fingernails roughly across it's wrinkled surface. I wanted to moan, but couldn't.
"Try to hurry her up, Jack. Your father is hungry, and he gets grouchy when he's hungry." I pulled the phone away from my ear.
"Hurry up in there, Kay." I looked dead into her emerald green eyes. "Mom and dad want to go eat." Katie said something indistinct from around my penis. I guess it sounded enough like a through-the-door answer to my mom.
"We'll meet you in the lobby as soon as we can, mom." I pushed the end call icon on my screen. "C'mon, Kay. I need to cum too bad now to stop." She looked up as a sign of agreement, and began to use her hand to stroke me, along with sucking me. She jerked the bottom part, and sucked the top. Her rhythm got faster, and faster, until she was bumping her lips with her knuckles on the down stroke. I wanted to tell my beautiful sibling to be careful, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. It just felt too damn good.
"Faster, Kay," I urged instead. Slippery saliva coated the entire length of my shaft, and she went about pleasing me like a woman possessed. I could take no more. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned, but she knew what she was about, and kept going. The first spurt filled her mouth with my seed, and she almost gagged; but held back, only spilling a few drops that dribbled down her chin. The remaining spurts of my jizz were comfortably within her skill limits, and she kept it up until I tapped her and let her know that I was finished with my orgasm. She raised her head with a triumphant look in her eyes. She wiped her chin with a finger, and sucked the finger into her mouth greedily. She stood up, like a woman possessed, grabbed her makeup and toiletry bag, and headed to the bathroom.
I laid there for a minute to catch my breath, and then got up to pee. I always seem to have to pee after I cum. Usually, I am inclined to snuggle with my partner before urination, but this wouldn't be one of those times. When I entered the bathroom, Katie was brushing her teeth. She flushed a shade of pink, and looked embarrassed. I went to the toilet, and began doing my business. Katie finished brushing, and rinsed her mouth with water from a paper cup.
"Jack," my sister said sheepishly.
"Yeah, sweetie," I answered.
"I wasn't brushing my teeth because your cum tastes nasty, or anything." She was speaking in a frantic tone, like she thought that she had to apologize for something. "It is because I didn't want them to smell cum on my breath. It has nothing to do with the way that you taste; you actually taste kind of yummy." She would have rattled on if I hadn't interrupted.
"Kay, it's fine. Thank you for the blowjob. It was spontaneous and wonderful. You are the most awesome girlfriend that a guy could ever have. I just wish that I could repay the favor."
"Thanks, Jack. You are the most awesome boyfriend a girl could ever have; that even two girls could ever have. You can definitely pay me back later." She had finished brushing her hair, and was working on touching up her lip gloss.
"You sound like you have plans for us."
"I do. I hope you brought your trunks. They have a pool downstairs, and a hot tub." She gave me a conspiratorial smile, as she slid down her panties. "I can't wear these, they're soaked." I couldn't help but notice the panty liner on the inside of her pink bikini panties. I wonder what is going on with that. Katie having her period couldn't happen at a worse time. I came back into the bedroom, just as she was sliding her shorts over a pair of pale green bikini panties. I really didn't know how to go about starting a conversation for this topic, so I just jumped into it with both feet.
"Are you on your period, Kay?" She looked a little startled, but didn't look offended.
"Nope, it should be time for it soon though, probably within the next few days. I figured that it couldn't hurt to wear a liner, plus I knew that I would probably be super moist because I'd be so close to you all day. I couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about you all the way down here. Are you ready?"
I was, and we walked to the elevator together. I loved looking at her ass in those shorts. They really didn't leave a lot to the imagination. They climbed up her butt crack enticingly, and usually revealed a spectacular camel toe in the front. The sight was still pretty impressive even with her panty liner in. My mom calls them her "rape me" shorts. I know that most guys feel possessive, and never want their girlfriends to wear sexy stuff, not to mention their sisters; and although she was both, I didn't mind. It always made me feel like a stud when I walked into a place, and all the guys stared at the chick I was with. It never mattered to me even when she and I were platonic, and it made things a million times hotter now. We stopped touching before the elevator hit the lobby, and moved a safe distance apart. My parents were sitting in the lobby, and at the first sight of us, my dad sprang to his feet. They both looked impatient, although we had only missed the fifteen-minute mark by a minute or two; which under the circumstances, I found to be incredible.
"Thank god! I'm starving," my dad grumbled. "Katie, are you going to go out in public with those shorts on?"
"Oh, Norm, she wears those all the time. You just never notice." I n
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oticed though. These are the exact same little pink shorts that she wore on our trip up North, a few weeks ago. I could tell that my dad still didn't like it, but he didn't want to argue. He was hungry; besides, he wasn't the type of parent to make her go back upstairs to change anyway. We walked the two blocks to Shoney's in just a few minutes.
We were seated immediately. Our waitress was a pretty young brunette. She looked like a girl working her way through college. Katie noticed my quick appraisal, and gave me a frown. I wasn't really doing anything wrong, I was just being a guy; but I kept my eyes to myself or on her for the rest of our meal. I couldn't believe that Katie ate an entire double-decker burger and fries.
It only started getting weird when my mom observed that Katie and I seemed to be getting along better over the last few weeks. Katie answered her smoothly with some shit about how we made a pact to get along better, and not to argue. She said that we could possibly get an apartment together in college. I couldn't come up with some bullshit like that right off the top of my head in a million years. I'm glad she answered the question before I stammered out something unintelligible, but her ability to fabricate plausible stories at a moment's notice is something that I will have to be on the lookout for, now that our relationship has changed. Then the bomb dropped, from my dad of all people.
"Katie-bear, are your lips swollen?" Oh fuck! By the startled look on her face, my sister was thinking the same thing. Then the deer in the headlights look fell away, and she gave an answer as slick as butter on Teflon.
"Yes, daddy," she said in her 'daddy's girl voice.' "I burnt them yesterday on my curling iron. Julia called me while I was experimenting with curling my bangs, and I tried to answer the curling iron." What the fuck? Where does she get this bullshit from?
"Ouch," my mom said. "You need to be more careful, Katie."
"I will mom. I put ice on it right afterwards. I can hardly feel it today. They are just a little swollen." And just like that, the discussion was over. If it had been my lip that had been swollen, it would have been a half an hour interrogation. I promised that from now on, I would let my sister answer any question where we had to lie. She was the sensei of deception. Then I thought about how she had acted so awkward the other day when my mom came in while I was rubbing her back. She had been in total panic mode. This was something to think about.
The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The evening was warm, but not unbearably hot. The humidity was actually less than it usually was in Michigan. The sun was hanging low in the sky as we went into the lobby.
"What do you guys have planned for the evening?" my mom asked, as we were riding up together in the elevator. My dad had stayed downstairs in the business center to check his emails.
"We're going to head down to the pool, and then probably get some sleep," explained Katie.
"Don't stay up too late, kids. We have a full day tomorrow." My mom ruffled my short brown hair. "Set your alarm for 8 A.M."
"We will!" we chimed in unison, and just like that, we were alone for the evening. I don't actually remember walking back to the room. I just seem to remember my mom heading for her room, and then we were in ours. I expected the swimming thing not to actually happen. It seemed like when we were alone that all we ended up doing was having sex as many times as possible. This time I just got a fairly tame kiss from my sister. She told me to get my suit on, fished out a brightly colored bag from her suitcase, and walked into the bathroom.
I got my trunks out. They were a bright teal color, and were made like cargo shorts. They even had a Velcro "zipper" down the front. I'm sure that my sister would have preferred me in a speedo, but that just wasn't my style. I pulled on a baggy t-shirt, just as the bathroom door opened. My sister emerged wearing the complimentary hotel robe, with her long red curls pulled back in a ponytail. We both slipped on flip flops, she gave me a peck on the lips, and we headed downstairs to the pool.
The smell of chlorine was strong in the hallway leading up to the pool house. The pool was surprisingly large, with two large hot tubs, and a lounge area. There were huge windows that showed the sunset outside, but I still couldn't figure out why anyone would want lounge beside an indoor pool. Sure enough, there were two guys occupying loungers about mid-way down one side of the pool. They were probably in their mid-forties, and I pegged them as business travelers, rather than tourists.
We put our towels on two of the loungers closest to the hot tubs, and across from the other patrons. I pulled my shirt off, and slipped out of my flip flops. I heard the conversation of the two guys drop off suddenly, and one of them exclaimed, "Good lord!" I turned, and saw immediately what the fuss was about. Katie had removed her robe, and was wearing the briefest bikini that I had ever seen in person. The top was made of two triangles that were maybe a quarter of an inch larger than her areolas, and some string. The bottom was just as brief. The front of it was a triangle that just barely covered her pussy. I saw what had taken her so long in the bathroom: she had shaved her little strip of pubic hair off in order to wear this suit. The back was a string that ran between her two magnificent ass cheeks. She turned slowly in a circle to model it for me.
"What do you think, Jack?" she asked, perfectly confident in getting a positive reaction from me. I realized then that my mouth had been hanging open. I was busy trying to rationalize this suit in my mind. On Julia, this suit would have been remarkable. Julia is tall, and lithe, and built like a runway model. She is a smallish C cup upstairs, and is beautiful sculpted downstairs. My sister is very petite and very curvy, and built like a porn star. She is 5 feet tall, with a slim waist, and an hourglass figure. She is a DD cup upstairs, and has an ass that any Brazilian swimsuit model would kill for. On her, this suit was damn near indecent.
"Hello... Earth to Jack, what do you think?" Her big green eyes danced with amusement as she watched my reaction.
"It's... ummm... It's definitely something, Kay. Wow!" She beamed her thousand watt smile at me. I had to be the luckiest guy in the world to be with this gorgeous young woman.
"I seem to be getting the same reaction from those older guys over there," she said, motioning her head to the guys on the other side of the pool. This motion did interesting things to her breasts in that suit. I felt myself getting hard very quickly. I needed to find some water, and get in it; fast. My redheaded sex goddess read my mind; being omniscient, like all the great deities. She grabbed my hand, and led me toward the hot tub. We inched slowly into the water, because it was really fucking hot, and the two forty-somethings tried not to be too obvious while still craning their necks for a good view. Finally, the water level was up to her neck, they resumed their conversation, assuming that the show was over. She was sitting near me, but I could see that she wanted to be closer to me. I put my arm around her, and pulled her to my side. She smiled brightly at me again.
"Have I told you today how incredible you are, and how much I love you?" She actually had the nerve to look shy about this conversation while wearing those three postage stamps that she called a bikini.
"No. I don't believe you have. How much do you love me, Jackson King?" she asked breathily. I scooped her up, onto my lap, and put my arms around her.
"Katelyn King, I love you with all my heart. As much as east is far from west, and as much as north is far from south. If I could marry you tonight Katie, I would gladly do so." Tears rolled gently down her cheeks. "Is this water too hot for you, Kay?" She giggled at my attempt to lighten the mood.
"How did I ever get so lucky, Jack?" It was my turn to laugh.
"I think that everyone in this room, including those dudes over there, know that I am the luckiest man alive to be with you. You are smart, and interesting, and definitely gorgeous." She giggled musically again.
"You forgot one thing, Jack."
"What's that Kay?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
"I'm forbidden. I'm taboo. Doesn't it make it just a bit naughtier that I'm your sister?" What she was saying was true. At first it was the rationale that I used to keep myself from acting on my impulses with her; however, after we had already consummated our relationship, her being my sister did make it hotter. "I know that you've thought about it Jack. Who else has been with me almost my entire life? You have been there for me through thick and thin, you've stood up for me against bullies, and even got your ass kicked more than once for me. You were even there for all the little things, like helping me with my homework, and teaching me how to ride my bike without training wheels. Our parents were never there to do that stuff for us. I'm not crying over spilled milk; because I think that made us stronger in a lot of ways, but it also made us depend on each other. Now we have just taken that one step farther, and depend of each other to satisfy our baser desires. What could be more natural?"
I said nothing. She was one hundred percent right in what she was saying; however, I was pretty sure that there was a tiny bit of rationalization on both our parts. I guess it is human nature to look for the good in our actions, and not for the bad. I honestly couldn't see anything evil in the two of us loving one another completely. Society said that it was wrong; but for old and outdated reasons.
I did what I did whenever the weight of society's laws leaned on me; I chose not to care. I kissed my sister passionately. She returned my passion with equal fervor. After several long minutes, she stood up and straddled me. Our lips locked again, and I lost myself in the woman that I loved. Time seemed to stand still, as our hands roamed over each other's body eagerly. For those moments, we were the only two people on Earth. She ground against my steel hard shaft through my trunks.
"I need you inside me, Jack." I kissed her neck, and just hearing her say that sent shivers down my spine.
"Sure, baby. Let's get back to the room as quickly as possible." I was already planning how to hide my erection behind my towel. I felt her shift her weight, and begin to pull on the Velcro that was holding my trunks on.
"No, Jack. I can't wait for us to get back to the room. I need it right now." Her eyes shone with an iron hard will. She would get what she wants, one way, or another. I reached down, and separated the fly in my suit, freeing my long shaft between us. Wordlessly, she slid her laughably small suit to the side, positioned me at the entrance to her tunnel of love, and pushed against me until I began to slide inside of her.
My sister is always incredibly tight, and this time didn't disappoint. It was like squeezing your hand into a fist, and then trying to shove your dick inside of it. Luckily, she was really, really wet. She began to work herself up and down on my cock, and eventually she began to work more, and more of me inside her holiestf-holies.
"Oh god, Jack, just like that, baby!" She was being awfully loud, and I realized that I heard no conversation from the business types. With the noises we were making, and motions that we were doing, there could be no way that they didn't know that we were having sex just twenty feet away. She had given up caring, and decided just to go for it, and I just said fuck it, why not?
She was doing all the work, and I wasn't in any position to make any thrusts upward. I held her hips, to steady her, and help her to keep her rhythm. This was all about her, but I was going to do my best to cum when she did, so that I didn't have to get out of this hot tub with a raging hard on. This plan ended up having absolutely zero chance of success. She was riding me furiously, and with absolute abandon, and she came loudly twenty seconds after I touched her hips.
"Oh god, yes Jack!" she cried as she came. Her pussy contracted like a vice, but she never stopped riding me, or changed her pace one bit. "Now it's time for you, babe," she whispered in my ear. She started gripping me every time she slid my cock out of her, so that she was milking my cock.
"I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, so you can hop off, Kay."
"No. I want to feel it inside me, Jack. Please, just one more time." Her eyes were the window to her soul, and her soul was pleading with me. I melted inside. How could I say no to her?
"Sure, Katie, if that's what you want." It was really starting to feel good right now. My orgasm would happen really soon.
"Oh yeah, baby. Give me all your cum. Please cum in me, Jack. I want to feel you explode inside me. Make me your dirty cum whore." Between the rhythmically squeezing my cock with her tight teenaged pussy, and her dirty mouth, I could take no more.
"Oh god, Kay. I'm gonna cum." I tried to be discrete, but it didn't really matter anymore. My balls tightened, and I shot my load deep into my sister's belly. It kept going, and going, and when I was almost done, she came again; pushing big thick gobs of my sticky cum out into the steaming hot water. This time her orgasm was silent, because she came too hard to howl. Between how wet she was, and all of my jizz; she pushed my cock entirely out of her, and just continued to grind my shaft between her lips, and against her clit. She shook bodily for so long that I thought something might be wrong with her, and then she sagged bonelessly against me.
I let her rest for a couple of minutes, but I knew that we needed to get up, and get out of there before we were caught. As soon as I could, I slid her alleged bikini bottom back into place, and sealed up my Velcro fly. I helped her out of the hot tub, and she responded better than I had hoped. As soon as we stood up to leave, the two business guys stood up, and started clapping like they were at a Broadway show. I had to have turned beet red; but Katie, being Katie, gave them a theatrical bow, which exposed a vast amount of her boobs. She slipped on the hotel robe, and pulled me behind her by the hand.
"That is one lucky sonovabitch," I heard one business type say to the other. I had to agree wholeheartedly. The walk back up to the room seemed to take no time at all. We would have strolled hand in hand, but it would have been just our luck to run into our parents. As soon as our door was closed, Katie stripped off her robe and suit, leaving a trail of clothes headed toward the bathroom.
"I need to get this chlorine off, Jack. I can already feel my skin starting to itch. If you ask nicely, I might even let you wash me." She giggled, and poked her head out of the bathroom. "Can you grab my loofah and body wash from my suitcase?" I saw her red hair whip back through the doorway, and the water started running in the shower. I opened her suitcase and found her bath kit. I got the loofah, the peach scented body wash, and brought her shampoo and conditioner, even though she had not specifically asked for it. When I got in the bathroom, she was already in the shower rinsing off. I stripped off my trunks, and hung them off the edge of the sink to dry, and stepped into the shower with all the bottles in my arms.
"Hey handsome," she said with a big grin. "I wondered if you had missed my subtle hint that I wanted you to join me." I laughed, and started putting the bottles down on the edge of the tub. I towered over my sister by 15 inches. With her curly red hair wet, the top of her head didn't even reach my chin. I reached down, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her up to kiss her. My arms encircled her waist, and held her there effortlessly. She might have weighed maybe 120 pounds soaking wet; which she was, in every meaning of the word. After a couple of minutes of kissing, I turned our bodies so that the water ran down my back, and didn't touch her. She broke the kiss immediately.
"Hey, big bro, that's no fair. Now I'm going to get cold." Her lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. I put her down, and rinsed the chlorine off in earnest; and then I picked her back up, and put her in front of the shower's spray. "Thanks, but I preferred to be a little cold, but still being kissed by you." I decided to ignore the hint, and I picked up her loofah, and began squeezing body wash on it.
"I distinctly remember you saying that I could wash you." I agitated the folds of the loofah to get the soap to foam.
"I said that you might, if you ask nicely." She grinned mischievously at me. "I don't remember you asking at all; much less nicely." I went down to one knee, and took her tiny hand in my big, sudsy hand, in a blatant play on a marriage proposal.
"Katelyn King, will you let me wash your body, let me dry you off, let me carry you into our bed and make love to you?" She giggled, but her eyes were alive with more than just amusement.
"Yes, Jack, so long as we both shall live." She threw her arms around me, hugging me to her ample bosom. I stood, and gently turned her around, so that her back was facing me. I planted a kiss on her neck, and she shivered. My hardness pushed almost into the middle of her back, so I scooted back a bit. I washed her back slowly, taking my time to get the tiny curve above her ass. I moved closer, putting my chest against her. I moved the loofah slowly over her smooth, flat belly. I let my soapy left hand caress her left breast, and I began to make slow circles on her areola. I was careful not to touch the nipple. I just wanted to tease her. I leaned my face down into her red hair, and began to lightly kiss the side of her neck.
"Oh god, baby. That feels so fucking good." She uttered these words slowly, and breathlessly, and I could tell that she liked the mood that I was setting. I swabbed the loofah puff across her breasts, but I did more teasing with my left hand. I stepped back, and she sighed. I knelt down behind her, and began to soap her impossibly sexy ass. I switched hands with the loofah, and ran my slippery right hand down her crack. I ran my fingers over the puckered star of her asshole, and she moaned aloud, and spread her legs even farther apart. I ignored the hint, and simply swabbed the poof across the bottom of her belly, and worked the soap slowly over, and between the lips of her swollen, pink pussy.
I was throbbing with need to be inside her, but I wanted to finish what I started. She leaned her palms against the wall of the shower, and her knees started shaking. I planted a kiss in the small of her back, and I soaped one leg slowly, then the other. I lifted her feet one by one, and soaped them, and washed between her toes, kissing the soles of her feet. They were so soft. I stood, and pulled her against me, and began to rinse her body. She leaned into me, and let me move her body this way, and that with no hesitation. When I lifted one of her legs to rinse her pussy, she moaned lustily. I turned her to face me, and I began to rinse her back, and ass. She ran her fingers over my hard shaft, and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head. I had to say that I think I was as close to cumming as she was after this erotic experience. I let the water run between us for a few seconds, rinsing off the suds that she had pressed onto me.
"Do you want me to wash your hair, Kay?" He green eyes looked up into mine.
"Yeah, I do, but I need you to fuck me a lot more, Jack." I kissed her, and she swooned into it, and gripped my rock-hard rod. I picked her up, stepped out of the shower, and turned the water off. She let me dry her slowly and thoroughly, and then I quickly toweled myself off. I picked her up, like a groom about to cross the threshold with his new bride. I carried her into the bedroom, and sat her gently on the bed. She pulled me on top of her, as she laid down, her hands caressing my back lovingly. She guided me gently to the opening of her dripping wet snatch, and wrapped her legs around me as I entered her. A small orgasm took her when I got as far in as I could go, threatening to push me out again. Surprisingly, she was quiet while cumming, which was a rarity for my sister.
She finished cumming, then began to flex her legs while I stroked; trying to push me deeper inside her. I kissed her lips, and neck, and then pushed my body more erect as I started thrusting harder into her.
"Oh god. Yes, Jack. Fuck me harder." I increased my tempo, and she squeezed me harder with her legs. Almost without warning, I was cumming into her sweet little pussy. She pulled my head close to her, and whispered how much she loved me into my ear as I came. I leaned off to one side of her when I was done, my face still half buried in her damp hair. I rubbed her belly as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I slid my hand down over her freshly shaved mound. It was slippery from her cum, and mine; but I knew that she still needed to cum again. I gathered some of the wetness, and began to rub her clit slowly with my middle finger. I rubbed up and down, first slowly, but with increasing frequency. She moaned louder, and louder, and finally mashed my hand with hers, trapping it on her clit as she came.
As soon as her thighs parted, I scooted down in the bed, and slid my middle finger inside of her. She was super wet, and she was still quivering inside from her most recent orgasm. I moved my finger inside her gently, until I got adjusted, and found a rough spot inside her that made her gasp when I rubbed it; then I finger fucked her like a mad man, hitting that spot over and over. I did it faster, and faster, until her fuck hole was making wet noises, and my knuckles solidly smacked against her puffy pussy lips.
She finally had the orgasm that I had been looking for all evening. Her back arched involuntarily, and her thighs crushed my fingers. Steaming hot girl cum filled my palm, and squirted onto the bed, as I kept pushing my finger in and out of her; despite the wrist lock that she had on me. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open in wordless ecstasy. After thirty seconds, or so, her body slumped back against the bed; spent. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and it was probably another minute or two before she released the death grip on my hand. I moved back up next to her, and hugged her to me. She hugged me back, but she only had enough strength to get her head up on my shoulder. We lay quietly for a long time, just enjoying being with each other.
"Damn, Jack. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She had a dreamy quality to her voice, and I knew that sleep wouldn't be far off for my beautiful sister.
"It's always my pleasure, Kay." She turned, and smiled at me.
"We should switch to the other bed though; there is a gigantic wet spot on this one." She was right. There was a huge damp spot on the hotel comforter. I slid my arms beneath her, scooped her up, and laid her down on the neighboring full sized bed. I pulled the covers back over her, and climbed in the other side, spooning myself against her back.
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"Promise me one thing, Jack." She said this with a bit of apprehension in her voice that disturbed me.
"Anything, Katie."
"Promise that you won't ever leave me." She sounded so innocent, and afraid.
"Never," I said, as sleep closed in. "I promise." Mercifully, there were no dreams that night.
My alarm was a rude awakening the next morning. Katie showered, and then I showered while she was fixing her hair and makeup. We put our swim suits in plastic bags, and packed all of our stuff back into our suitcases. Miraculously, we finished just as my mom called, wanting to know when we would be ready to leave.
We all met in the lobby, checked out, and loaded our bags into the back of the huge white SUV. We stopped at Shoney's again, and all ate from their breakfast bar. I was amazed at the amount of food that my sister put away. I guess she burnt a lot of calories last night; we did have sex three times. The chat was light that morning. My dad notice that Katie's lips were no longer swollen, and that she had a "decent" outfit on for a change. Mom said that Katie had a healthy "glow" about her, whatever that means. She also said that she was really happy about our "agreement," and that we were actually starting to act like grownups. We got back on the road, and headed towards South Carolina. We stopped several times for bathroom breaks, and gas, and once for lunch. Overall the trip took us another eight hours.
My Great Aunt Ruby was a powerhouse of a woman, but not in a physical way. She is short, and slightly chubby; but she has a powerful presence. She runs a bed and breakfast in Lexington, which is a suburb of Columbia. Bed and breakfast might be a bit of a misnomer, but that is what she calls it. I think that it is more like the boarding house that Forrest Gump's mother ran. It was once a huge plantation house that had been damaged by a fire in the 1920's. The family had it gutted, and the interior redesigned to be a boarding house. It kept my dad's family from financial ruin during the Great Depression, and probably kept a lot of children from being homeless. It became modestly successful as a bed and breakfast in the 1990's, but Aunt Ruby's arthritis had limited her ability to take on too many guests at once.
I hadn't seen her in probably five years, but it didn't look like she had changed a bit. She hugged each one of us, and exalted about "how much that we've grown," and "what a big, handsome man I had become," and what "a beautiful young woman" that Katie had grown into.
Behind Aunt Ruby were the other people from the family who came to greet us, including a surprise visitor: Julia. She looked radiant as ever. She was wearing a blue tank top with jean shorts, and running shoes. Her shorts were so short that the front pockets hung out below the leg holes, but somehow Julia made it look regal instead of trashy. After our Aunt Ruby finished with us, and started talking with our parents, Katie ran over and hugged Julia fiercely. I strolled over, and hugged her myself. I squeezed her tight, and whispered in her ear, "I've missed you, babe. I didn't expect to see you here."
"I've missed you too, Jack. Aunt Barb had requested that I should be here, so her lawyer had me, and my mom flown in." Then she spoke her next sentences very quietly, so that Katie couldn't hear them. "We need to talk about something, but not tonight. I don't want to ruin our reunion. God knows that I need some time with both of you. I'll take you for a walk tomorrow, and we will ask her not to join us." I pulled back from her embrace, but her face was as enigmatic as the Sphinx. I knew that I would get nothing further from her. Julia was not like my sister, whom I could pry information from.
"Sure, Jules, that sounds good." This immediately piqued the interest of my sister.
"What sounds good?" Katie said. Julia released me, and leaned between us, so that only we could hear.
"I want us all get together tonight after everyone is asleep. Maybe we can meet at the back door about three A.M." Julia avoided the issue she had been speaking to me about, but brought up the burning topic that I wanted to discuss. I wanted a ménage-à-trois with the two most beautiful women that I knew. Julia and I hadn't been together since we came back from vacation.
"Where are we going to do it?" Katie looked hesitant, but I've seen her look hesitant a thousand times and Julia would still talk her into helping in one of her hair-brained schemes.
"We are sharing a room. Jack is bunking with Tommy, so he shouldn't be a problem. We will bring a blanket, sneak out the back door, and go behind the barn. I've already checked it out. Nobody will see us there, and we won't have to be dead silent; especially since one of us seems to have a particular fondness for being loud at inopportune times." She looked dead at my sister, who flushed a spectacular shade of crimson.
"Sounds like a plan to me," I added quickly, before Julia could throw any more jabs at my little sis.
We were greeted by everyone, and after dropping off our bags, we were rushed to the table for a late supper. There were about fifteen members of our family staying there, and they had eaten earlier; "at a decent time." Things were crowded, but it was a congenial atmosphere. I had to share my Cousin Tommy's room, and sleep on a cot. Tommy was a really cool guy. Even when we were kids, he never tried to make me feel shitty that I was two years younger than him. Most kids never want a "baby" around them, even if the kid is just a year or two younger. I think Tommy always wanted a younger brother, and I occasionally filled that void. He was going into his junior year at the University of South Carolina, and permanently lived at Aunt Ruby's. After dinner, I talked for a bit with the family, and I headed on up to Tommy's room. I took a quick shower, then Tommy and I caught up for a half hour, or so. He seemed to be doing well. I set my alarm on my phone, so that the alert would come out of my headphone jack, put one headphone in my ear, and quickly dozed off to sleep.
I was rudely awakened the beeping of my alarm in my left ear at 2:55 A.M. I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, a tank top, and tucked in my Air Jordan's laces without tying them. I looked over at my sleeping cousin. Tommy gave a muffled grunt once, and turned over, but he seemed to drop back to sleep right afterwards. I headed downstairs as quickly, and as quietly as I could. I found Julia waiting alone by the door. She looked effortlessly beautiful in the dim light.
"Hey, beautiful," I said in my smoothest tone.
"Hey yourself, sexy man." Her smile melted my heart. There was way more between us that just simple sexual attraction. I wonder why it took me so long to see this fact for myself; but then I was the guy who didn't notice that his own sister was headver-heels in love with him for two years. I am beginning to think that I am the epitome of obtuseness.
"Where's Katie?" I asked. I was confused at her absence.
"She said that she didn't want to come along." I could hear the tension in her voice. I wasn't sure if they had argued, or if Julia was just disappointed; either way, it was just going to be us two. She bent down and picked up a folded blanket, exposing an expanse of taunt, tanned, teenage ass flesh; which I promptly pinched softly. She turned, and handed me the blanket, and kissed me softly on the lips. There was plenty of heat behind the kiss, but it was different than when we first started having sex. "C'mon, Jack. We have to be quick, but I really need to be with you right now. It has been way too long." She opened the back door silently, and I slipped out behind her, shutting the door quietly.
The moon was bright enough to see by, but I was still glad for the clearly defined cobblestone path. We walked hand in hand for about five minutes before we reached the dark hulking form of the barn. It appeared to be a hundred years old, if it was a day; and looked slightly menacing in the moonlight. She led me around to the back side of the structure where there was a neatly tended lawn of newly mown grass. There was even a flood light back here, although I couldn't figure out the reasoning behind its presence. Julia must have seen the look of puzzlement on my face.
"This was your Uncle Gary's smoking spot," Julia said, speaking of Aunt Ruby's brother, who passed away from cancer two years ago. "I went for a walk with Ruby today, and she told me all about it. She said that she keeps the spot nice as a way of remembering him." In the middle of the pool of light, next to the wall of the barn was a simple three-legged stool. It was well worn, from years of use, and I could almost picture Uncle Gary sitting on it, and leaning against the garage, smoking a cigar. She pulled the blanket from my arms, and started spreading it over the manicured turf.
"Maybe we should do it somewhere else. It's kinda creepy to do it here, it's almost like Uncle Gary is watching us." She smirked at me crookedly.
"If he were watching us, I'm sure that he would enjoy the show." Julia walked to the center of the blanket, and pulled her tank top over her head. Her teenaged breasts stood high and firm on her chest, and her nipples were so hard that they could have etched a diamond. All of a sudden I forgot about Uncle Gary, and all that mattered in the world was the two of us alone together, becoming one. I stepped onto the blanket, and took her in my arms. Her lips locked to mine in an instant, and her nipples poked gloriously against my chest through my shirt. I felt her pulling my shorts and boxers down, my erect cock springing free. I was so focused on Julia that I wasn't even aware that I had become hard. I tried to get the top button of her tight shorts unfastened, and kept fumbling with it, as she hauled my own shirt over my head. As smooth as I liked to believe myself to be sometimes, I still am a fumble-fingered teenager. Her fingers snaked between mine, and in half a second, her shorts were sliding over her perfect hips and onto the ground.
I felt her pulling me down onto the blanket, and I flowed along with her, ending with my naked body on top of hers. I kissed down her neck, and she moaned with need. Both of my hands moved up under to cup her breasts, and I rubbed across both of her nipples at once. This elicited a throaty growl from Jules, who seemed to be driven mad with lust. I slid one hand down her belly, and onto her hot little pussy mound. She was so excited that I could feel her wetness on her little triangle of pubic hair before I even slipped my fingers between her engorged pussy lips. I kept kissing down on her body.
"Oh, my god, Jack! Stop teasing and fuck me, already!" She pulled my face from between her tits, so that I could position myself how she wanted me. I didn't need to be told twice. I was really excited too, and could feel the slipperiness of my pre-cum on her flat belly. She tilted her hips, and guided me to the entrance of her slick tunnel. I felt her rub my engorged head up and down her slit a couple of times, liberally coating me with her sweet lubrication. I was a little disappointed that we didn't have more foreplay, and that this would probably not be a marathon sex session. Both of us were way too horned up for that. I pushed against her, and felt the tip begin to push inside of her. "Please go slow, baby," she urged me. I didn't want to hurt her, so I did as she asked. I knew that she enjoyed sex in a very different way that my pain loving sister. I used steady pressure at first, and began to slowly push in, and then pull out of her sopping wet pussy. I could literally hear how wet she was. No matter how lubed up she was, she was undeniably tight. She and I hadn't fucked in while; and by the way I was struggling to enter her, she hadn't had more than a couple of my sister's fingers inside of her since the last time we were together. Finally, my purple mushroom shaped head popped all the way in, and it was just a matter of slow, easy pressure to slide the rest of the way in.
I enjoyed the difference between the girls. My sister's pussy is much smaller than Julia's. Not that Julia's is humongous, or anything; but I can fit almost all my length inside of her before I bottom out. When I am fully inside Katie, there are almost three inches of myself that I can't fit in her tiny box. Both girls feel equally good; but they are just different. And different is how I would describe our lovemaking, because making love was different for Julia and me. When we first began having sex, it was animalistic. We were like two strange dogs humping in an alley behind a dumpster. It was just dirty. This was... well... beautiful. Our bodies moved as one, but instead of being in a fuck-frenzy, we took our time. Maybe it was time that made it different. We knew that we had time: an entire lifetime of it. This thing of ours was no longer limited by the length of a vacation, but only by how much we cared for one another.
Her fingers traced patterns through my short brown hair, and she got closer and closer to her orgasm. I started to move faster, but she whispered for me to "slow down, because it will be worth the wait." I had suspended my body over hers, because we both needed more oxygen than we could get while kissing. Her fingers seemed electrically charged as they moved from my hair, to stroke patterns on my back, urging me on; as if her throaty moans of pleasure weren't enough to keep me on course to the inevitable finish.
With a low cry of passion, she crushed her upper body to mine in a death grip of a fantastic orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me as her body shook, and she tensed as tight as any tripwire, and her pussy was no exception. The pressure on my cock was enormous, but I knew better than to stop fucking her at this critical juncture. She once threatened to "snap my cock like a match stick" if I didn't continue to pound away while she came. Her added tightness and the sound of her orgasmic breathing in my ear sent me over the edge as well. My balls tingled madly, my cock bucked, and I buried my seed deep in her womb. I couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to. She relaxed a few seconds after I was finished cumming, and I sagged like a rag doll; halfway on her, and halfway on the blanket. We both panted in silence for a couple of minutes until our breathing slowed down enough to talk. I tried to roll all the way off of her, but held me in place, still hugging her body to mine.
"That was great, Jack." She sounded so content, and she stretched languorously, like a cat laying in the sunshine. "You know that you don't have to worry about pulling out, babe." She ran her fingers through my hair, and I felt the same electricity from her touch that I felt during sex. "I'm on the Depo shot, so I can't get pregnant." I felt her teeth graze my earlobe, and she nuzzled my neck with her cute elfin nose. We lay there for maybe five or ten minutes, relaxing and stroking each other, and just enjoying being alone together. Finally, I broke the silence.
"So what did you want to talk to me about alone tomorrow?" Her body unconsciously tensed for a moment, and I could tell that this conversation wouldn't be pleasant for either one of us.
"Well..." she started, and the word just hung there, like a man hanging from the side of a mountain, perilously close to falling. I wanted to urge her on, but I figured that it would be more tactful if I let her get around to the point on her own.
"Well," and there was another pregnant pause. "Like I said, I went to my doctor right after we got back from vacation, and she put my on the Depo shot. I told her that I had a serious boyfriend, and that we were monogamous, and that we didn't want to have to use condoms; and since disease wouldn't be an issue, I wanted her to give me something else." I sensed that her uncharacteristic rambling was another way of stalling. Julia is usually a get-to-the-point kind of girl. "I didn't tell her that we are polyamorous; because I didn't think she really needed to know about that. We are in a serious relationship, and that is all that matters." It was suddenly getting hard for me to breathe. I just knew that this stalling was leading up to something that I didn't want to hear.
"Yes," I said firmly, but my voice sounded far away in my own ears. I could feel her heart beating fast inside her ribs. She didn't like telling this anymore than I liked hearing it. "She didn't need to know there are three of us together." I placed my hand over her left breast. "So, what," I continued," is it about your appointment that has your heart thumping like a jack hammer?"
"Well... It's not about my appointment. This is about Katie, and her lack of an appointment." Now her voice was sounding far away as things began to click into place inside my brain.
"Jack," Julia said softly, almost in a whisper, "She hasn't had a period since way before our vacation. I guess it's been six weeks since her last one. She keeps telling me that it will be here any time, but I can fucking count. She is REALLY late, and Katie is never late. And... Jack, I think she is pregnant." Click. There it was; the reason that my sister has been acting so strange. The reason why she has been so distracted lately, and maybe why she has been eating so much. Was she eating for two? Julia kissed my cheek, and I felt her warm tears as she pressed her face against mine. She was quiet for a few minutes, like she was waiting for the shock to wear off. Finally, the lump in my throat got small enough that I could choke out a few words.
"Are you sure?" The words sounded feeble, sort of like a kid refusing to believe their parents when they inform them that Santa Claus is a hoax, or that there really isn't an Easter bunny. Her face was still pressed against mine, but now I don't think that all the salty tears were hers alone.
"No," she said quietly into my ear. "She refuses to take a test. She refuses to go to the doctor. It's like she thinks that if she keeps denying it, and hoping for the best that it will just go away. I keep telling her that it isn't a sprained ankle, but she won't listen to me." She pushed my shoulders back, so that she could look directly in my eyes. "You need to make an excuse, and go into town tomorrow and buy some tests. If you bring them back, and ask her to take it, I don't think she will refuse you." Her blue eyes almost glowed in the light from the barn, and the little bit from the moon. I could see more unshed tears in those eyes. She was worried sick about this. This affected her life every bit as much as it affected mine and Katie's.
"I'll go and buy one tomorrow," I promised. She hugged me tight, and then she kissed me passionately.
"You might be a dumbass about some things Jack, but you are always there for the important things. Maybe that is why I fell in love with you. You are innocent, but strong." She kissed me again.
"I love you too, Jules. I just never really realized how much until this very moment." The moon put gold highlights in her honey brown hair when I kissed her. We made love again in the grass before sneaking back in the house. My body felt twice as heavy walking back to the house as it had walking to the barn, and it wasn't just being tired from fucking. It was the first real weight of responsibility hanging around my neck. By the time I quietly snuck back into bed, I felt a little bit like Atlas; with the full weight of the world on my shoulders. I wish that I could say that I slept fitfully that night, but I didn't. When the first light came in through the windows, my eyes were heavy, but open. I had the feeling that I wasn't the only one who missed sleep that night. When I heard people start moving around, I got up, showered, got dressed, and went down to breakfast. I ate mechanically, and it was amazingly easy to get my mom to loan me the Escalade to go to the local Huge-Mart to buy a few things that I "forgot."
Julia had told me to get a test branded First Alert, because it is able to tell a woman if she is pregnant even before her missed period, so this one should definitely work for Katie. She also told me to get a two pack, that way they can verify the results with a second test. I went to the pharmacy section, and a bleary eyes sales-girl showed me exactly where to find what I needed. I stopped by, and bought some deodorant, and toothpaste, so that way I would have something that I could show my mom for the trip. I drove home, stuffed the pregnancy tests into one of my huge cargo pockets, and took my bag inside. The girls still weren't up, although almost everyone else was crowded into the kitchen and dining room areas. I took my bag, and dropped it onto my bed, then headed down the hall to the girls' room, and knocked. The door opened a crack, and I saw Julia's blue eye peeking nervously out at me. She immediately opened the door with a questioning look on her face.
I walked in, closed the door behind me. It looked like Julia had just got out of the shower, because she was still wrapped in a towel, with wet hair; and Katie was getting ready to get into the shower, because she was standing with a towel in her hand. I fished the test kit box from my cargo pocket, and handed it to my sister. She took it instinctively, because I handed it to her; but as soon as she figured out what it was, she moved away from me, and looked at me as if I had handed her a live cobra.
"I don't need this, Jack." She said this coolly. She was not looking at me though, she was looking at her cousin, and best friend; at her betrayer. She tried to hand me the box back, but I stopped her hand.
"Please, Katie. Take this for me, that way I can know one way or the other. We both need to know... We all three need to know." I looked into her jade green eyes. I was not entirely innocent of what staring into her eyes does to my sister. Her gaze locked on mine, and all the coolness melted, and I knew by the relaxation of her posture that she would take the test for me.
"OK, sweetie, I'll do it for you. I have to take a wicked pee anyway. She walked into the bathroom, and Julia and I followed; both for moral support, and because we were too nervous to do anything else. Katie stripped off her clothes, and climbed in the shower, muttering how she could never pee on that stick on the toilet without getting it all over the floor. She closed the curtain for about thirty seconds, and I heard the rush of pee against the porcelain tub. She thrust the stick unceremoniously to me, and turned on the hot water. Julia scanned the directions on the box. It said that we had to wait three minutes for a result. We stood there looking nervously at each other as I held the pee covered test stick in my hand.
"It has to have been three minutes, Jack." I agreed with her. I turned the test over in my hand and read it. In the small window were two pink lines.
*Thanks for reading. I will have the next chapter out in a couple of days. Sorry for the hiatus between chapters 11 and 12. I guess life happens sometimes. I am still trying to figure out how to end this. Decisions... decisions. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a message with your email, so I can answer back.
Scott*
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(F TF Multi-monster hybrids, adventure)
Danna stood outside the huge wood doors set into the hillside, looking back toward the town. She is a Changeling, and was quick to volunteer for this dangerous mission. A wizard had set up this illegal monster menagerie in the hills to do his research and the local guild put out a commission for heroes to shut it down. More than the reward money though, Danna was in this to test her newly learned magic.
As a changeling her true self looked sort of like a pale humanoid who got slightly melted- she never wore this appearance though. Now, as most times she defaulted to the former appearance of her friend Nyx, with ice blue eyes and long raven hair, a smaller but busty form. The problem with changelings though is that the farther from humanoid the shape, the harder the change. They could also not alter their size- the new form had to be relatively similar in size. So while Danna could change forms with a mere thought and not even require any magic to do it- it was mostly limited to disguising herself. Or minor conveniences like turning a nail into a claw to open a letter. Now however, things were different. Now Danna had learned Polymorphic spells. With the polymorph and her natural ability together, she could presumably become anything at all without limitation- unless she depleted all the local mana to cast with.
Nyx appeared over the crest of the hill to join Danna, and soon after her friend Mort who she was riding the shoulders of. Nyx was a Necromancer, swathed in tattered black robes she was no more than mere bone under it with glass eyes in the sockets. Nyx traded in her flesh and blood for more power long ago, which is why Danna used her old appearance as her own default- Nyx wasn't using it anymore. Mort... well, there was not a lot to Mort. He was as tall as a half-giant and wore scant leather and chain armor, carrying a large sword. He is a Berserker, and hanging off his back was a large jug of water with a snake swimming in it. The snake had extremely potent venom, and Mort allowed it to bite him before a difficult battle- the venom sending him into a frenzy where he is so blinded with adrenaline he can no longer feel or react to pain.
Nyx placed a hand on the huge wooden doors. "So Danna, eager to try your new magic, huh? It could be dangerous if you use it too often. But I guess that is why I am here to share the reward money. Just.. try to keep the PDA with Mort to a minimum, eh?" Mort just grunt in reply. There was no relationship between Mort and Danna at all. Nyx just loved to tease Mort putting words in his mouth- because he had no way to defend himself. His former lord cut the tongue from his mouth so he is mute. Since even Mort could not push open doors of this size, Nyx cast Aging Bolt on the door- a basic Necromancer spell, and caused it to age to the point where pushing any harder on it just caused the wood to crumble away, creating a hole big enough for them all to walk through. The inside was huge- halls of stone cut from the inside of the small mountain itself. They could hear the growls and murmurs of various monsters all through the structure.
Nyx motioned toward one of the branching smaller halls. "This place is probably like a maze so it is best we pick one path and follow it to the end, taking as few detours as possible or we will get lost. You are here to test your skills Danna- but I am here to make sure we don't all wind up dead. Or... re-dead in my case. Also, the guild did not specify but they would probably appreciate us killing as few of the monsters as possible. We kill the Wizard Malantheis, not the monsters, ok?" She looked specifically at Mort. "The monsters don't WANT to be here."
Because she was a bit over eager to test herself, Danna skipped ahead first. She almost transformed her hand into a key to unlock one of the cages they passed before Nyx stopped her. The monsters do not know to discriminate one humanoid from another. If they released the monsters now they would likely be attacked by them. Setting the creatures free was a job for someone else. There was brazers lighting the entire structure but the lighting was still pretty dim, and the air was moist and musty at the same time. The hall they chose seemed to narrow quite a bit and the floor got increasingly less man made looking. Nyx mentioned there had been structures in these hills eons before Malantheis moved in, so some of these halls and rooms might be thousands of years older than others. They were approaching a corner, and there was a small opening coming off it that had some stagnant water pooled on the far side. Mort grabbed Danna's shoulder before she turned the corner, made a hushing motion with his hand and pointed to it for her to look closer. There was a humanoid shadow cast along part of the floor! Someone was waiting just around the corner to ambush them! There was a slight grunt of frustration from it- it heard their footsteps stop and realized it had blown its cover. The monster jumped into the end of the hallway, gritting its needle like fangs at them.
The creature they faced now is called a Nothic- formerly a wizard whose quest for knowledge backfired and devolved it into a monster. Hunched over, it had digitigrade legs ending in two large clawed toes. Its legs were large and muscular and its arms long and a bit more lean than the legs. Its back and to a lesser extent the outward facing sides of its limbs were covered in stone-like jagged spikes. Its most notable feature however is the gigantic sickly green-yellow eye that dominated the majority of its head.
Though it did not flex her new magic, Danna immediately shifted forms using her innate ability to mock the Nothic, only having to really concentrate on making two eyes into one. When using her natural ability to change forms her body flowed like it were made of putty- an exotic feeling, though to someone born a changeling i was perfectly normal. The spikes were the first to form, first the skin raised into cone shapes before the bone within quickly branched up. The skin then retracted pulling tight while also condensing and hardening to the bone thorn, creating spikes that had no seam against the rest of the flesh. As her flesh hardened it also darkened to reach the near-black that was most of the Nothic- only its hands and feet and some of its face were a red-pink hue. On her hands her pinky finger softened and seemed to melt quickly into the rest of her hand- then the mass was redistributed to her other digits making them larger as her nails grew into claws. Although they are formerly spell casters, Nothic are unable to cast anything except the basic spells if they are lucky, so their claws are their primary attack method. They know tons of magic, they just can't cast it anymore. Danna hunched over as the skin became extra thick on her back and her neck started to thicken greatly as well. A feeling even she was not familiar with- her face felt like it collapsed in on itself and then popped back out as her eyes collapsed into each other and her sinuses were redirected. Because a cyclopian eye is where the sinuses would normally be, they must instead fork much lower and basically bracket the bottom of the eye socket. Nothic are devoid of depth perception, like several cyclopian creatures. Although, Cyclops and Beholders have depth perception in their primary eye- the membrane that makes up the iris has two angled layers that are processed individually to give them two images with one eye.
Danna and the Nothic both glared at one another- their forms looking exactly the same, except Danna's mono-eye retained her ice blue tone, and she still had breasts. She could have been a perfect copy, she just didn't want to. The Nothic went to swipe at her but she caught it, and then she tried to counter and it caught her attack. Since they were holding each other's hands, she yanked her arms out to the sides to pull them together and went to head-butt him but he moved back to again avoid it.
Nyx clicked her tongue. "Nothic can see everything you know by looking at you. You just look like a Nothic- you don't copy its ability. It can see your attacks as soon as you think of them. You can't see its attacks. Its going to win."
The Nothic looked at Nyx and narrowed its eye. It seen her plot, and knew it wasn't something it could counter, so instead it readied itself to evade. Mort wanted to do something but had taken up the rear and the hall was too narrow here, he would have to push past the other two, giving the monster more than enough time to evade. Trying to keep its eye fixed on Nyx though- the Nothic left itself open to Danna who slammed it against the wall and winded it a bit. It was enough time for Nyx. Her bones suddenly lost their connection to one another and her form fell apart to the floor under her cloak and the Nothic smiled at Danna.
"Ok, I got him."
"...Nyx?"
"Bodysnatch. Necromancy is fuuun. You should try it some time. Anyway, you two go ahead, I will walk this bad boy into a cage and lock him up before I go back to my own body." She gawked at Mort for a moment with her intellect reading eye. "Oh wow."
"W-what?"
"Mort really IS in love with you."
Mort lowered his brows and shook his head, unamused.
"Haha, just kidding." She walked past them back toward the main hall. "Maybe."
Mort ushered Danna to move on ahead and so she did, taking the lead again, though now Mort shadowed her closely. Danna remained in the Nothic form, so she would be ready for an ambush. The digitigrade legs made her steps feel like they had more of a spring to them. She sort of felt like an ape with her arms hanging from her slumped back though. Danna tried to straighten her back a few times- she could but it did not feel good in this body. The hall they continued into around the corner seemed unusual. The wall was sectioned off and got wider and narrower at random intervals for seemingly no reason. The areas that stretched farther out had water pooled in them. Because of the moisture there was long narrow glowing mushrooms and pale cave algae all over the place, so the floor was very slippery in places. The wall on their left was perfectly straight, and was likely new- the weird right wall was ancient. Following Nyx's advisings they ignored the many offshoot passages from here and followed the main path which lead them to another large chamber that looked decently new. There was stacks of cages- most empty but still many with monsters inside. The middle of the room had a huge pillar with a ring of brightly burning torches. At the base of the pillar they spotted Malantheis! They could already hear the footsteps of Nyx catching up to them, so Mort did not hesitate to unsheath his sword and rush forward- immediately tripping on a near-invisible wire that yanked a cage door open! The image of Malantheis flickered and vanished. It was an illusion, and he fell for it.
Danna tackled Mort out of the way as he was trying to get up- the monster he unintentionally let out was extremely lethal, and easily recognized by anyone. A thing of absolute nightmare, the Intellect Devourer looks like a gigantic brain with very large claws on the end of simple limbs that got much more broad as they went down. As the name would imply- its purpose for being was to eat your intellect. These were the pets of the lovecraftian horrors known as the Mind Flayers- a formerly mighty race that was long ago deposed. Danna attempted to attack it with her claws- since it has very little defense. The Intellect Devourer lashed out with a long tongue that stuck out from its brain-body from where the brain-stem would be. Danna pulled back, winning an evasion roll, but for a brief second it brushed her skin and that was enough to completely scatter her thoughts for a moment. Nyx arrived and quickly rushed toward them, well aware of the horrific creature's power. The Intellect Devourer lunged at Mort who was once again trying to get up onto his feet again, and wrapped its tongue around his ankle. Mort was instantly extremely dizzy and could not concentrate. His brain kept shifting thoughts randomly not allowing him to dwell on one thought long enough to take action. He started to forget things. Nyx slammed her bony hand into the top of the brain and it let out a high pitched shriek in pain as she dug in and it let go of Mort who staggered back, confused. The Intellect Devourer latched onto Nyx's wrist but nothing happened. Nyx is undead, she has no physical brain- she is a hundred percent immune.
Danna looked to Mort groaning and holding his head, still terribly confused. Normally when an Intellect Devourer steals knowledge it cannot be returned. Now using her polymorphic magic, she gave herself Intellect Devourer traits! Unlike her taking the Nothic's form, she was actually using magic to expand her body, to give her the actual traits, and thus its ability to drain knowledge. This was different from her shape shifting since it added and expanded what she had instead of simply reshaping it, so her form did not become like putty. Her hands cracked softly as her forearms became very broad, and her hands became even larger than that, and her fingers even larger than that. Claws that were bigger than railroad spikes slid out of her. Danna groaned and her huge eye rolled back in her head as a throbbing started in her skull. It was not painful but it was strange, and persistent. Each throb got stronger and stronger till with a muffled crack the plates of her skull were forced open and her brain surged in size. The bone plates expanded to re-fuse as a larger skull but before they touched the brain grew in another surge, and then another. Her head throbbed and grew again and again, giving her a huge sphere on top of her head to enclose the giant brain. She opened her mouth in a bit of a sigh and her extremely long narrow tongue fell out. Nyx nodded and let go of the beast, and before it could move Danna lanced one of its feet, pinning it in place before jamming her tongue into its squishy brain body! Danna was stealing its knowledge away, taking Mort's back. As she drained it, the Intellect Devourer started to turn from pink to grey and its body lost its strength. When she released it, it just slumped over on the floor unconscious. Danna blushed, looking at Mort, who just looked back with a dazed expression. She grabbed him and kissed him abruptly, using her long tongue. The intellect she stole back sparked back to life in his head, restoring him. She felt what was left of his tongue- just a squishy stump at the back of his mouth.
She pulled back quickly after. "S-sorry, had to use tongue to transfer your mind back." She looked at her hands and chuckled. "I probably look like a nightmare right now."
Nyx just grumbled and took the lead. Danna did her best to not call attention to what just happened. Even without skin to make facial expressions, Danna could tell she irritated Nyx a bit kissing Mort. Being neutral to them both, Mort simply tried to ignore the kiss part and just motioned to Danna his thanks for saving his scrambled brain. Danna reverted both her form changes and once again took Nyx's old body, noting her clothes now felt loose from having been stretched from the Nothic form. Nyx did not lead them out of this chamber right away. She looked around and found the majority of the monsters here were Intellect Devourers. This room was dedicated to research of the mind. They found one set of cages though containing humans. A dozen humans sitting in individual cages stacked up in one corner of the room. Nyx tapped on the cages with her bone hands and they all started to wake up. It went from quiet to a loud racket as they all started trying to speak at once, pleading with her to let them out. They seemed to be all manner of people, though most were adventurers of some sort. One of them even claimed to be on the same quest as their party- but his solo endeavor failed, and he succumbed to some large, jiggly monster. Nyx hesitated immediately at that. Danna went to force the cage doors open and Nyx quickly stopped her.
Nyx looked at one of the people in the cage with a short sword at their hip. "Funny they caged you without disarming you."
The person looked at their weapon as if having been unaware of it till now. "Yea, suppose it is. Though a weapon does me little good in here."
"Can I have your weapon for a moment?"
"Sure."
The man took out the sword, flipped it in his hand and handed it through the bars handle first. Nyx reached for it slowly. At the sound of rushing liquid Nyx leaped back, yanking Danna back with her just in time to evade the attack. All of the caged humans melted into a colorful array of gelatinous liquid that seethed out of the cages and re-converged. It formed a tall oval mass of jelly- though the impression of the people's screaming faces still projected across its surface. Those people had all died a while ago, but were unaware they are dead. Another creation of the Mind Flayers- known as an Oblex. They are a modified form of Slime, which are already able to absorb intellect, just really, really poorly. Taking thousands of years to accumulate enough brain power to maybe speak words. Oblex however can absorb the entire mind for itself. Like regular slime, it is still technically hypermetabolic algae, corroding anything that gets inside of it rapidly to eat. Because it devours the entire mind of its victims, it is able to project them back out- creating goo-doubles of their former bodies. The copies of the people are not even aware they are copies, they think they really are the former people. The Oblex uses this ability to lure in new prey and continue to feed! All it really needs to do to eat you is just roll over you. Its corrosive power is not as strong as a Gelatinous Cube, but its stronger than some of the more deluded slimes. Its true color when not stealing a shape is a dark translucent blue- though in the torch light it looked black. Its only flaw is that the clones it makes cannot be completely detached from it- they are still tethered to its main body by a thin strand of goo. That is why it sprung at them when he was about to hand off his sword. The sword is long gone- that one was made of goo, and couldn't be completely detached without losing its form.
It slammed a long tendril of goo down at Nyx who quickly got out of the way again, but having just evaded this put her off-balance. Her dexterity and agility are both pretty bad being a Necromancer, so her odds of winning evade rolls was already bad. Another tendril shot out arching straight at her to hit her deadn from the front. Danna quickly jumped in the way and took the hit! Nyx fell on her butt in surprise. The slime splashed against Danna and the gobules wrapped around her and closed back in trying to encapsulate her. Danna quickly used her magic to steal traits from the slime itself, because the only ones immune to Oblex... are other Oblex. Her clothes did not adapt any immunity though, and the color drained from her clothes quickly. Once the dye was gone the fabric started to become raw and the strands starting to fray and snap as they melded. Mort tried to cut the tendril off, but the cut he made immediately healed. It was like striking a body of water with a stick- you break the surface for only a moment and ultimately accomplish nothing. Physical attacks on slime are suicidal. Even from the moment of contact the blade of his sword looked dull and tarnished. A moment longer and rust would have taken root.
A humanoid figure sculpted itself from the top of the Oblex, grinning down at them. "Come inside... it is nice in here. Oblex do not age like solid creatures. Your mind will be immortal inside of us~"
Danna's skin started to turn pink and smooth as she took on more and more of her own slime traits to avoid being eaten. The Oblex recoiled in surprise a moment when it suddenly surged into and mixed with Danna! Its dark blue joined with her pink body, turning her pale blue a moment before fading back to pink and expanding. Her clothing was completely gone at this point, corroded to nothing. She got a bit plump looking and her body jiggled. The Oblex moved its body closer to the jelly woman and then sent several tendrils at her! She held out her arms and they collided, again mixing together into a huge gob of swirling goo, before turning pink and returning to Danna. She was absorbing the Oblex! If it had rolled onto her, she would have been absorbed, but it did not know she could do this and wasted some of its mass finding out. Now she was much bigger and its odds of winning not nearly as good. She looked really pudgy now and jiggled with every movement. Danna found she had to concentrate in this form about how she should look. If she lose concentration she would just turn to a pool of goo- she had to actively hold her shape.
While distracted trying to have a faceoff with Danna, the Oblex did not see Mort lifting Nyx up so she could grab the torches off the middle pillar. There was a reason you do not see slime jiggling along in the summer sun. A dry slime is a dead slime- they cannot stand light and flame. Nyx hurriedly gathered as many torches as she could at one time- Danna could fight the Oblex but likely could not win alone. Its mass was still greater than hers. The Oblex lurched at Danna, slamming itself into her with a loud wet slap, knocking her over. It started to rush into her at a point of least resistance- her vagina, since it was a preexisting hole. Her stomach surged in size and stretched far enough that you could partially see through it at the swirling pools of jiggling goo. Dark blue turned light blue turned pink, but it was turning slower than it was rushing in. More light blue started to accumulate, then some dark. Her stomach was getting gigantic and the off-color was starting to leak into the rest of her form! Nyx threw a torch into the Oblex and it immediately compacting its form to rip itself away from the flame as quickly as possible, letting out a shriek and losing the human shape it had on top to speak with them. Nyx threw another
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and it had to break off from Danna, losing what mass it had attached to her already by disconnecting. Mort threw torches as well, and his traveled faster and harder- striking the Oblex before it could retreat. They hissed and sizzled on contact and immediately caused it to shrink and the edges turned hard and crunchy- releasing a terrible smelling vapor.
Nyx rushed forward as her entire body was surrounded in unnatural dark fire, casting Black Flame she slammed a palm into the the Oblex. It jiggled violently from the hit a moment as the flames seemed to vanish. Holes bubbled open on its surface spitting steam as its form shrank- it was boiling from the inside out! All three of them ducked as what little remained of it exploded like an egg in a microwave, shattering its remaining consciousness.
Mort grinned at Nyx, motioning across his neck and then shrugging- asking her what happened to the 'no kill' policy.
"Yea, well I have no way of capturing a liquid enemy. I don't know any ice spells."
Danna had to really concentrate as she turned back to normal, having to use her natural ability and the magic to return. Nyx looked at her quite concerned. Using a lot of form changing magic saturated her body with a lot of mana- and as a Changeling her body was already very malleable. Danna was a bit confused at first thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. She was a normal human again... except she was even bigger than Mort. It turned her back WITH the added mass still in her, which made her a giant. A naked giant. Mort took off some of his leathers and tossed it to her. She was able to wrap it around her shoulders and it hung just low enough to cover her nipples. She had nothing to cover her nethers but they couldn't help that right now.
They wandered down the halls to deeper areas, more ancient structures. Nyx explained that the hills in this area are actually all ancient burial mounds, so Malantheis was not only doing illegal experiments, she was disturbing graves. It also meant Nyx's magic was very potent here. As they were walking though, Danna slowed down as her point of view started to dip.
"Oh hey, I am returning to normmmmah~! OOH!" She grabbed her thighs immediately as they started to stretch rounder!
Her butt jiggled all on its own from the movement of soft growth and her thighs became massively round and jiggly! She did not get rid of any mass, it just fell into a different part of her body. Her thighs were so massive they rubbed together uncomfortably when she tried to walk. She grabbed and squeezed the soft flesh, trying to compact it and surprisingly it worked. Her thighs started to tighten as she squished into them with her fingers but she immediately stopped, trembled, wobbled and almost fell over. Mort caught her from behind so he did not see what happened, but Nyx did. The mass almost immediately popped from her thighs into her labia- flesh that was already made to be engorged. Her labia immediately ballooned to a huge size, projecting out so far and to taught it ignited all the pleasure nerves in them all at once and almost brought her to orgasm immediately. Once Mort helped steady her she concentrated and tried to use her natural changing abilities to fix this. Her normal abilities could not alter her mass, so she just tried to redistribute it better. Her thighs, labia, and butt started to tighten and she felt her stomach engorge a bit, but she continued to draw it up trying to balance all the extra mass. As soon as her nipples hardened the pleasure caused her to involuntarily shove mass into them, which caused a surge of pleasure, which broke her concentration and she ended up throwing everything into them! Her breasts blushed bright pink and some blue veins even became visible under the surface as they stretched huge! Even her nipples grew to fat stumps! The farther her breasts stretched from her though, the pinker they became. At the very end they were shiny and almost translucent... they were half goo. The leather cowl definitely did not cover these huge jelly tits. Because they were half goo they were ridiculously jiggly.
Nyx winced at her struggling. "I was afraid of this. When you use polymorphic spells it puts the mana directly into the persons form, you've been gorging on mana all day. Turning yourself into a goo girl required a lot of change, and thus a lot of mana and really pushed you too far. You are unstable with mana. We better take the lead from here, you need to... pull yourself together."
"Can't I discharge the mana?"
"Its not as malleable when its saturating a physical form. Your body is sort of trapping it. I could rip it out with a mana siphoning spell, but..."
"Do you ha-"
"If I had a spell like that I would already be using it. So, no. Just... chill out for a while." She motioned toward Mort. "Let Hulk smash."
Their group traveled farther in now occasionally feeling a nice soft breeze, which was welcome in these musty chambers. It actually did not occur to Danna till Nyx mentioned it, that wind cannot exist this far underground without a spell. They followed the breeze through increasingly maze like paths. The ancient walls were so uneven and oddly constructed it was hard to tell when there was a branching hall, or a room, a corner or a dead end. There was so many corners and curves in the wall that was just there for seemingly no reason. Thanks to the breeze they were able to find their way to a new chamber. This far in there was no way Malantheis could be far- they were running out of tunnels to look in. You can only go so far into a hill before you start coming out the other side. Before them hovered an Aarakocra- an avian humanoid!
The Aarakocra are human shaped birds, with tiny feathers covering most of their bodies, bird beaks dominating their faces and mighty wings on their backs. Their feet are digitigrade and end in talons. The females have subdued colors usually, while the males have vibrant ones- this was a male. His feathers went from a powder yellow to mostly vibrant yellow, with some metallic orange looking feathers giving him streaks here and there. He wore only a blue loincloth and held a forward hooked sword in his hands. Nyx explained that he is not guarding this place of his own will, even if it does not look like he is chained. Aarakocra are not from this plane of existence- they are vagrants from the Realm Of Air. Most likely Malantheis used a summoning ritual and he answered as a way of getting into this plane of existence, not realizing this service was the cost of his contract. They needed to beat him into submission while trying to do as little physical harm as possible. Both women looked at Mort who just shrugged. The only physical weapon they had was Mort's sword which definitely did a lot of physical harm. Nyx could possess him and bring him to a cage, but there was none this deep in. He was the only monster they had seen in a while. Danna finally nodded, saying she would get this. Nyx tried to stop her, thinking she should not be trying to do anything right now, but could not put up much of an argument at risk of their opponent seeing.
As Danna slowly approached, he slowly raised his sword to point at her. "I do not want to hurt you, but I will if I need to. Leave this place."
"Oh come on. What is your name, hun?"
Nyx and Mort both cringed at her bad attempt to sound sexy.
"My name is Aeron. And you are?"
"Danna- I am one of you, you know. I am Aarakocra too, I am just using a polymorph."
Nyx slapped her forehead. That idiot, she is going to try to seduce him into dropping his guard, using even MORE transformation? While trying to give him a seductive look Danna ended up scrunching up her face a bit at the prickly feeling of the first few feathers that bloomed- replacing her eyebrows with long narrow feathers like a rockhopper penguin. Her hair turned to colored mist and lifted away as tiny brown and black speckled feathers started to grow out of her to replace it. She arched her back as far back as it would go as new bone squirmed out from her shoulder blade which shifted forms to create a second socket toward its bottom. Her lips kept wanting to push outward reflexively though and then so did her teeth, causing her to reverse and bend far forward- covering her face with her hands. Her teeth seemed to melt together and expand at the same time, pushing forward out of her lips, then continued to expand forcing her mouth wider open and thinning her lips out of existence! Her teeth had completely reformed... into a beak. It expanded till her nose was fused into the beak, making two nostrils where the remaining bridge of her nose met the base of her beak. Unlike Aeron who had a beak similar to an eagle- Danna's was extremely long and narrow. As she slowly took her hands away from her face as those changes slowed to a stop she seen the feathers had advanced down past her arms now. Her public hair had turned to pillow soft down feathers. Her breasts thankfully started to properly solidify and condense back down to a reasonable size, though stopped when they were still giant by Aarakocra standards. The growths on her back pulled out of her, popping loudly as the joins rapidly shifted and grew. They were starting to look like naked chicken wings. Her tail bone extended only a little, but then grew feathers that exploded in size!
Her tail quickly became a gigantic fan of what looked like peacock feathers. Not peahen feathers... then she realized the error. She was not too familiar with the avian race so she was using her innate powers to copy his form and tell the spell what to enhance her with. But, copying his form would mean she is male, not female. Her clit surged in size, pointing out from her exposed pussy like a soft fat spike! Avians actually have pretty massive dicks, but generally they are internal. Because hers was just developing it could not be internalized, and seeing and feeling a dick growing out of her pussy was turning her on and making it erect so it would not retract even when it finished! She reached down trying her trick from before, grabbing at her clit to force the mass back into her, but before she closed her hand she stopped. She had huge talons on her fingers! The Aarakocra have feathered human hands, they don't have talons on their hands! Her flesh started to contract and harden, turning to the banded flesh of bird legs! Her arms were turning into legs! But her legs were also turning into legs. Danna tensed up again as her wings started to bloom giant feathers- again very colorful ones, like males. Her clit started to get even longer and fatter and... pinker. It started to look shiny and as it stretched even more, started to look translucent. It was engorging with slime features! It wasn't really turning into a penis at all, more like a tentacle.
Aeron just stood there with a disturbed look on his face watching this person make some sort of twisted mockery of his people. Seeing Danna rolled a critical fail on her transformation, Mort went to plan B. He unsheathed his sword and charged. At least this, Aeron knew how to deal with it. The two met sword to sword but then Aeron used the force to leap up over him and swiped at his back from above! Aeron can fly- Mort cannot. Aeron can easily evade attacks. Nyx watched both Mort and Danna nervously, not knowing how she could help either really. If Mort becomes seriously hurt she can heal him- hell he can die and she can still heal him. But that doesn't help him win, it just helps him stay alive. Unfortunately most Necromancer spells do not play nice, so not doing serious harm was an issue. Aeron was making a mockery of Mort sadly. He kept leaping around like an acrobat leaving small slashes in the leather armor over and over again, shaving armor away. Mort was not agile at all, he was built for pure power and endurance. Danna was by far and away the most agile one of the group but... she wasn't exactly bouncing around at the moment. Then Nyx thought of a plan! She possessed Mort's body for a moment, dodging a strike he would not have been able to see from his angle. This caught Aeron by surprise and she used the opening, using Mort's body to cast the spell again to take Aeron's body.
Nyx, in Aeron's body landed on his hands and feet and swatted the loin cloth to the side, presenting him rump to Danna. "C'mon, show this hen a real cock."
Danna did not know where Nyx was going with this, but her wildly mutated giant cock was horny as hell so she did not question it. All of her limbs were bird legs so she hand to run on all fours, jumping up onto Aeron and sliding the huge dick into him. Nyx moaned loudly in a pitch Aeron likely did not know he could even make. His dick started to emerge as well now from stimulation and bob under him. Danna's cock fit in better than any cock has ever fit before. It was only around 70% solid mass, so when it hit a curve or fold in the intestines it just changed form and kept going. It filled it entirely, every nook and cranny was filled with jiggly pink jelly dick. Because it could follow the bend it went deeper than any other object possibly could, starting to fill his entire intestines and hugging his prostate constantly in undulating goo. Because Danna was concentrating so hard on the slime aspect of herself right now, her feathers started to take the pink hue as well. The rest of her body started to become gelatinous slowly. She tried her best to concentrate to stop it, and forced the extra goo mass into the dick which then surged in size, causing Aeron to orgasm! The feeling of him throbbing and clenching caused Danna to orgasm too... though it was harder to tell because she just ejaculated the same goo her dick itself was already made of. She pulled off, most of the goo dick fell off and just turned to a pink puddle and she fell onto her side breathing heavily. Aeron slumped onto his face and passed out as Nyx returned to her own body.
Nyx smiled and nodded at her handiwork. "Men always roll over and go to sleep after an orgasm. He can't keep us out if he is asleep."
She looked at Danna and seen her form was slowly shifting back. The more she changed in a way she did not intend the more her thoughts raced, which incited more unexpected changes. Now that she was just basking in afterglow she wasn't thinking of anything and her form was defaulting. The extra growth on her clit turned to pure goo and just melted off, revealing her normal clit under it all. The feathers fell out and turned to vapor. Her hair grew back in and the huge long beak cracked and shattered. Her nose slumped down, unfurling back into a human shape and her mouth collapsed back in and her lips fattened back into existence. The last of her changes were her talons as the skin softened back to normal advancing down her arms. Finally she was normal Danna again- she even discharged the extra mass from her slime encounter so she was back to normal size. She was still saturated in mana though and absolutely unstable as hell. If you had the ability to physically see mana, she would be flashing like a light bulb. A red light bulb, that indicates and emergency.
Nyx chuckled as she helped Danna up. "Well, that worked out ultimately. You failed so hard, you won."
"Yey, I am an idiot savant." She cheered sarcastically, still winded.
"Mmm, but you did go against doctor's orders, and used even more mana to change again. You are even more unstable now! I bet I could name a random animal right now and you'd change into it without even meaning to!" Danna's ears rapidly grew up tall and her neck lengthened and grew a bit. Hair advanced down the back of her neck. "...you just thought of me saying donkey didn't you?"
"S-stAAWp!" Her teeth grew a little.
Nyx pat her on the shoulder. "Just stay back- do NOT use any more magic. At all. I'd kick you out of this dungeon right now if it wasn't incredibly dangerous to send you back alone through this place."
Danna's alterations were slow to recede. It was incredibly hard to actively not think about something. Because thinking about not thinking about it is still thinking about it. Mort ended up using several perception rolls to check their surroundings for traps. He didn't think there was traps, he was just trying to slow everyone down to guarantee Danna didn't use any more spells. Her mana levels will go down slowly on their own, but it takes time and she has a ridiculous amount. As soon as Mort finished examining for traps, Nyx suggested they take a rest and reset cooldowns. While Danna suspected she was also just stalling for time, it also made a lot of sense. Odds are they were skirting around the chamber Malantheis was in, and anyone who was skilled enough to capture all these monsters was not going to be a pushover. They rested in one of the ancient looking passages, near one of the pools of stagnant water. Now that Aeron was unconscious the wind had stopped, so the next most refreshing place to be was near the cool water. Granted the water was stagnant and ancient- full of ghostly pale cave algae, so definitely not water you want to be IN. Nyx had been carrying food rations hung on the inside of her rib cage, since she has no organs.
Danna groaned a bit in the middle of eating and paused as her stomach started to inflate, making her look pregnant. Nyx chuckled, knowing its because she was thinking how much food was too much if she did not want to get fat- and thinking about being fat caused her gut to balloon. She then rolled back and moaned more as her gut started to compact on its own and in its place her breasts and butt swelled out half as much- Danna wondered why she couldn't get fat in the RIGHT places if it was going to make her fat. Mort was just doing his best to avoid eye contact as he ate. At least he never had to keep up a conversation. Danna's body started to shrink and she squeaked in surprise at it. She was trying to will herself smaller, but got the wrong kind of smaller. Nyx sighed, having enough of watching her squirm and decided to help her simply by asking her what Nyx's flesh looked like over these bones of hers. Danna's default appearance was Nyx's old body, so imagining what she is like with skin still allowed her to default.
Danna did not have time to enjoy being normal again for long though as a tendril reached out from the murky waters she had her back to and yanked her in! Nyx and Mort had little time to try and figure out what happened when Danna vanished. The water looked like a shallow pool collected against the wall thanks to the slanted floor- but that is because the water is so murky you cannot see into it! There was actually an offshoot tunnel in the floor there that was completely submerged, and apparently Chuul are using it as a burrow! Ancient amphibious creatures, the Chuul are a foul tempered hermit race that loath surface dwellers. Since it was not caged, its likely the Chuul were just living here before Malantheis moved in, and the wizard might not even be aware they are here. They look a bit like humanoid lobster. They stand on four digitigrade looking legs ending in large two toed feet, though the front two legs are 3/4rth bigger than the rear ones. They have a chitinous fan-tail like a lobster, and the crustacean like scales continue all up its body. It bends upright at the hip and then it has two large arms ending in huge pincers with serrated edges- for both pinching and tearing. Its eyes were almost hidden under a helmet-like chitin plate, though its eyes were very keen. Chuul can see just as well in the light and dark, and are immune to blinding effects. The worst part of the Chuul is generally the first part you encounter. At the front of its face, its mouth is lined with dozens of banded tendrils that carry a paralysis effect. This is what it used to yank Danna away, which means she likely cannot move- which means she cannot swim, and because she is underwater, she cannot breath either.
Mort was about to jump in but Nyx quickly stopped him- leaping into water wearing armor is a real good way to drown. Mort isn't wearing any plate armor but he would still sink like an anchor. Nyx had no nervous system to be paralyzed, and no lungs to need to breath, so she jumped in. Even in the murk it was easy to spot Danna simply from all the thrashing going on. Her lips had long bumps growing from them- the start of Chuul tendrils. Her throat was longer and bigger and her skin had started to harden and grow out into chitin scales on her back. She had started to turn into a Chuul in a panic, but the neurotoxin was faster and still stunned her- but because she was partially transformed into a creature that is immune to the toxin it was unable to fully take hold. The Chuul looked to Nyx as the bigger threat and rather than strike her physically it filled her head with a psychic static to try to muddle her thoughts. This was an ancient burial mound though- Nyx's necrotic powers were impossibly powerful while in here. She used Create Horror Knight, and immediately followed it up with Dark Transformation. Nyx did not even wait for the aberration she summoned to fully form before grabbing Danna and dashing back to the surface to get her to air.
By the time Danna was back on land gasping for air, she had stubby tendrils around her mouth and a uselessly small shrimp like tail. Nyx grinned a bit as she seen the water turn a tinge of red. Her abomination was likely so large it took up the entire passage and prevented the Chuul from escaping. Even if it somehow did not win the fight- their party will be long gone before the Chuul can look for them. Danna grossed herself out with her own budding tendrils and mistook them for octopus limbs... which then caused them to become thicker and start to develop suction cups on the insides. She quickly looked down at her transforming hands and stopped them before they turned to pincers. She had chitin shell on her hands forming claws, but when she pressed her fingers together the shell locked forming a psudo pincer. She had to concentrate hard to get the chitin scales to soften and get reabsorbed into her skin. They needed to get away from the Chuul though,
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so she had to do it while walking. Nyx remained close, whispering encouragement to her and she slowly reverted as they approached the final chamber of the menagerie. Danna still had a shrimp tail by the time they got there but she supposed it wasn't getting in the way, so whatever.
Malantheis fumbled a vial to the stone floor when Nyx called over to her. The three adventurers were already a good ways into the huge room before the wizard even noticed. She had wildly wavy blood red hair and purple eyes- an unnatural color from mana poisoning. She wore a thread-bare brown cloak hiding her body. Rather than address the invaders she scrambled for a table of research scrolls and tomes trying to find something. Nyx went to cast Death Coil but failed the initiative roll. Danna's hair started to turn red, unintentionally admiring the look of Malantheis' hair.
Malantheis found what she was looking for just as Mort got to her and swung. She evaded just in time and thrust her hand out- throwing Mort back several feet with arcane energy. "Damn you! How did you get past my traps? I thought for sure the Manastorm Golem would prevent any other casters from getting in at the very least..."
Nyx tilted her head. "Golem? We didn't even see a golem, we must have picked the right path. There are too many preexisting pathways in here Malantheis- you don't control all of them."
Danna flinched as several small rocks around the area became magnetized to her and formed a shell around her feet and climbing her ankle before they ran out- a result of her thinking about golems.
Malantheis held up her hand proudly, a cubic crystal floating above it shining prismatic light. "I wanted to keep improving it but I suppose I have no choice but to use this now to dispose of you vermin." Danna's front teeth grew long and she started to grow whiskers at the thought of vermin. "Behold, the Junctiform crystal! I created it by layering paper thin crystal squares etched with dozens of runes each and then fused together- each acting as a catalyst focus for a transformative spell! Each one imbued with a trait taken from a beast, in an effort to create the 'Perfect Being'."
Malantheis cackled like the maniac she was and cast a transformation spell on herself- channeling it through the Junctiform crystal, which then split it into dozens of different transformations and fired them all into the wizard at once! She lurched forward and her body quaked for several moments. The sound of popping joins proceeded her entire body starting to grow larger under her cloak. Her pants filled with a huge bulge as Malantheis moaned in giddy anticipation. The bulge grew and grew and she did nothing to remove her pants- she wanted it to rip the pants off, she wanted to destroy her clothes with her body's perfection. It stretched a good ways before finally ripping free, and her giant clit sprung forward. Almost as thick as her thighs already and quite long as well, the clit came to a tapered tip and throbbed bigger with every moment. The longer it got the more it writhed on its own, seeking something to rub against. Malantheis started to twitch a bit back and forth as her spine cracked and lengthened, stretching her torso longer but also gaining a lot of flexibility. Her breasts started to blush on their own and her nipples hardened from the power high. She grinned down at her shirt as it filled and then stretched very quickly. Her breasts pulled it tight and then started to get squished both up and down, trying to squeeze out around the shirt as it continued to get stretched wider and thinner. She took a long deliberate breath, causing her ribs to expand and the shirt exploded. Her tits wobbled violently into the open air, shoving her cloak open in the front and continued to grow bigger and bigger still. They were astonishingly light for their tremendous size. Mort did not want to allow her to finish this transcendence and attempted a cleaving attack while Malantheis was absorbed with watching her swelling tits. As soon as she seen the glint of metal though, Malantheis countered. Her left breast split open across the middle revealing thousands of curved fangs and a long writhing tongue inside! They were lighter than they should be because they are not normal breasts. The tongue swatted his blade aside mid-swing and then she turned her chest and forced Mort to leap back or be eaten by a giant boob. Malantheis' smile faded a bit though, as she looked nervously at her crystal. It was vibrating rapidly- she did not have time to complete it so it was not 100% stable, she just had to pray to the DMs it held out.
Pale brown dots appeared all down her very long back and slowly started to press out and stiffen as nipples for more breasts- a lot more. Unlike her gigantic front two though, these were normal breasts. They would act as a humanoid equivalent to a camel's hump- storing food and water in the form of fat. Malantheis quivered and almost dropped to the floor from her legs trembling and locked up in pleasure as her giant clit grew even bigger and even longer. It was wider than her actual legs were, forcing them apart a bit. The clit seemed to have a mind of its own, lashing around till it was able to reach the floor and then shoved itself against it and rubbed aggressively back and forth- leaving a bit of a slime trail of salty vaginal lube that trailed down its underside from Malantheis' twitching cleft. Nyx went to cast Blood Boil but Malantheis cast her eyes on her, and everyone- including Malantheis- flinched in pain and shut their eyes. Malantheis had opened a third, vertical eye in her forehead and connected everyone telepathically. The jumble of four peoples thoughts in each persons head was painfully confusing, but luckily stopped the moment Malantheis closed the third eye. Although it hurt her as well, the third eye allowed her to interrupt spells from being cast. She was still slowly growing overall too- she was as big as Mort now and growing. The wizard smiled at herself thinking she had them all beat, but then frowned as she noticed Danna.
Danna's shrimp tail was now a huge proper Chuul tail, and the chitin scales had advanced up her back. She was deliberately trying to change now, thinking it their only hope at defeating Malantheis. Her skin started to develop the spike-like scutes of the Nothic- down her arms and legs and the upper part of her back where the scales tapered off. Her forearms grew thick with muscle and then her hands grew still larger than that- each finger half as big as her entire hand before changing, and each tipped with the huge Intellect Devourer claws. Danna wobbled a bit as her legs started to get longer and reshape, making her taller and taller. The skin on her legs harded into the banded flesh of bird legs once again as her feet transformed and grew huge hooked talons for rending flesh, clicking against the floor as she flexed them. Her Chuul tail grew even bigger, and prismatic colors bled into the scales, imitating the bright colors of her previous feathered form.
Malantheis grunted and went back to concentrating on her own changes, not to be outdone by some simple changeling. Her clit seemed to explode in size, stretching out to ludicrous proportions! It was twice as thick as her thighs at the base, forcing her legs far apart perminantly. It actually made the ground tremble when its length slapped down and started to roll back and forth lazily, causing Malantheis to quake for different reasons. Her stance got still more awkward as bladed claws started to grow from her ankles, which extended simple joints allowing her to flex the new digit. Malantheir swung her arms up, tossing the crystal into the air for a moment. The air in the room seemed to collapse into the middle a moment, clapping together above her. The air pressure exploded many large stones from nearby pillars and walls and tossed them into her. The huge assortment of stones gathered around her arms and ground together. The flesh and muscle that was formerly her arms seethed out between the stones, connecting them all as it veined out. When they were all connected as two new gigantic arms the rocks started to compact and shift form slightly, making them stand out from the limbs a bit more like blunted spikes. Malantheis slammed her giant arms into the ground toppling everyone else over with the tremor, and tossed herself into the air. As soon as she was lifted, her still growing clit immediately lashed under her in a huge arc, so when she fell back down all her weight went onto her clit... and held. Her gigantic clit was holding her up off the ground as if it were some sort of backwards tail! Her legs minuscule in comparison to the clit, to make themselves useful still, the heel claws grew tremendously now, into huge curved blades of bone not unlike scythe blades- making her legs deadly weapons.
Malantheis bent backward with her flexible long spine and wiggled back and forth in pleasure. The breasts on her back fully developed now into five sets of C cups, all squishing and rubbing together when she arched backwards. Her hips cracked loudly and widened as her clit continued to grow even bigger, writhing around under her, holding her entire body up. She looked over and scowled at Danna, who was also still changing.
Danna's entire body took on a slight pink glow to it as she remembered the Oblex and how to add onto her mass- but had to concentrate incredibly hard to not change the consistency of her body to jelly in the process. She grew her overall size huge. She gagged a bit a moment later as her tongue unintentionally transformed, getting huge and incredibly long, forcing her to spit it out. It lashed around out of her mouth like Malantheis' clit did- except Danna did not mean to do that. She was just going over transformations she learned and accidentally gave herself the feature by passively thinking about it. She tried to grab it to get it under control but it was slippery and hard to hold- her giant claws did not make it easier. The tongue then split into two of the same length but half the width, and then split again filling her mouth with four tendrils, making it impossible to speak. Danna put her head back to hold the tendrils up trying to figure out how to control them all- she definitely had control of them but she normally had one tongue not four mutant tongues so her brain did not know how to operate them all right away. When she looked straight up though, she lost her balance a bit and when she stepped back it was on a larger foot, with even larger talons! Her feet unintentionally grew to make double sure she did not stagger herself. When she looked at them though her first thought was how goofy they looked now, being much too large for her legs. Then scolded herself for thinking that as her legs started to grow- especially in length, making them look almost like a crane's legs, except with humanoid thighs still at the top. She stopped them but as she glanced at her hips to see if they changed too- she accidentally changed them by thinking about it. Her hips popped and grew wide, and her skin filled with extra jiggly fat, ballooning her ass out. It had a permanent pink blush on her cheeks though because it had taken in more slime traits. Danna deliberately started to grow her Chuul tail longer now, just to balance herself out- it felt like she was walking on stilts at this point!
Malantheis growled, thinking Danna was trying to out-do her in transformation, not realizing Danna was doing most of it by accident. She surged more mana into her crystal but winced at the sound of grinding minerals and glared fearfully at her focus as two tiny cracks appeared on its surface! It was imperfect, it cannot create the ultimate being in its current state, but its not like she could just finish it with three invaders trying to kill her. She cried out in pain, throwing her head back as she felt the hot trickle of blood. Several horns started to grow out of her tilted back head, black as night. The horns seemed to wave back and forth as they grew, putting curves into their smooth forms. When she lowered her head again, four horns at least a foot long each stood up and slightly back from her head. Two from her temples and two from toward the back of her head. She concentrated and clouds of super condensed mana glittered into view, compressing into shimmering blue-purple crystals dangled from the tips of all four of her horns adorning them like jewelry. Malantheis was about to open her mouth and taunt the others but her words caught in her throat at the sound of her focus shattering! She looked over to see the glittering prismatic dust falling through the air! Argh! Her precious research! This was as far as it could take her.
Knowing this was as far as she could be perfected Malantheis slithered quickly on her gigantic tail-like clit and attacked Mort, who had to use his sword to try and partially deflect the blows and evade at the same time. He was not strong enough to stop hits from arms that big, and they were so big he could not entirely evade them without trying to deflect at least part of the hit. Because her limbs were mostly stone- even his steel sword blade did little harm. Nyx tried to attack but every time she started to cast Malantheis made everyone flinch with another psychic scream from her third eye.
Nyx braced herself as Malantheis lurched toward her. "Uh... don't suppose you'd go easy on me? My bones can be brittle you know."
Malantheis grinned like a psychopath. "Don't worry, I am not angry- I am just MAD!"
Danna concentrated as hard as she could. She needed to do this! Her friends were depending on her! She came here determined to show that transformation can be used in combat, that it can be a fighting style all on its own without needing anything else. She wanted to show the absolute max potential of the changeling people! With a mix of frustration and blazing determination Danna roared loud enough to shake the walls and everyone else paused, recognizing the sound. Danna's neck grew tremendously huge and long, forcing her collar bone to pop painfully and grow to match, and then her shoulder blades spread wider as her ribs started to pop in succession as her torso broadened greatly. Her midriff grew a bit thicker but mostly just longer. Her hips became more angular and she grew a bit of a pelvic wing from the front, which caused her vulva to be moved back a bit, and face down her long Chuul tail. She fell onto all fours as her body grew tremendously, but especially her torso and neck. Her tendril tongues started to fuse with her cheeks and then reposition themselves as if her skin was putty, so now they were not in her mouth but around it. She grew in a new normal tongue in their place now that they had shifted. Her teeth grew long and sharp and slanted inward. The air around her waved with the heat of her heavy breaths. Her face clicked and she growled as it stretched out, her facial features becoming harder, sharper. Her hair grew longer as if to match the long neck, and stole the red color of Malantheis' hair. The tendrils each took up a corner of the front of either jaw, waving in the air like a catfish's whiskers as her face finished transforming into that of the elder beast. Greedy and arrogant, beauty and carnage and in one. Danna took the overall form of a Dragon, while keeping the transformed features she already had.
Malantheis slithered toward her with great speed, swinging her huge stone fists. Danna caught the first in her maw and yanked it to the side, grinding against the stone with her fangs. Malantheis then yanked her fist out and opened it rather than pulling back, and forced Danna's mouth closed with her hand. Using the grip as leverage though, Danna slammed her shrimp tail into the ground to catapult herself up, rotated at her long neck and slammed her rear legs into Malantheis, lancing her just below the collar several times on her long talons! Malantheis opened her third eye a moment forcing everyone to flinch back, so Danna would fall back off her as she was also forced to let go. Danna used her giant Intellect Devourer claws and slashed at the massive clit-tail! Malantheis was quick to lurch back but also winced in pain- Danna's attack still left a thin red line across the clit. Malantheis folded over forward, at first looking like it was in pain but then her mega tits opened up and went to bite Danna's neck, forcing her to retreat quickly. Danna rolled a critical fail on her evade though- she managed to evade but also slipped and fell on her ass so she could not evade a second strike.
Malantheis kicked through the air, flexing her giant scythe-like heel claws and slashed Danna from her shoulder up the side of her neck and was deflected off one of her Nothic scutes. The cut was not deep but it was long. Danna had to waste an action getting back to her feet, and Malantheis took the opportunity, punching at her with a left fist this time! Danna opened her mouth in defence and for only a breif moment wisps of flame could be seen gathering toward her mouth. Travelling at the speed and with the heat of a lightning strike, there was only a single flash from Danna's mouth a moment before a white pillar of flames fired across the entire chamber- straight through Malantheis' hand! The flame was so hot it vaporized a hole straight through both the flesh and stone! Malantheis shrieked in pain, yanking her hand back. Taking a dragon's traits should not have allowed her that ability! It was then she noticed though, that Danna was extremely overcharged with mana! She had to take care of that or Danna could just literally blast her head off at any moment and there wouldn't be a thing Malantheis could do to stop it.
Malantheis grabbed Danna by the top of her neck and tried to aim her mouth away, as she cast a mana siphon, sucking the power excess out of Danna, which would prevent her from using dragon fire. That was not its only effect however, as Danna's body started to shrink and soften- the changes reverting. The scutes lost their color and softened, regressing back into the skin like the chitin scales. Her tail shrank and lost form till it was no more, her talons slid back in as her legs thickened a bit and shrank tremendously in length. When all her mana was tapped she had reverted to Nyx's old form- because that was the only transformation that was using her innate ability, and did not require any spells. Malantheis tossed the tiny human away but then wobbled and fell onto her huge hands.
Something was... wrong. The breasts on her back started to grow, but at uneven rates becoming all different sizes. Her clit started to grow again uncontrollably becoming so large it needed to start coiling around and folding over itself from lack of space in the chamber! Her torso started to turn vibrant pink as if the clit was starting to absorb her! She went to push herself upright again but instead her right arm split off from itself- spawning a third arm that started to grow longer and more spindly to match the others in length, but not girth. The eye in her forehead rolled in its socket as it throbbed and grew much, much bigger forcing her entire head to grow a bit bigger. The pupil turned into a horizontal notch as she looked around and then to a vertical slit as it rolled up, changing shape according to its movement. Her stomach started to inflate rapidly and she groaned long and loud as she felt something writhing in it! Malantheis almost felt like she was going to throw up, but as she did her neck grew longer, extending the travel time, and then what came out was not barf but several tendrils!
"Wuth h-happuhnen... tuh... n-nnno. Stuhp thuth... uuuuuugh!" It was hard to talk with tendrils in your mouth.
Nyx grinned at the outcome- because she stole Danna's mana, now Malantheis was extremely unstable and unable to properly lock in her form. Had her crystal still been here she could do this easily because the crystal would focus her shape for her- but it burst into dust because they did not allow her to complete it. Nyx told Mort to sheath his sword, and took it to toss over to Danna.
"For you m'lady, I think you earned the honors."
Danna took the sheathed sword, charged at Mort who put his hands together to form a step. When she stepped down onto his hands he catapult her into the air, and doing a graceful twirl she slammed the sheathed sword into the side of Malantheis' head with all her momentum and knocked her completely unconscious! Before Danna was on a quest to prove the power of changelings she was essentially the group's rogue, with high dexterity, speed, and charisma. When Malantheis hit the ground with a thunderous boom her transformations stopped. She was not thinking of anything since she was unconscious. Her body seemed to lurch and undulate like putty and slowly she shrank and the changes receded. Because she was so extremely malformed it took almost twenty minutes to become completely normal again, and by then Nyx had dragged her into a cage and locked it. Now she was a prisoner in her own menagerie.
Nyx chuckled as they wandered back out of the monster menagerie, victorious. "When I woke up this morning I did not expect to be having to deal with dungeons AND dragons. That was some good work, cooking that nut job with dragon fire. Guess you will be doing this every time now, huh? You did prove it works... sort of."
Danna clutched the tattered remains of Malantheis' cloak as the only thing she had to cover herself with. "Uh well..." She shivered as she pictured Malantheis' final form in her head. "Y'know, our group does still need a rogue. You CAN use transformation only as a weapon but... I am not sure if its a good idea. Why lean so heavy on one skill when you can have many, right? You can stand on one leg but its better with two. I think I will use transformation as a supplement rather than my sole method of making myself useful to the party. I will still have the most wicked awesome transformations you ever seen though!"
Nyx nodded, patting her on the shoulder. "THAT, sounds like a great idea." While thinking; 'and also what I suggested you do from the start'.
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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3 Continued.
Master broke in. "Well Angela?" She looked at him questioning.
"You haven't spoken in a while but you seem to be enjoying yourself."
She nodded and acted a little self conscious standing in front of us naked. "I don't know. I guess I'm in shock." She looked down at herself as if checking to make sure all her parts were intact. "I've never done anything like this. I mean, I've had sex..." We knew that part. "But fuck. You guys are intense."
Master nodded. "Yeah, We are, but that's part of our lifestyle. We aren't always this intense. Sometimes we're much more intense, but we're almost never like the 'vanilla' world either."
He walked over to the table and scooted the almond oil a couple of inches as if to remind to us that he wasn't done yet, then he walked over to the hotels advertisements strewn on one table. He called and ordered a variety of foods from room service and a pot of coffee. Oh shit, I thought. Coffee? He's plotting.
Angela sat down on the bed near me. She looked like she had something to say but she was quiet. While Master was busy I scooted closer and took her hand. "Are you alright?"
She grasped my hand and turned back to me. "I'm so fuckin' alright. I didn't even know I could get this horny." I laughed and we held hands, watching Master.
Master returned to unclip my leash. "You girls relax for a while. I ordered some food."
I rolled off of my knees onto my back and splayed out across the bed. Angela laid back and rested her head on my thigh. We laid there for a long while and rested. She toyed with the end of my leash, twirling it on the beautiful brown skin of her trim belly.
Master clicked on some boring TV news show and I ignored it as I was well practiced in doing. My thoughts drifted to Angela and Master. She was so open and Masters artful manipulation seemed to have drawn out a natural desire for dominance and submission, or maybe it was just that she liked heavy sex. I assumed that Master was just that good and she hadn't even realized what was happening. I reached down and stroked her head as it rest on my thigh, brushing the hair from around her face.
A knock came to the door. Master pointed toward the door. I went to grab some cloths and realized all I had left was the sheer cover up I brought for the beach. It wouldn't even begin to hide my black garter and stockings but I grabbed it and didn't even tie it closed as I ran for the door.
A young man stood there with a cart full of food. He looked right past me and I realized he could see Angela lying naked on the bed. The next place his eyes landed was on my tits, the details of which were only slightly hidden by my cover-up, which wasn't closed anyway. I stepped out of the way for him to enter but his nerves got ahold of him and he pushed the cart half way inside the door before excusing himself. I couldn't resist playing with him. I let go of the cover-up and it fell open. One nipple came uncovered. His eyes shot down to my smooth pussy. He left so fast that I started giggling uncontrollably.
We enjoyed a snack and left the cart outside the door. We all had a glass of wine as our conversation picked up. Angela had questions which she and Master discussed at length. I listened quietly. By the time the subject started to change Angela had a very good idea what our lifestyle was like, as well as an idea how other people view the lifestyle. Her image of leather clad, hooded sexual deviancy had been softened to an open minded acceptance that our lifestyle was varied and that different people lived different ways that were acceptable as long as certain lines weren't crossed, and even those lines were subjective in ways.
She accepted us. We accepted her. I wanted her in my life in whatever capacity could exist. We were fast friends.
But we were friends sitting at the table with a crafty and intelligent man who had an agenda. In my world, that was something never to be forgotten. That bottle of almond oil was still looming large in my mind. My eyes wandered over the room where so much had already taken place. It gave me an idea of my own.
I left my chair and knelt next to Master laying a hand on his thigh. He would know I had a request. He nodded my way.
"Master, may your slave remove her stockings?" I didn't want to tell him they had become uncomfortable or I might end up wearing them all the way home.
He nodded his consent. I had more. "May your slave run a bath for you two?
Master thought for a moment. "A hot bath sounds nice girl." He looked at Angela. She smiled in agreement. "Yes, run us a bath and be in it when I'm ready."
I turned to my duty. There were bath oils sitting next to the tub. I ran the bath as hot as I could stand it, infusing the oils into the water. I stripped and stepped into the heat. If stung my skin as I entered. The masochist in me took over as I sat upon a preformed seat. The tub would easily accommodate all three of us, though maybe just a little cozy. It may have been designed for two, but it was plenty big enough for two people and a slave. The warmth penetrated my body and as the tub filled up I knelt upon the bottom, my breasts bobbing at the surface.
I called out. "Master, your water is ready."
The two of them walked over. Master helped Angela into the water and stepped over the side himself. Each of them took one of the seats and I remained between them. As Master relaxed I took his foot in my hands and set it in my lap. I began massaging it. I massaged both feet, up each leg until I was nearly brushing against his genitals. I worked every muscle and then turned to Angela and did he same. She loved it. She laid back and whispered at me repeatedly how good it felt.
Next I turned to my Master and asked, "May your slave massage her loving Masters back?" He turned, allowing me to slip behind him, where I again worked the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. I reached around and worked down his arms from behind before slipping from behind him and kneeling in front of him where I massaged his chest, his forearms, even his hard stomach.
I turned to Angela . I didn't even have to ask as I slipped behind her, mirroring my work over her beautiful brown skin. I admired how my pale white skin contrasted against hers. I slipped around the front of her and worked her forearms, and hands. Her response to my ministrations was dramatic in comparison to Masters stoic appreciation. I worked my way up her tummy to her breasts where I no longer massaged muscles but large, beautiful orbs of exquisite tan sexuality. She looked me in the eye the whole time. It intimidated me and I kissed her on the cheek as I withdrew to the middle of the tub and knelt toward my master in the tangle of our feet.
As I worked over their muscles in the steamy water, they conversed about lots of things, masters work, Angela's schooling . We talked about how I met Master and how he learned to be a Dominant. It was relaxed and comfortable.
The tangle of feet aside, kneeling in shallow water is fun. It opens up so many seductive options with its supportive weightlessness. I leaned back and let my nipples stick out of the water. When I wasn't paying attention Master flicked one with his finger and I yelped out loud. It embarrassed me. Angela splashed water in his face and we all laughed.
The water was getting warm and Master told me to get our towels. I stepped out and brought an open towel to the tub. Master led Angela out and I wrapped it around her. I was freezing. I dried Masters body but before I finished he picked up a towel and wrapped it around me. I dried myself. The room was warm but I was still cold. I stepped to the bed and drew the covers back, kneeling on the floor beside it.
Angela bounced up on the bed and spoke to Master. "Jon, can Stephanie come up on the bed?"
"If you like." he responded. I crawled up into the bed.
Angela and I were sprawled on the soft, clean sheets of the bed. The room was still lit only by candles. The TV had been turned off. The only sounds were ours and distant waves. Our hair was wet. If it weren't for the looming presence of my Master I would have curled up next to Stephanie and fallen sleep, but Master returned.
He brought my leash and a handful of long, thick white cotton ropes. Be tossed the leash to Angela. She was awkward as she fumbled to clip it on my collar, but I suspected a lot more awkward was coming for both of us.
Master asked Angela, "Do you want to see how intense it can get?"
She didn't answer for a moment, and when she did it came out soft and quiet. I had a nagging angst as I wondered where this would go. "For who?" She asked.
"That depends on you."
She swallowed hard and didn't say anything.
"What do to want?" He asked.
I could see was processing. She looked at me as if she wanted advice. She swallowed hard.
"Stephanie is so beautiful and you two are so close. I want to talk to her if you don't mind."
"Okay." He jerked my chain and I crawled fast to the edge of the bed and knelt before him, spreading my thighs wide facing him, palms turned up and resting on my thighs, eyes resting on his feet.
She crawled across the bed and sat on the edge next to me. Master was directly in front of us. "Stephanie, I need to know what you think." I was confused. I looked up at her while she continued. "I'm scared, but I want to know how you feel, you know, first hand."
I couldn't help smiling as I admired her honesty and her courage.. Master watched us. I responded. "You don't need me for that Angela. I think that would be beautiful, but are you sure? You've seen so little."
She nodded. "I don't know if I'm sure. Jon, I mean, your Master," she looked up at him and turned away quickly, "he's so..." She paused searching for words.
I interrupted. "He's a good Master who knows how to reach me. He's a good man. I love him and I adore you. If there is something you want, just ask. If you are worried about hurting me, don't. I am his and what pleases him, pleases me." It felt really weird having this conversation with him standing naked a foot away.
I took her hand and held it for a moment, then with a gentle squeeze I placed her hand on Masters chest. She looked up at him. He stood like a statue, beautiful and silent.
Angela left her hand there as she looked up at him. "Jon, would you teach me?
"Teach you what?" He asked.
She thought for a moment. "Teach me how to serve you?"
Master thought for a moment of his own. "There are a lot of things we both have to learn before I can even consider something like that, but what I will do is start making sure you know what you're asking. Get on your knees." He commanded.
She hesitated, looking me over and then seemed to realize she ought to be moving. She shifted her knees under her. Master took her hands and placed them palm down on her thighs then grabbed the hair behind her head and tilted her head down before speaking again.
"Angela, you've only seen a little of what my relationship with this slave is like. Our sessions can be much more intense, and much longer than what you've seen tonight." He leaned down and put his face next to her ear. "And much, much more painful." He stood again. "How can I be confident that you are serious when we've only known each other a day?"
She paused a long while before answering. She started to look up but he pushed her head back down. "I don't know about the pain. I'm afraid, but I've been watching you two, or really watching Stephanie." She stopped for a moment. "I've never seen trust like hers. I don't think I want to be a slave but I want to feel like she feels."
I was gushing inside. I wanted to embrace her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted Master to want her and I wanted her next to me.
Master must have been reading my mind. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face. Her hand was still on his chest and I wanted desperately to see the expression on her face, but Masters eyes were drilling into mine as he spoke.
"Slave. What do you think about all of this?"
"Master, I live for your pleasure. I only want you happy."
"Bullshit." The word hit me like a slap on the face. "I know you are devoted. I know your love for me and I love you, but you have desires. What she's asking may become serious someday. Are you willing to take that risk?"
Doubts and questions flooded my mind. He held my face with his hand but his eyes gripped my soul. He was right, of course. I thought about Angela. My warmth for her had grown so fast, but I had no doubt of her sincerity. She was amazing.
I thought about Master. Every fear I ever had of him had turned into love and trust as the fears proved unfounded. I let the thoughts run through my mind, afraid to speak too quickly. Hints of jealousy washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew my fear was not rational. Excitement of the novelty of having a sister enveloped me, but the reality of how difficult life can be in a relationship checked my emotions up.
I turned to look at her. Her hair was messy. She was gorgeous kneeling next to me. That aroused me. I reached to her and placed my hand gently on the back of her head. She turned to me and the expression of sincerity mixed with fear, lust and whatever other complexity drew me to her.
I looked at Master. "I've never met anyone like her, Master. She knows what she wants and she is not naive. I think she would make a perfect sister to me and I believe she will bring even more beauty into our lives. I know you will make good decisions for me."
Master listened and thought. He lifted her chin, holding both of our faces up to him. "Then we'll just see how it goes. I am not promising anything to either of you but I'll accept your request Angela. You'll have to earn my trust and I will earn yours."
He bent over putting his face close to hers.
"This will not be easy for you girl. Your training starts tonight."
She looked up at him and swallowed hard, "Yes, yes..."
"Sir" he finished for her. "You will call me Sir. You are not my slave. You are my submissive. You are sisters and you will address each other as your sister. Your name does not exist Angela. You are my girl, Stephanie is my slave."
I almost giggled. He was on a roll.
My heart leapt at the thought of having her as my sister.
Master continued, "We will have details to work out, but for now you two had best put the rest of the world aside. Tonight, this is your world."
I love it when he gets like that.
Master took a rope, fastened it into a loop around her neck, loose and secure. She didn't move. He jerked down. It took a moment but she got on her hands and knees. He dropped her leash and took mine, almost dragging me off of the bed to sit in the chair. My heart sank but I didn't let it show.
He returned to her and took up her leash. He jerked upward. She thought for a moment and then returned to her knees. He pulled up so that the rope strained against her neck until she rose up off of her haunches. Concentration on my sisters face was a gorgeous thing.
"If you can't take what you're going through, you can tell me to stop, but I warn you, if you ask me to stop, I will stop completely. I will assume you have changed your mind and you will be free to go. You'll be free to stay too, but I will not force you to do something you don't want. Do you understand?"
She nodded, he pulled the rope toward him until she lost her balance. She struggled but she regained it.
Answer me with Yes Sir."
She answered, "Yes Sir."
I was fascinated watching them.
"Do you understand that you are free to go?" He asked.
"Yes Sir."
Do you want to go?"
"No Sir"
"Are you afraid to be bound?"
"No Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, I'm afraid but..."
He interrupted her. "Do you accept my control and will you submit?"
"Yes Sir."
She was awesome. She glanced at me. I smiled. Her face showed her nerves.
Master took her leash and dragged her backward until she fell with a soft shriek onto her back on the bed He bound her wrists together in front of her, then went to his bag and dumped it on the table. A massive pile of coiled rope fell out, as well as a few items I hoped my new sister wouldn't see, at least until Master chose for her to. In her current state that wasn't much of a concern.
He returned to her with more ropes and dropped them on her belly. She looked a little wide eyed as Master took my leash and led me onto the bed.
"Kneel over your sister's face." His voice was deep and commanding.
I complied. My knees were on each side of her head. I was facing her legs. My pussy hovered directly over her face. I awaited further commands. Between my breasts I could see her chest. She was breathing hard, obviously nervous but there was nothing I could do for her now. Sisters fate was His.
Master took the pillows from the head of the bed. With his hand under her ass he directed her to lift her ass and he shoved pillows under her until her ass was a good foot off of the bed. He spread her legs, deliberately placing them as wide as they could go.
She looked so vulnerable. I was intoxicated by all that I witnessed.
Master went to the table and spoke over his shoulder. "Girl, have you ever had anything in your ass?" It was point blank. Her body tensed.
Her reply was tentative. "No... No Sir."
"Do you object?" He asked.
She didn't respond right away. Her body remained tense.
"Do you object?" He repeated.
""No Sir." She sounded like she was almost in tears.
I leaned forward. I couldn't see her eyes. I knew I needed to let go and submit myself to the fact that Master was in control. Somehow that was easier when it was just me. I forced myself to breath slow and deep.
Master came over with the almond oil and a large, heavy, steel butt plug which I was very familiar with.
He looked at sister. "I was not prepared to have a virgin ass here with me tonight, but since you delayed in answering me I have a special treat for you. Your will know who owns your ass by the time we're through."
She didn't waste time in answering him, at all. "Yes Sir."
Master laid the heavy plug between her tits as he tied ropes to her legs just above her knees. The tag ends of these he slung across the bed and attached them to the feet under the head of the bed with an ingenious knot which allows him to adjust the length easily, and yet remains secure. I've never been able to get one to give, but Master does. He adjusted the tension so that her legs were spread wide apart and held up in the air. I could see her beautiful brown pussy and I wondered what torment I might witness, or endure.
Master held the plug over her face. "Kiss it."
She did.
He told her to lick it. She did.
He told her, "This isn't going to be easy. I want you to relax and take your time. If it hurts, I want you to tell me immediately."
"Yes Sir." She whispered.
Master took ahold of my leash and with his hand on my hip, guided my crotch down onto her face. My pussy was on her mouth and I could feel her nose pushing against the bud of my ass hole. Her breast heaved with her labored breathing. Stress was overtaking her.
Master spoke softly, "Relax girl, you are safe. I'll take care of you. Your sister will tell me if something is wrong." It helped. She settled down a bit.
Master pulled the rope on her neck down and draped it by her feet.
"Lick your sisters pussy, girl." He said and he pulled the rope leash unexpectedly, making her face press into my crotch. As she realized the command was for her, she slowly snaked her tongue out and I felt it press into the pink folds of my labia. My legs were spread wide and it was difficult to keep my balance as my body reacted to her first touches. I wondered how she felt with her nose nuzzled into my ass crack.
Master took the bottle of oil and poured oil onto her slit until it was pooling in the depressions. She jumped as it hit her and let out a muffled sound. Master carefully rubbed the vicious steel plug over her slit, and pressed it into her pussy. My sisters hips strained as it entered her and I could feel her moan into my pussy. I began to work my hips back and forth over her mouth as I watched Master pump the long plug into her cunt. It was a lovely thing to watch.
Master pulled it out and slid it down further until it was touching her anus. Her moaning was near constant and every sound was synchronized with his movements, but they stopped as she felt the pressure on her back door.
Master held it there with firm pressure, swirling it gently. I could tell he was taking his time and being very careful with her virgin ass but I knew the pressure would be relentless. Such was his way.
I couldn't concentrate on her licking me as the scene played out before me. Master started coaching her.
"Try to relax your ass girl." Surprisingly I heard her murmur from between my pussy lips, "Yes Sir."
"Breathe," he reminded her. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "Breathe and try to let your muscles relax. Let it in. I won't hurry but your ass is going to remember me girl."
As she breathed out again he pushed it in further. She whimpered in response. This continued for a long time with him coaching, and slowly working the large plug into her. After some time I noticed that she was not licking me anymore. Master noticed to.
"Why have you stopped girl?" And her mouth began to work on me again.
As she adjusted to the girth of the plug, her ass expanded past the thickest portion. It slid inside her fairly quickly after that and she lifted her face into me, screaming softly in pleasure or maybe even pain as it sunk to the hilt. Master smiled and backed away to admire his handy work while the erotic atmosphere grew. I suddenly became aware that she was licking my pussy furiously and my legs nearly collapsed. I fell forward onto my hands, looking down at hers bound on her belly.
Master rubbed the back of my head and then grabbed my hair and pushed me down into the cunt in front of me. I knew what to do as the slick almond oil smeared on my face and I began to lick her with ferocity matching what I felt on my steaming pussy.
Master climbed on the bed behind me and stated flatly. "You may not cum without permission girl. Your orgasm is mine."
She broke away from my pussy. "Yes Sir." And returned to her work.
I felt oils on the crack of my ass and his finger rubbing against my own ass hole. I knew she could be watching every one of these actions. I concentrated on pleasuring her and relaxing my ass. I didn't want to make her cum. I wanted to prolong it and spare her at the same time.
Master grabbed my hips and lifted until I felt his cock slide inside me and then I felt his thumb pressing into my ass as he began to fuck me slowly.
I pushed back against him, trying not to pull away from my sister as she was struggling enough to lick me. Every time her tongue hit my clit it was like a shock and I knew I would cum soon if I wasn't careful. I tried for permission.
"Master, may your slave cum for you?"
"Cum slave, and let your sister clean your cunt afterward "
"Oh yes Master, as you wish," but in having been given permission it was like my body heard him and suddenly a wave of ecstasy washed through my pussy and I nearly collapsed as I moaned. "Master, thank yooouuu,"
When I cum, my pussy gushes my nectar in quantity I heard my sister struggling under me. I lifted myself up but Master, his thumb still pressed into my ass, pushed me back down. I also sank my face back into her pussy and began to tongue fuck her, swirling my tongue around and penetrating her as deep as my tongue could go. The edge of the steel plug in her ass pushed in my nose painfully. I adjusted my head to the side and focused on her clit for a moment, switching between sucking and flicking my tongue over every inch of her sweetness. Her hips pressed up into my face.
Master pulled his cock out of me and I felt cum drizzle out of me. The only place it could go was all over my sisters face I felt for her, but I smiled, thinking, 'welcome to the family.'
Not surprisingly, she handled it well. Master knelt behind me and watched her. I felt him reaching between our bodies and manipulating her breasts which just combined to make her writhe against her restraints with little whimpering screams of pleasure, or maybe pain.
It must have been pain since Masters voice broke the spell. "Bite her lips slave."
Oh shit, I thought. If I bit too hard I'd hurt her badly, but if I bit too soft master would know because she wouldn't react. I sucked her already swollen lips into my mouth and pinched them between my teeth but it wasn't hard enough. I pinched harder and she yelped.
Whew, that was good.
She yelped again, and I knew Master was pinching her nipples.
With no warning I felt master pulling my leash, my smooth golden collar spinning on my neck as he pulled me back to kneel above her.
"Go get the pink one," he said. The pink one was a large, thick dildo with a really strong vibe. The head was pretty damn big. It stretched me every time.
I complied, quickly crawling to the edge of the bed I trotted to the table where the pink one was nestled among the ropes. As I brought it back I received further direction.
"Fuck her."
I had a flash of anxiety for my sister. That butt plug plus this dildo was an all consuming sensation, and with Master directing, there was little chance that I would be able to moderate how she received it.
Sister was already in trouble. She had been restrained for a long time. I looked over the places where rope was attached. Master had left them loose. The only points where it appeared that they were sinking into her flesh was where the most pressure was against her lower thigh.
Her body was writhing. And she was breathing very hard, but the sounds she was making spoke of deep pleasure.
I placed the head of the dildo at her entrance and pushed. Her pussy resisted but as it plunged past the entrance she screamed out, "Oh fuck that thing is huge."
Master knelt with her head between his thighs, watching me. His smile showed approval of both my obedience and her reaction.
"Turn it on." He growled.
I twisted the base and the vicious vibrator hummed to life. I pushed it in slowly until it would go no further and held it there for a moment before withdrawing it. I pressed it into her again. Her pussy looked abused as it impaled her. The amount of pussy juice practically squirting out of her blew me away.
Master grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them, then pinched her nipples. She squealed. He pinched and pulled and twisted and she grit her teeth against the pain.
When her nipples looked swollen and erect, Master had a satisfied look on his face. Sisters face had a cum covered look of ecstasy. He turned around and knelt with his cock hanging toward her face and pushed it slowly and forcefully between her jaws. She sucked him like a starving animal. Every breath that left her body came out with a moan.
As Master pulled his cock out if his mouth he spoke. "You may not cum girl."
She gurgled, "Yes Sir." And the cock plunged between her lips.
When he pulled it out of her he asked, "Do you want to cum without permission?"
"No Sir." She groaned. He took his long cock in his hand and slapped her across the cheek with it on both sides.
"Our relationship will require honesty, girl. Do you want to cum?"
"Yes Sir."
"You may not."
She groaned. "Yes Sir." But watching her body told me she must be very, very close.
The thick shaft of flesh thrust into her mouth. I timed a thrust of the pink dildo with it. She writhed with a long, moaning scream.
Master held his cool inside her mouth. She gagged. He backed it off a little but kept it there. She was moaning into his cock.
"Do you want to cum girl?"
Her mouth was full. She tried to answer but she couldn't. She nodded her head, and I can only imagine that her eyes showed desperation. Master fucked her face and then pulled out. He wrapped his fist around his dick and began to masturbate furiously over her face.
I knew she was going to cum. No matter what happened, she was going to cum.
Master pumped his cock and after a moment I guessed that he too was going to cum yet again. I prepared myself for a clandestine action of my own, suspecting that I knew what was about to happen.
I was right. Master said, "Cum girl." And the second he said it I planted my face on her clit without permission, driving the pink dildo deep into her. I sucked and flicked at her large clit and her orgasm exploded on the toy.
I looked up, and caught glimpses of my Masters cum hitting her under her chin. Master stroked his cock until every drop had spewed onto her face. Meanwhile, Angela was literally screaming in orgasm. She was pushing and pulling her hip in every direction. Her bound hands flailed and her legs strained against the ropes.
Her orgasm went on forever. Master moved from over her and she was still cumming as I fucked her.
When she finally finished, it was like every muscle in her body slowly turned to putty.
I asked Master if I could clean her. I pulled out the pink one and quickly licked her pussy clean, all along her thighs, her slit and down her sopping ass crack, but my job was not done.
Master was untying her wrists. As I crawled up to her. I started with her tits where little spurts of my Masters seed had landed and licked each one into my mouth, savoring the tangy flavor and the silky texture that I loved. I licked her neck clean as she lay exhausted, still whimpering softly. I licked her cheeks clean, a drop right next to her eye, and a little off of her nose.
I saved the best for last as I planted my lips on hers, sucking Masters delicious cum off her lips and kissing her. I'm not sure I ever had a deeper more heartfelt kiss as she kissed me back. I felt deeply content and happy. This weekend had been a miracle.
I stayed there, caressing her hair and brushing it out of her face. We said nothing. She just stared into my eyes as I held her head and kissed her. I knew her sensations weren't through and I wanted to be with her for what came next.
Master tugged on the butt plug. I knew that would feel intense as her ass had held it in for too long and her asshole had to expand over the thick part for it to exit. She strained and I whispered, "Breathe, little sister. Just let yourself relax." I kissed her and she gasped as the plug exited her. She squirmed. I knew the intense, hot sensation she felt as her butt tried to remember what life had been like before Master took ownership of it.
I turned to Master. "Master, may your slave and her sister rest?"
He had a warm, loving look on his face as he turned his attention to freeing her legs. "Yes my dear. Please rest. Help your sister recover."
He freed her legs and she rolled off of the pillows with a flop. She curled up in a ball next to me and I rubbed the places where the ropes had buried themselves in her thighs. I knew how good it felt to be freed as the blood rushes into areas where the rope had been tied. I knew how good it felt when Master did this for me.
Master came to us and rubbed the other leg and leaned down to kiss Angela. She sprang to life but he held her down and kissed her deeply. She settled and I could feel relaxation wash over her.
After a long kiss, Master spoke to her in the softest tone I think he has in his soul. "You did very well girl." He brushed hair from her cheek. "Few girls could have handled what you've been through in their first session. I am very, very pleased."
He turned to me as I watched gratitude spread over sisters face. "Yes Sir," she whispered, "Thank you Sir. May I have another?"
Masters eyes went wide. He turned back to her and she gave him a huge smile as the humor of it sank in.
Master laughed out loud. "You may girl, but spare yourself tonight."
He returned to me. "And you, my slave, will be rewarded for your performance. I love you."
I absolutely melted. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Thank you Master, may I have another?"
He smiled and said. "You may. I love you."
He stood up and tended to things in the room. My beautiful, brave sister and I curled up together with our arms around each other.
That was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up still tangled up in sister. I looked up at her and she was awake. Concern shown in her eyes. She spoke quietly as I realized Master was behind her, sleeping in the bed. "Stephanie, have I hurt you?"
I answered, "I'm your sister. Stephanie is not my name for you. And no, you've made me very happy. My wildest dreams wouldn't have been this good." I looked straight at her. "And I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it. No fronts. If you choose to continue, we are family, as best we can be."
She reacted to the thought of a choice. "I don't know how it will work but I don't want to leave."
"Talk to Master. I'm sure he will have answers."
As the morning progressed, he did have answers. We ordered room service and ate breakfast while we all talked. She needed to have her life. Master was clear on that, but she was always welcome in our home. He established some ground rules for her to keep in contact with him in her absence. She only lived an hour away, so that was a good thing. She could, (more like would,) spend weekends and other free time with us when possible and Master would train her, teaching her how to live as a submissive.
He made her schooling her priority and while he thought he might have advice he did not want to impact her choices other than to give that advice if she wanted it.
It became a comfortable plan for both of them and while she could see that he would be a huge, dominant presence in her life, she still had all the things she loved about her life available. For my part I was happy and excited about the future. I could see that the life I loved was not compromised by her presence. It was enhanced and beautified.
I was also in absolute awe of how my Master had orchestrated this weekend.
We spent part of the day at the beach and when we parted my sister broke out in tears. I was alarmed until I realized that it was happiness and intensity overcoming her. I knew that feeling well and for the first time in my life I had a chance to share that part of my world.
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DownStairs
(This story is copyright Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser, 2003. This story contains graphic descriptions of nonhuman males engaged in homosexual acts. If this offends you, or if you are not of legal age to view such materials, go do something constructive instead. All named characters are copyright Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser. Resemblance of any unnamed character to any copyrighted character is unintentional, or appearance was used with permission. Please direct all compliments and constructive criticism to , or to Stilghar on Furnet (formerly Yiffnet) IRC. Flamers will be laughed at and have their e-mail addresses blocked and sold to spammers and script kiddies. Use protection.)
So this wolf walks into a bar...
Okay, so it's not much of a start. This is my first attempt at writing a raw spooge story. Gimme a break.
The bar was the Staircase, a fairly successful gay bar named, most furs assumed, for the huge staircase that connected the upper level dance floor to the main area on the ground floor. The wolf was Stephen, a rather handsome male who was showing off much of his white-furred, well-toned body with a muscle shirt cut well above the navel and a pair of denim cutoffs that left very little to the imagination. He wore no shoes; few furs did during the warm spring and summer months. He was also one of a few, maybe a tenth of the furs in the crowd tonight, that knew about the other staircase.
The Staircase was moderately busy tonight, with males of various races cruising, dancing, drinking, laughing, and generally enjoying the music and each other's company. The DJ was playing classic rock tonight, which suited Stephen just fine. After a short wait in line at the bar, Stephen wandered into the common area, stiff drink in his paw, singing along with the music and scanning the crowd. It didn't take him long to spot a familiar fur, and he altered his course slightly for the leopard's table. He proceeded slowly, enjoying the view of his handsome friend in his tank top and cargo shorts. Approaching quietly to avoid drawing attention, Stephen managed to get close behind his "prey". Sliding his paws under the feline's shirt, he pinched his friend's nipples gently, and nipped playfully at one ear before announcing himself. "Heya, Hot Spots, how's it going?"
The leopard was slightly startled, but recovered quickly. "Hey, fuzzybutt, fancy meeting you here tonight. What's with this outfit? Looks like you're in one of your 'moods'."
Stephen took a seat across the table from his friend and his grin turned wicked. "I am," he replied. "I don't know if it's the full moon, or if it's just been too long, or what, but I'm planning on getting sleeeeeeazy tonight." His voice dropped into a low murring tone the leopard instantly recognized, and "Hot Spots" answered with a leer of his own. "But I'll get to that later. Or maybe I should say, 'we'. In any case, how've you been, Lenny? I haven't seen you in a while."
Lenny's smile turned a bit strained and he took a large swig of his own drink. "I've been better," he said blandly, and motioned for the waiter. The raccoon sauntered over, took Lenny's order with a smile, and proceeded back to the bar.
Stephen's expression turned serious. "What's the matter, buddy?" Lenny sighed and tried to look away, but Stephen's concerned face and beautiful blue eyes held him.
It didn't take long for Lenny to give up. "Aww, hell. Misery loves company. You know that panther I've been seeing lately?" Stephen nodded, and Lenny went on. "Well, it turns out he's a married male- to a fem, with kids even. Bastard was just using me to get back at something his wife did. I was just a warm hole that he wasn't married to, and male to boot, just to piss off his wife. I didn't bother to get the whole story. Fucker strung me along for months; hells, I thought he was Mr. Perfect..." Lenny's voice started to break, and Stephen put his paw over his friend's and gave a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, buddy, you okay?" Stephen asked seriously. Lenny looked at his friend and took the wolf's paw into his.
"Yeah, man, I'm fine, or I will be, eventually. I'm sorry to dump my personal problems on you..."
Stephen interrupted. "Don't apologize, Leonard, I *did* ask. You know you can dump on me anytime. That's what friends are for, right?" The raccoon returned with Lenny's drink, but the wolf stopped his friend when he reached for his money. "This one's on me, bud," Stephen said, and paid the waiter himself.
"Thanks, man," Lenny said gratefully, then cracked another smile. "Maybe I need to get a little sleazy too, with the right furs this time, and for the right reason." The leopard massaged his friend's paw gently, and Stephen grinned.
"Feel like going Downstairs? " the wolf asked.
Lenny's grin turned lusty and his eyes shone. "Let me finish this drink," he answered, "and I'll be right behind you...or in front, or on top...hells, maybe all of the above, and then some!"
The pair quickly downed their drinks, stood, and walked together towards a fairly unoccupied area of the club. A bouncer was standing watch there, a huge Grizzly, nearly seven feet tall unshod, which, like most of the patrons and other employees alike, he was. He wore only faded jeans, tight in the seat and crotch, and his bare bear chest rippled with muscle under the fur. His face, while calm, spoke louder than words that he would harbor no foolishness in the club on his watch. "Heya, Big Mikey," Stephen greeted the huge bear.
Big Mikey's eyebrow quirked and his muzzle turned into a barely perceptible smile. "Hiya, Steve. Hey, Lenny," the bear rumbled in a deep bass that could literally shake the walls if he let it-and there had been times he'd had to. "Going DownStairs tonight?"
Stephen and Lenny both nodded, and Mike led them towards a small counter in a darkened corner of the vast common room. Mike stepped behind the counter and held out his paw. "I need to see 'em before I can let ya in, Boss's rule."
"We understand," Lenny replied, as both he and Stephen fished in their pockets for what the bear wanted. They each pulled out and placed into the bear's huge paw a plastic card, roughly the size of a credit card, with a small dark square in the center. Mike placed one of these into a slot on the countertop, and looked at Lenny. The leopard placed his thumb on the counter next to the card, and a small light on the countertop flashed green. Lenny took back his card, and Stephen went through this process as well. Mike's smile widened a bit as he did something with the console and the artfully concealed door opened in the wall behind him.
Lenny went through this door first, but Stephen stopped and turned to face the huge bouncer. "What time do you get off tonight, big guy?"
Mike grinned down at the shorter wolf. "My shift ends in about fifteen minutes," the massive grizzly rumbled. "As to when I get off, I guess that depends on the situation DownStairs. Now get outta here, I can't keep this door open long." Stephen flashed the bear a grin, thanked him, and headed through the door, closing it softly behind him.
The secret door opened into a narrow staircase, leading down into the building's basement. About halfway down the steps stood Lenny, with an odd expression on his muzzle. "Flirting with Mikey? The first time you came here, you were scared to go near him."
Stephen chuckled. "That was before my first time down here." The pair both laughed and continued down the stairs.
The staircase ended in a wider area that resembled a locker room, with rows of small lockers. Most of the lockers were the standard small lockers found in gyms everywhere, but with an electronic lock with a small display and a card slot designed to accommodate the cards they'd used to gain entry into the area known as DownStairs. Stephen selected a locker whose display read "UNUSED", placed his card into the slot and pressed his thumb against the small print scanner on the lock. There was a small beep, and the locker popped open. Stephen placed his keys and wallet into it, and started to remove his shirt.
"Don't," Lenny purred softly, placing a paw over his friend's. "I want to do that myself...inside." Stephen grinned and closed his locker, looking to make sure the lock held his card securely until he released the lock with his thumbprint, while Lenny secured his valuables in another. The two males embraced, pulling one another into a passionate kiss that lasted quite some time. They finally broke the kiss, and smiled lustily at one another.
"Let's go see who's doing what to who down here," Stephen murred.
Lenny agreed excitedly, and the two went arm-in-arm through the wide door in the far end of the locker room, into what most patrons of the lower facility called "the Hub". This large, semicircular room was comfortably furnished, with several large couches and many thick, decadent-looking pillows scattered about. Occupying these at the moment were perhaps some twentydd male furs of various races, all of them nude, aroused, and enjoying one another's company to put it mildly. One golden retriever, in particular, was having a great deal of fun with the wolf behind him, the fox beneath him, and the tabby cat in his muzzle. Another group consisted of a large, handsome rottweiler and a tiger wearing a cowboy hat, a rainbow bandanna around his neck, and nothing else; their performance had earned them a sizable crowd of onlookers and several wet stains in their fur, none of which they seemed to mind. Small tables were scattered about almost randomly, each bearing an assortment of various lubricants, flavored and unflavored, as well a few toys here and there. A large-screen TV dominated one wall, displaying a film of other males engaged in similar activity, to which several of the patrons pleasured themselves or each other while watching. Several doors in the wall around the room led off to other rooms, some of which offered privacy, or more elaborate equipment for various assorted kinks. One wall had a small bar, which served drinks and snacks to furs not otherwise occupied, or seeking a break from the festivities. A slender, wiry fox in a very skimpy speedo tended bar. Currently, he had no customers, and he watched the activities in the center of the room with obvious interest. His speedo had long since failed to hide his erection, and he sat on a stool behind the bar, stroking himself slowly. He smiled at the two newcomers, and waved hello. "Hey, guys, nice to see ya, even if I'm not seeing all of ya yet." The fox's leer was shameless, and he continued his slow masturbation as he greeted Stephen and Lenny. "Can I get ya anything?"
Stephen returned the fox's grin lecherously. "No thanks, Todd, looks like you've got your paws full already. Careful there, you know your boss won't like it if he sees you with cum in your fur while you're on duty."
Todd's grin got even wider. "Don't worry, I can always find a willing recipient whenever I'm ready to shoot."
Stephen laughed, then turned to the leopard on his arm. "In here, Hot Spots, or do you want to take it private?"
Lenny looked to his lupine companion and began to lead him to the nearest couch. "In here, fuzzybutt. I want an audience for this."
The two gravitated to the couch, and began kissing again. Their tongues danced, their mouths making soft noises of pleasure. They embraced, paws roaming freely. Lenny slid his paws underneath Stephen's shirt, running his fingers through the wolf's soft, white fur, sliding the shirt up slowly to reveal the broad chest barely hidden by the thin fabric. Stephen busied himself by pulling up on Lenny's tank top, sliding one paw up the cat's slender stomach and the other down into his shorts.
Lenny did not fail to notice this rather direct act by his friend. "Already going for the gold, are we?" he laughed. "I hate to interrupt, but at least let me get this shirt off you before you go any farther." Stephen smiled back and held up his arms, allowing the leopard to slide the shirt off over his head. The garment was tossed aside with a negligent flip, and Lenny took a moment to admire his friend's build. "Damn, but you're hot, Steve," the cat purred.
This remark caused Stephen to giggle and strike a bodybuilder's pose, muscles visibly moving beneath the fur. He was rewarded with some applause from the other males in the room, as well as a few rather lewd suggestions, most of which he'd already intended to do anyway.
"You're a ham," Lenny laughed. "Now stand still and let me finish stripping you." With a sensual slowness, the leopard stepped closer to his friend and teasingly undid the wolf's top button. Stephen watched his friend work, the bulge in his shorts growing more prominent as the leopard's paws came close to his crotch. Lenny slowed his pace, taking his time and carefully undoing each button of the wolf's fly. He then leaned forward, burying his nose in the fur just above the wolf's waistline, as he reached around to undo the button on the tail flap. With all fasteners undone, Lenny slowly slid the skimpy shorts down, revealing to all present his wolf buddy's fully erect and throbbing seven-inch maleness. "Hot damn," the leopard purred, "does this thing ever go down?"
"Not without a good reason, Hot Spots," the wolf replied. "But now it's my turn to strip you." Stephen kicked his shorts aside and pulled his friend back to his feet, stripping off the tank top. Casting it aside, he caught his friend in a tight embrace, murring softly as their bodies touched fur to fur. Stephen kissed his friend hotly, sliding his paws down to the waistband of the Lenny's shorts. The catch on the tail flap was no obstacle, and soon both males stood totally nude, to the great appreciation of the others in the room. They continued the embrace for some time, kissing and rubbing their bodies and their cocks against each other, smearing their precum over the organs and into their fur.
Stephen stepped back, grinning lustily at his buddy. "So what do you want, Hot Spots?"
Lenny looked thoughtful for a moment, then glanced downward and purred. "First, I wanna suck you off," he answered, guiding the wolf backwards to sit on the couch. "Then I want to fuck you cross-eyed, spooge all over you, and lay back and watch you have your fun for a while. Finally, I want you to bend me over, fuck me silly, and tie to me with that thick knot of yours."
Stephen laughed, and rubbed a paw over Lenny's ears, scritching them gently. "You know what I like, don't ya, kitty?"
Lenny replied to this with a kiss, then proceeded to lick and nuzzle his way down the wolf's wiry body, giving special attention to the areas he knew were most sensitive to touch. He spent quite some time nibbling on his partner's nipples, eliciting a moan from the wolf squirming pleasurably beneath him. Eventually, Lenny made his way down to Stephen's crotch, and gently wrapped the fingers of one paw around the erect shaft, which was by now oozing pre freely.
Stephen smiled down at his friend. "Go on, Lenny. Stroke it, suck it, whatever you want."
Lenny squeezed the wolf's shaft firmly, making his friend yelp. "Don't rush me," he chided with a smile. "I want to make sure I get this right." He then proceeded to lick his friend's shaft like a lollipop, before sliding his muzzle over the wolf's throbbing rod to deliver a blowjob of the highest order.
It wasn't long at all before Stephen, excited by the thick scent of male arousal in the room and the sight of the handsome leopard going down on him, clenched his teeth together and grasped at the couch cushions, grunting out his orgasm. Lenny purred around the twitching, throbbing shaft in his muzzle, hoping to enhance the sensations even as he eagerly swallowed as much of his friend's love-juices as he could. Pulling his muzzle off the slick shaft slowly, Lenny grinned teasingly up at the wolf. "That didn't take long," he teased.
Stephen soon regained his breath, and cupped his friend's chin gently in a paw. "That was just Round One, sexy," he replied before leaning down and kissing his friend passionately. There was a round of applause from the pawful of other males who had watched the display of skillful fellatio on Lenny's part, the loudest from behind the couch. Breaking the kiss, Stephen looked up into the face of Mike as the bear smiled down at him over the back of the couch. "Hi there," he said up to the huge bear.
"Hi yourself," rumbled the huge grizzly, his muzzle split by a mischievous grin. His thick paw slid down Stephen's shoulder to massage the wolf's chest with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Did I miss anything?"
"Just the shortest blowjob I've ever given in my life," quipped Lenny, who was sliding his paw up the inside of Stephen's thigh to poke a finger gently at his friend's tailhole.
Stephen responded by pinching the leopard's ear a bit firmly. "You know I shoot quick the first time if I'm really excited," the wolf replied. "Besides, no male alive could last long in that hot muzzle of yours."
"Flattery has already gotten you everywhere with me, handsome," said Lenny with a laugh, "but feel free to dispense it all the same."
Mike couldn't resist a laugh at the bantering. "So what's next on the agenda?" the bear asked.
Lenny, meanwhile, had slowly been working a finger into Stephen's ass, pushing and twisting it gently. Stephen responded to this by spreading his legs wider to allow the leopard better access. "I'm gonna get fucked but good," the wolf answered, then glanced up at the bear again, grinning wickedly. "Maybe more than once."
Mike murred, a rumble that came from somewhere deep within his thick ursine chest. "That's a very real possibility, cutie."
Lenny purred softly, smiling at the two other males. "At least let me get him stretched out a bit," he joked, sliding a second finger into the wolf's tight hole slowly, causing the wolf to moan a bit. "That monstrous meat of yours could tear him apart!"
"It didn't last time," Mike replied, standing to his full height and laying the meat in question over the back of the couch. The bear's cock was already hard, its eleven-inch length thick and ridged with crisscrossing veins, the rounded tip oozing precum. Stephen turned to gaze at the organ, and grinned lustily, his tongue reaching out to tease the thick shaft.
"Let's move this to the floor," Mike suggested, "if you guys don't mind. The back of this couch is just gonna get in the way." The other two males heartily agreed, and the threesome moved over to a pile of thick cushions on the floor. Stephen laid himself out like a willing sacrifice, arms and legs spread wide and a wicked smile on his muzzle.
Lenny couldn't resist a giggle. "Silly wuff," he laughed, then sank to his knees and, with a bottle of lubricant from a nearby table, resumed his finger-probe beneath the white wolf's tail.
Mike also went to his knees, facing the other two males, with his immense cock within easy reach of Steve's tongue. He pressed down on the base of his sheath, angling his huge meat down towards the wolf's waiting muzzle, and was very soon rewarded for his efforts by the sensation of the end of his rod being licked and massaged by Stephen's lips.
Lenny purred softly as he watched his friend begin to fellate the huge bear, and his fingers twisted and probed teasingly, eliciting a pleasurable squirm and a soft moan that came out around the half of Mike's dick that Stephen had drawn into his muzzle.
The bear grinned at Lenny wickedly. "Make him moan again, that feels good." Lenny complied eagerly, his free paw squeezing the wolf's scrotum gently, and watched the hunky bear's reactions as Steve moaned louder.
The wolf worked as much of Mike's immense cock into his muzzle as he could manage, and bobbed his head up and down the thick shaft, massaging it with his tongue and the muscles of his throat.
Lenny's eyes went a bit wide as he watched his friend deep-throat the vast bearcock. "Damn, buddy...for a wolf, you're one hell of a cock hound!" Stephen replied by wiggling his rump playfully, and squeezing his friend's fingers with his tailhole.
Mike pulled his thick cock away from Steve's muzzle slowly, and leaned down to kiss the wolf gently on the nose. "Feels good, man," the bear rumbled, "and someday I'm gonna have to let you suck me completely off, but right now I want to watch Lenny fuck you 'fore I pound yer ass m'self."
Stephen returned the kiss with a lusty smile. "You got it, big guy." He turned his gaze to the handsome leopard fingering him, and lifted his hips. "Hey, Hot Spots, howzabout you replace those fingers with something a little thicker?"
"You got it, sexy," Lenny purred, removing his fingers and scooting himself forward to rub the tip of his cock teasingly against Stephen's tailhole, smearing his pre over the already well-lubed pucker before pushing himself forward, pushing his tip in past the tight ring of muscle. He pumped himself in and out of the wolf's hot body at a slow, measured pace, and leaned over his friend's body to kiss him firmly on the muzzle.
Stephen moaned with pleasure as the leopard's cock entered him, and returned the kiss hotly as he wrapped his legs around his friend's waist, locking his ankles and pulling his friend into him. "Fuck me, Lenny," he implored as the kiss broke for a moment. "Gimme all that dick, hard and fast!"
Lenny complied eagerly, driving his cock deep into his friend's body with each fierce thrust, plunging with such force that the wolf's entire body rocked on the cushions. Their display of wanton lust was not lost on Mike, who still sat on his knees near Steve's head, slowly stroking himself as the other two males mated. Precum oozed freely from his immense cock, and he allowed the rivulet to drip from his shaft onto Stephen's face fur. The scent and feel of bear pre only seemed to fuel the wolf's libido, and Stephen pulled his feline lover into him with ever-wilder abandon.
The cat's body tensed, trembling, as the furious pace continued. "Gonna cum soon, sexy," Lenny grunted, and Stephen replied by squeezing the invading shaft hard with his tailhole.
"Pull it out and shoot that nasty fuckin' load all over me, Lenny," Steve implored, unlocking his legs to permit his friend to comply. The leopard did, pulling his cock from his friend's ass and taking aim. He was just in time; his body wracked with orgasm less than two seconds later, his cock erupting to splatter his seed over Stephen's belly, chest and face. The wolf lay there, muzzle wide open to catch any stray drops, and Mike leaned over to rub his paw through Steve's splattered fur, then licked traces of leopard spooge from his fingers. Lenny slumped to lie atop his friend as his orgasm subsided, and he hugged the wolf tightly, regardless of - or perhaps, because of - the mess in his coat. Stephen hugged back, nuzzling the cat tenderly. "Thank you, Lenny," he murred softly into the leopard's ear.
Lenny quickly regained his breath, and licked a trace of his own seed from Stephen's chin with a smile. "Any time, handsome."
A sound from above Stephen's head got their attention, and the both looked up to see Mike golf-clapping, a grin on his muzzle. "Great show, guys."
Stephen gave the bear's oozing cock a lick and a squeeze with his paw. "Audience participation is encouraged, big guy," he murred suggestively.
Lenny gave his friend a soft kiss on the cheek and rolled off, scooting over to one side to get a good view. Sitting back comfortably, he took one of the toys, which closely matched the size and shape of Stephen's cock, and a bottle of lubricant. "Carry on, gentlemen, I'll just be over here preparing myself for the Grand Finale." Smiling in response to the lusty grins of the wolf, bear, and numerous observers, he generously applied the lube to himself and worked his tailhole with his fingers, much as he had done to Stephen earlier.
Stephen sat up and turned to Mike, his paw stroking the bear's immense length. "How do you want me, big guy?"
Mike stood and embraced the wolf tightly, lifting him from his feet. "Hold on to me," he rumbled. Stephen threw his arms around the bear's neck, thick arms braced up his legs, and huge paws guided his hips. He felt the head of the immense cock press against his still-slick tailhole, and forced the ring of muscle to relax in order to admit the huge rod of flesh. Mike pulled Stephen down onto his cock gently, and murred deeply as he slowly entered the wolf's body. "Mmmh...yeah," the bear moaned, "Tight ass on my dick, you feel good, wuffie."
Stephen shuddered with pleasure as the immense bear penetrated him so carefully, and he nibbled gently at a round ear. "You feel good inside me, Mike," he replied softly. "Now fuck me with that giant dick."
Mike slowly accelerated the pace at which he pulled and pushed on the wolf's hips, and Stephen moaned as he clung to the huge bear. Lenny watched the elaborate display of carefully applied strength with a lusty smile as he began to work the dildo he'd chosen into himself.
Stephen rode Mike's vast cock eagerly, as the bear buried his muzzle in the wolf's cum-splattered chest fur. "Harder," the wolf moaned, "Pound my ass with that monster cock!"
"You want it, you got it, handsome," Mike replied, and proceeded to impale Stephen at a pace that shook the wolf's entire body. He watched the wolf's face carefully, but Stephen's expression showed no pain, only lusty bliss, and Mike abandoned all restraint. He lowered Stephen gently to the cushions, lifting the wolf's hips so as to be able to fuck "down" into the wolf's body, adding his own mass to the muscle behind the thrusts.
Stephen cried out ecstatically, shouting encouragements to the huge bear. "Fuck yeah, gimme all that dick! Fuck me hard an' flood my ass with hot bear cum!" Stephen tightened his sphincter around the bear's immense cock, hoping to drive his large partner over the edge.
He didn't have to wait long. The bear gave vent to a thunderous roar and buried himself deep inside Stephen, who moaned wit pleasure as he felt the thick bear cock erupt inside him, flooding his body with such a vast load of bear seed that a trace escaped him, oozing out around the huge shaft.
Mike bucked his hips gently as he panted, grinning down at the wolf smiling up at him. "Maybe it's good I pulled outta yer muzzle, feels like I might've drowned ya."
"I can think of worse ways to go," Stephen replied with a chuckle.
A moan of pleasure attracted their attention, and they turned to gaze at Lenny, who was fucking himself steadily with the dildo while pinching his nipples with a free paw.
Mike kissed Stephen's forehead gently and puled himself slowly out of the wolf. "Looks like he's about ready for ya. I gotta go find some towels."
"Don't miss the show, bud," Steve said, nuzzling the bear gently.
"Don't worry, I most definitely won't!" Mike grinned, and padded off in search of a few towels.
Stephen carefully slid over to the leopard, placing his paw over Lenny's on the sex toy. Lenny looked up at the handsome wolf; his eyes were alight with lust...and something more? "Stephen," Lenny purred, "make love to me..."
Stephen kissed his friend passionately, laying back and pulling the cat over himself. He laid the used plastic penis aside, hugging Lenny tightly as the leopard straddled his waist. "Gladly," he murred, settling the tip of his member beneath Lenny's tail.
Lenny sat up, slowly sliding himself down the wolf's thick shaft, his eyes locked with Stephen's. Paws roamed slowly over furred bodies, as wolf and leopard focused only on one another. The Hub might as well have been empty for all they cared, and neither one noticed Mike's return with a pawful of towels, nor did they react when he collected the used toy, wrapped it in a towel, and took it behind the bar for cleaning.
Lenny rose and fell upon Stephen's wolfhood, moaning softly as the thick knot threatened to press into his body and lock them together. Stephen's paw wrapped gently around the leopard's erect rod, stroking slowly along its length. Neither fur spoke; the only sounds were moans of lust and pleasure. Words were unnecessary.
Lenny grunted as Stephen's knot pushed past his ring of muscle and locked into his body, and the leopard squeezed the base of his friend's shaft and bounced, tugging at the thick knot. Stephen's paw twisted and squeezed over Lenny's cock, the organ throbbing under his fingers as the cat's second orgasm neared.
Leonard wrapped his arms around Stephen's torso and embraced the lupine tightly, moaning ecstatically as his cock erupted once again, spilling his seed onto his friend's chest and belly. The scent and feel of the leopard's shuddering orgasm drove Stephen over the edge, and his howl reverberated throughout the Hub, causing every eye in the place to turn towards them. Lenny purred deeply as he felt the wolf's orgasm flood his body, spreading the warmth throughout his entire being.
They lay there for some time, basking in the afterglow, and Stephen nearly blushed as the applause caught their attention. Lenny's smile was like the rising sun, and he kissed his spotted friend passionately.
"That was beautiful, guys," rumbled an immense voice, and the two looked up at Mike's grin and accepted the beers he offered greatfully.
"Thanks," said Stephen, as the three clinked bottles. "Cheers."
They sat and drank in silence, then Lenny carefully rose, pulling gently off Stephen's knot with a wet-sounding pop. The three of them giggled, and Stephen rose as well. "Thank you for a wonderful time, Mike."
"No problem, guys," the bear replied with a grin. "You two need to hit the showers."
Grinning wickedly, both cum-smeared males hugged the big bear, spreading the mess into the grizzly's coat. "So do you, now," Lenny laughed.
"Not yet," Mike rumbled. "I plan on getting a lot messier before the night is over."
The wolf and leopard smiled at him, and padded off across the thickly carpeted floor to the door to the showers. Wordlessly, they took turns soaping each other over with the fur shampoo, scrubbing and rinsing the evidence of the night's festivities out of their coats, and both luxuriated shamelessly under the fur dryers.
They passed through the Hub again, stopping briefly to glance around the room and collect their scattered clothing. Stephen pointed out Mike with a smile, observing that the crowd around the big bear would most definitely fulfill his plans for spoogey stickiness.
Once in the locker room, both males slipped into their shorts for modesty's sake, but neither seemed inclined to put their shirts back on. That would pose no problem, as the Staircase's dance floors often abounded with shirtless males. Stephen retrieved his wallet and keys, and closed the locker, clearing it for another user and pulling his passkey from the slot. He turned to Lenny and realized the leopard was watching him, and seemed a bit nervous. "You ok, buddy?"
"Steve, do you mind if I stayed with you tonight? I don't trust myself to drive at the moment," he broke off and sighed, looking slightly forlorn, "and I just don't want to be alone tonight."
The wolf hugged his friend tightly, planting a soft kiss on the leopard's cheek. "You know you're welcome in my home, and my bed, at any time, buddy."
Lenny returned the hug, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry, Steve...I've just been dumping on you all night..."
"Shh, it's okay, buddy. I'm here for you, whatever you need."
"You're too good to me, Stephen," Lenny seemed on the verge of tears. "We've been friends for years, and you've given so much to me...You helped me come out to my family, comforted me when my father died, you were the first male I ever had sex with, and through it all I feel like I've never given anything back."
"You've given me plenty, buddy," Stephen replied warmly. "You've made my life a lot brighter. Really."
"I realized something tonight, Steve," Lenny responded. "I guess I should have figured this out years ago." He gazed intently into the wolf's eyes. "You love me. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, and I'm sorry I didn't notice it before...but I love you too."
Stephen couldn't speak. He felt as if his heart would burst from his chest at the acknowledgement he'd never in his wildest dreams hope to hear, and he hugged the leopard who'd become the most important thing in his life tenderly.
"Why didn't you say something a long time ago, Steve?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd take it, buddy. I figured you'd say something eventually, but until you did, I was perfectly content with your friendship."
"And the occasional groin-grinding?" Lenny joked.
Steve smiled warmly at the leopard. "Yeah, the sex was good."
"Was?"
"Okay, is. You're an incredibly sexy guy, and I was honored to call you my friend. I'm overjoyed now that I can call you my lover as well."
Lenny ran his fingers through his lover's chest fur, and smiled. "We have a lot to talk about, but it's late, we're both tired, and this locker room is hardly the place to plan out the rest of our lives."
Steve kissed Lenny soundly, then whispered into his ear. "Let's go home."
Fin
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(The time gap between the writing of Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 was rather large. I apologize for any inconsistencies, ret-cons, or mistakes. The following chapter will begin just where the last one left off, but will jump forward several months by the end. Thank you for reading.)
*Charlie*
Charlie sat on a lush velvet chair, Penny on his lap, while more than two dozen women kissed and caressed and pleasured one another. Not a single person in the room had clothes on. Even Ashley had taken a break from her many duties to get a taste of Lanie.
But this was business first, pleasure second.
*Pick any one of them and reach out. You might not be able to pinpoint at first,* he said in Penny's head.
Her eyes narrowed and focused on Zoe, her tiny body straddling Lily, hands fondling her new gigantic breasts. Charlie could hear Zoe think, *They're so beautiful... I wish I knew he could do this before. I wonder if Master can make my tongue a little more sensitive.*
*Of course you can,* Penny thought. *You'll just have to cum in her mouth, right Master?*
*That's right,* he told her. *I want you to try and send her a thought. Can you do that?*
She furrowed her brow, focused harder. Nothing came to her at first, and Charlie could feel the frustration bubbling up. He placed a hand gently on her thigh, let his cock twitch against her ass, and felt her simmer down with a happy sigh. "Thank you, Master," she cooed.
Zoe gasped, almost inaudibly, and involuntarily her own inner voice said, *I should slap Lily's tits for her.* With her left hand still massaging, Zoe's right came down on the other breast with a sharp *smack!* and Lily yelped happily.
"Good girl," Charlie said aloud. He reached up to Penny's chest and started to knead at her breasts gently. Her head tilted back and she sighed again, that soothing happy way of sighing that she had.
"Thank you for teaching me, Master," she moaned. "I hope this is what you want."
"I just want you to know what you're doing so you don't overdo it," he explained. "I've made a lot of mistakes with this thing, and I don't want you to do the same."
"You haven't made any mistakes lately."
"Some. But I'm certainly much better at it now."
A moment later, he stopped playing with Penny, let her come back to the real world, and she noticed just how quiet the room was. Every last one of the sluts was on her knees, facing the velvet chair, faces blank and backs straight. They looked like a grid of mannequins besides the sweat still glistening on their skin and the rise and fall of their chests with their slow, controlled breaths.
"Master..." Penny muttered.
"This is more of an emergency thing," he said, picking her up off his lap and standing up to walk around them. "If I just walked away and stopped focusing, they would all come to in five minutes or so. No harm done. But while they're like this, it's just easier to make small adjustments without going *all the way in*."
Penny walked to her sister, kneeling at one corner, and smiled down at the submissive image of herself. Charlie could sense what she wanted to do.
"Go ahead," he said. Penny slapped Sammy's face lightly, then again much harder when she gave no reaction. Nothing at all.
"They're empty," she said.
"I always thought of it as off-mode," he said, looking at Alex. "This is how I usually got away with cheating. I only fucked Shelby once, but when I did it was right in front of Alex. Otherwise I just made her forget or ignore all the signs. The point is, they'll only register what you tell them to."
"You could have just made her okay with it," Penny said.
"Hindsight's twenty-twenty. I thought I could resist the urge to fuck other girls, but I couldn't. And I don't like to Rewire twice. I'm a little upset I've had to do it to Lanie as much as I have."
Penny nodded and moved on, stepping between the girls until she found shy little Sarah. "Sarah," she said, "what's your kinkiest fantasy?"
In a matterf-fact tone, Sarah said, "To have my ass fucked on a public train by Master."
"Oh that's fun," Penny said.
Charlie walked over to Erica, his research assistant, and placed a hand gently on her hair. "Erica, your sex drive is starting to wane. You still love having sex, but you won't be able to get horny while you're reading or working."
Penny looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong, Master?"
"I need to be able to write without constantly fucking her," he explained. "You try something."
Penny looked around the room, one Mistress standing naked over her charge. Finally her eyes landed on Gina's big gorgeous body. "Gina," she said. "Ashley needs help running the house. Start assisting her every day until you can run the house by yourself. And Ashley, you teach Gina how to do it so you can take care of the business."
Both of the girls nodded, and Charlie felt relieved. He was worried for a moment that she might make a more outlandish command first, knowing how insatiable Penny had been so far. But beyond all that, her head was still practical. He walked over to her, his erect cock brush past half a dozen girls' hair on the way. He kissed the love of his life gently, ran his fingers through her dirty blond hair, and said, "You were right. I think I will enjoy living here."
She kissed his neck, nuzzled there for a moment, and said, "Life is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Why haven't I fucked you?" he asked.
Penny was taken aback. He could feel the turmoil in her mind, uncertain of the answer. Charlie had not expected that. "I don't know," she said. "It just... somehow feels like I shouldn't yet. I think I'm waiting for something."
"What might that be?"
She tried to look brave, but she was afraid to answer. He smiled for her, let himself push at her mind ever so slightly to take the edge off. "I'm not sure yet," Penny said. "But it's coming."
Charlie kissed her forehead and felt her hand wrap around his cock. *But I can do anything else,* she thought to him.
"There's one more thing before we finish up," he said. "Rewiring."
Penny looked out to the field of naked women. "Do I get to pick?"
He shook his head, a little perturbed by her eagerness. "Not any of them. No more double dipping. Besides, if you want the full lesson, you'll need someone fresh."
"Who, Master?"
"There's a few girls from Pleasant Valley who haven't arrived yet. But Helen showed up this morning. Would you like to watch me Rewire her?"
Penny's eyes lit up in wonderment. "I wonder if I can."
*Penny*
She could.
Helen bounced at an even pace on Master's cock. Penny remembered her as an extremely studious girl, dead set on becoming the valedictorian of Pleasant Valley High. She had something of a long face bordered by a mess of curly brown hair; altogether she looked pretty in a sexless sort of way. Until she took off her clothes, of course.
Master fucked her on the dining room table, while in the back of his mind he kept the thirty other sluts on their knees in the ballroom, nearly catatonic. In only a few minutes, he was cumming inside of her as she clenched around him in her own orgasm. And then Penny was somewhere else, somewhere dark and light at the same time. Charlie was here too, holding her hands, trying to say something, but she couldn't hear him for a moment. Just when she was too afraid to stay, he pulled her in close and she felt safe again.
"We're here," he said. "This is Helen."
"Oh," Penny said. And he was right.
"Look around," he said. "Then I can get to work."
Somehow it was easier on the inside, like reading a book. Penny could find her memories at a whim, taste her fears and desires without even thinking about it. She found images of waterparks and rainbows, long angry drives in thick traffic, and finally the beautiful vivid sight of Charlie's cock, burned brightly into Helen's memory. From there, Penny found the whole story.
Helen was insecure in high school, just like many many others, Penny found. Searching through her memories like Master taught her, she found the key moments to her dose of Charlie's cum. The rumors of his sexual prowess reached her, and she began to wonder if she'd missed out on something great while she spent most of her free time studying. Out of curiosity, she went to a party and lost her virginity to a friend of hers, finding herself utterly disappointed. Refusing to believe that was all sex had to offer, Helen approached Charlie very directly.
"I've never had good sex," she had said bluntly. "And I'm told you're very good."
It was more academic at first, Penny realized. But as she took Charlie inside her and began to feel the indescribable ecstasy that so many others had praised, Helen lost control. She practically tore the condom off him to feel more of him, bucked wildly even with her back on his mattress. She clawed at his back and forgot to hold back her screams of, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"
And after begging to feel his cum inside of her, Helen blacked out and woke up a new woman. Although Charlie left for school not long after, his influence remained with her ever since. She masturbated daily, bought toys for all three of her holes, even frequented bars and clubs looking for a man who could do that to her again. To her luck, Penny found, Helen had met many good partners over the years, even some who fucked her just as vigorously. But none of them quite hit the bar that Charlie had set.
"So how do you do it?" Penny asked.
Charlie found a fading memory of himself. He was sitting next to Helen at the library, not interacting with her. Then, in a snap, the memory changed. He was pointing at her worksheet, helping her figure something out. Helen was smiling at him, clearly smitten.
"Just a few alterations to back up the commands I give. If I attach my orders to happy memories, they're easier for her to accept. I could put myself anywhere, even if I wasn't there, but I try not to do that too much."
He changed little details in dozens of memories, and then found the little pieces that made up her inhibitions. Without destroying them entirely, he managed to dampen, diminish, and debilitate them. In place of those, he took the parts of her that made her sex drive and amplified them. Penny stopped him halfway through.
"Master, can I try?"
He looked hesitant, but he stepped back and let her find something. Penny touched a piece of Helen and found hesitance, a part of her that wanted to carefully consider every option before proceeding. It took her some time, but eventually Penny molded it into something else. It was vague at first, and she was not wholly certain she had achieved it. But then she could feel it, as though the desire was her own. Penny took Helen's hesitance and turned it into the intense desire to spread joy.
Charlie wasn't certain what she'd done, but the surface emotion was all he needed. He smiled again, and Penny felt chills. When he finished with his own adjustment, he knelt down and touched the ground, whatever it was. These were the commands, Penny knew. The final touch.
Penny blinked, and she was back at the mansion, hiding around the corner, watching Helen convulse as her throat struggled to swallow every drop of Charlie's cum. Gradually, the sound of her thoughts grew louder. *Cum... cum...* Helen thought. *So... much...*
She was out like a light, and Charlie carried her to the ballroom. "Girls," he said. "This is Helen. She'll be joining us today. Find her a bed and teach her everything she needs to know."
They all awoke from their trance, stood up and crowded around the unconscious Helen. A moment later, they were all upstairs, except for Sammy.
"You've been a good girl, Penny," Charlie said, his hands sliding up Sammy's body. "How would you like me to fuck your sister?"
Penny sat in the velvet chair again, her hands already at her dripping pussy. Sammy was standing at attention, back arched to keep her tits stuck as far out as possible. "Fuck her ass," Penny said. "Pick her up and fuck her ass."
Penny watched the mirror image of herself suspended in the air, leaning back against Charlie's chest, his cock deep in her asshole. Every bounce made her tingle, every unhindered moan and gasp gave her goosebumps. Sammy was so very like her now that Penny thought she could even feel Master's cock in her ass.
Wordlessly, knowing Charlie was distracted, Penny reached out to Helen again, hoping that her work was concrete. Time would tell. But if she'd done what she thought she'd done, Helen was going to recruit plenty of new whores to please Master. She would have to if she truly wanted to spread joy.
*Katie*
*Such a good girl, Penny. Maybe you understand me. Maybe I won't have to get rid of you when I reunite with my Master. You've done so well, clearly you know what's best. Just keep doing what you're doing, and when I arrive I'll make sure to get you a nice comfortable cage. You can even have a pretty pink collar to wear, and I'll let you lick Master's cum out of me every night.*
*Just remember the most important thing. Remember what I told you. Don't fuck him. Not until I say.*
*Alex*
Before she knew it, weeks passed.
Charlie quickly finished his work with Lily, inflating her chest from nothing to a pair of tits that rivaled Lauren's. After that, he gifted Alex with a week of baths, trimming an inch from her height every time. By the end, she was one of the smallest girls in the whole house.
The other girls queued up for their requests, though most of them were not nearly as drastic. Small adjustments to their faces, their curves, their breasts. All Sarah wanted was a little bit more pink in her nipples, all Lauren wanted was naturally red hair to go with her freckles. Zoe's tongue was more sensitive now, and even a teasing french kiss could melt her into a puddle. But the most fun was watching her hips gyrate as she swirled her tongue around the head of Master's cock.
Whatever these girls were afraid of when they came into the house, most of it was gone before Charlie ever started altering them. Only the little things were left.
Alex, for one, was as happy as could be. Whenever Master used her, she felt so small and fragile. The extra daintiness to her form exhilarated her more this way. Mater could break her if he wanted, but he knew just how to treat her. When he rode the line, when he almost crossed it, that was the most erotic feeling in the world to Alex. Because he never went too far. But he could.
Somehow, Natalie talked her into joining her band. Lauren was producing their first couple of recordings, and decided they needed a singer. It wasn't until watching a video Lily made of the way Alex screamed during sex that she realized she might really have the voice for it.
After a few weeks of practice, she had something close to a comfortable tone. "You'll get better with practice," Lauren said. "Amazing with time. For now, you can still lay down some serious vocal tracks."
It was Lauren who came up with the band name *Fifth Manor*, Lauren who mixed and mastered every recording they did together, Lauren who teched their instruments and their effects and their dynamics. She was as imperative to their sound as any of the four of them. Once, while she was tuning Miranda's bass guitar, Alex asked her, "Why don't you play?"
Miranda stopped eating Alex's pussy long enough to turn around and ask, "Yeah, why don't you play? You would be so good."
"I'm happier this way," Lauren said. "Besides, if you ever play any live shows, I know you'll still let me have a groupie or two."
"Or five," Natalie smirked.
All summer long, they wrote and re-wrote and recorded and re-recorded their handful of songs, always putting flesh on the skeletons that Natalie brought in. And as Helen started bringing more and more girls into the house, the five of them realized that their music might really be good.
Kissing Lily and fondling her big gorgeous tits on the way into the shower one morning, they caught Helen and a new girl named Grace singing, "Going down, down, down... father of all misdeeds..."
Alex opened the shower door to the two naked girls, one lithe and curly-haired, the other tall and wide-hipped. "You like our song?"
Grace's hands did not stop groping at Helen's ass. "It's super catchy," she said. "Is it really yours?"
*Fifth Manor* played their first gig in September to an exclusive audience of Charlie and his many whores. While the music played, everyone's clothes remained on. But they jumped, they danced, they shouted the lyrics they already knew from overhearing the loud practices over the summer. No matter how many times Alex rewrote the lyrics, they always seemed to catch on.
In the middle of the first some, Alex was so nervous that she nearly ran off the stage. But she locked eyes with Penny, saw her sitting next to Charlie at the back of the crowd, and something changed. The words she spoke the night Master promised to make her smaller echoed in her memory. *When you're all done, I'm going to break you. Personally.* Just looking at her, Alex felt fire kindle inside her. Her lungs were a caisson for her lyrics, but now her body was fuelling the music itself. She started to own the stage, to look her sluts in the eye as they screamed along with her.
"Down, down, down, closer to what I need!"
By the end of the show, Alex just wanted to start all over again.
*Lauren*
No one was pregnant.
It started to add up one day when Lauren was awash with Charlie's cum, so much of it that it dripped out of her mouth, off her tits, and down to her thighs. An almost forgotten impulse to worry took hold of her, and she started to wipe it away from her vagina. Then she remembered all the times he'd cum inside her, all the times he'd cum inside *every* slut in the house. He showered her in it, bathed Alex in it, grew massive new tits for Lily with it. Some of the girls begged for him to fill their pussies every day. And no babies.
*He can do anything,* she realized. *Except that.*
Something about that made her sad, though she could not say that she wanted a baby herself. But if he and Penny ever wanted one, it seemed out of the question.
Still, it saved a lot of trouble. Lauren never thought she could live a life so full of cum, let alone Charlie's heavenly seed. The summer was like one long practice session for him as he learned to deliver larger and larger shipments. The average man could only ejaculate a few ounces per orgasm. Charlie could unleash *gallons*.
One night, as he fucked her tits slowly and deliberately, Lauren started to crave it more than ever. She begged, "All of it, Master. I want all of your cum. Don't stop until it's all out, *please." But he thrust his cock up to her chin and growled, "It will never stop."
Her body gave in to an orgasm so intense that if she hadn't been lying on his bed, she surely would have fallen down in convulsions.
When she wasn't working with *Fifth Manor*, Lauren was servicing Charlie's cock. Her time with the other girls was limited because of the time consuming processes involving the music, so her feminine contact was limited to the band and whatever interactions Charlie asked of her. Still, on occasion Zoe or Sarah would come knocking on her bedroom door, hoping to steal a few kisses or get a taste of her while she mixed at her desk.
As summer wound on, Lauren found herself more attached to Penny. She was almost constantly with Master, fondling herself as he played with his toys. Her own attentions were rarely set on him, normally giving precedence to any available slut. When Master started asking Lauren into bed more often, citing his desire to keep her from becoming a musical shut-in, Penny became like a girlfriend.
While Master fucked the life out of Sammy or Alex or Lanie or whichever lucky whore he'd invited in, Penny would stroke Lauren's copper red hair and mutter, "You're so beautiful. So talented. So smart." The feelings were mutual, Lauren knew. She admired the power that Penny both used and did not use, though she clearly had so much of it. *She always knows how I'm feeling or what I need,* Lauren thought, staring warmly into Penny's inviting green eyes one night. *She really cares.*
Lauren would do anything for Charlie, she knew. But now, she thought, she might do just about anything for Penny too.
So when Penny asked her to retouch the *Fifth Manor* lyrics a bit, Lauren did not even bother to ask why.
*Lanie*
Helen was not how Lanie remembered her. She could hardly believe it when she showed up at the house, naked and sweating and happy in that just-got-fucked way. The austere study buddy Lanie remembered left no impression on the skinny bitch before her now.
"Face down, ass up," Lanie commanded. Helen raised her rear into the air, rested her head against Lanie's pillow, and wiggled a bit.
"Yes Mistress Lanie," she said.
"High knees, legs spread, mouth open."
"Yes Mistress Lanie."
Helen scooted to the edge of the bed and stood on her knees, thighs far enough apart that her labia opened on its own. Lanie reached down and coated two of her fingers in the slut's thick honey. Reaching up, she gave Helen a taste of herself. "Thank you, Mistress Lanie."
"When are these friends of yours arriving?" Lanie asked her.
"Any minute, Mistress. I hope you like them."
*So do I,* Lanie thought. The house was getting crowded. Helen had a knack for making friends with just about everyone, and sometimes she found a beautiful young woman who wanted to visit the house, see what it was all about, get a taste of Master's cum. Not all of them stayed long enough to fall under his enchantments, but those who did ended up staying. Almost every room in the house was doubled up by the beginning of October.
If Gina hadn't taken up the mantle of running the house, Lanie might have moved in with Ashley. The two grew closer almost every time they spoke, and Lanie found herself craving her touch more often. But Gina needed to stay close in order to learn the ins and outs of it all. The only thing Lanie could do to stay near Ashley was to study business and economics in her free time, just as an excuse to give input, brainstorm, problem-solve with enough efficiency to keep Ash coming to her.
Instead, she roomed with Helen. Not a bad match by any means, the serious teenager she'd once been had become a smile machine. She was as horny as any of the other girls, but not so obnoxious about it as to keep Lanie up all night. Other pairings were not so compatible, some barely able to resist each other enough to get a full night's rest. Shelby had new dark rings under her eyes after Erica moved in with her.
There was talk of expanding the house to make room for new girls as they came in. Stopping the influx was simply out of the question. With money already rolling in from some of Ashley's strategic investments, the obstacle of funding ceased to bar anything. If things like *Fifth Manor* or Charlie's impending publishing house took off, then everyone would truly be set for life. Building new rooms would be the least of their worries.
Until then, Lanie practiced her dominating skills on Helen. It was difficult at first, trying to slip into the skin of someone with power when she herself was powerless before Charlie. At first, she could not help but remember how brainless and automatic she became the night Charlie re-entered her life. That was the real her as far as she could tell. But when Helen started to obey with more immediacy, Lanie started to think she might actually be good at it.
Before long, she was as commanding as Mistress Penny. The sluts were happy to fear her, and more than once a girl might misbehave "accidentally" in the presence of Lanie. It was just a quick walk to the dungeon, and she could do what she pleased with a bottomless pit of toys and accessories.
"Swing your hips," Lanie commanded, and Helen obeyed. Then, the intercom. "Helen, your guests have arrived," said the compressed voice of Gina.
"If those goes well," Lanie said. "We might be out of rooms."
*Penny*
A dozen sorority girls — Penny did not know their names yet, and did not care yet either — laid on their backs, heads dangling upside down. Lanie and Lauren and Alex all walked back and forth between then, slipping their strap ons into any available throat and thrusting at whatever speed they desired. Some of the college girls gagged, others moaned, one of them was totally silent no matter how hard anyone fucked her throat.
Half the girls in the house were sitting around the dungeon, jeering at the wouldbe entrants, cat-calling and degrading them. "Fucking slut, take that cock! Deeper, go deeper, whore!"
On the other side of the table, Zoe and Sarah and Helen took turns tasting their pussies, occasionally at the same time that they were getting throat fucked. Penny loved when they mixed tastes by swirling their tongues together, muttering notes that she couldn't hear. *Little connoisseurs of pussy.*
After what felt like only minutes, but must have been more than an hour, the six judges deliberated. "Best Throat," Lanie announced loudly, bringing a hush to the room. "Stefanie." A pear-shaped Asian girl sat up on the table, her own saliva coating her face, and smiled as the room clapped for her. She hopped to her feet and pranced over to the Mistresses, who held her hands and kissed her cheeks.
"Best Pussy," Zoe said, "Tammy." The blondest one of all hopped up and joined her judges, stealing a genuine kiss from all of them.
Penny let everyone clap and cheer, and then raised her hand to silence the room. *Small powers,* she mused. *I don't even need to control them for that.* "All of you are invited to stay," Penny said. "But you two will get the privilege of meeting with our Master first. The rest may watch while you wait your turn. Thank you Helen, for bringing us such beautiful girls."
Upstairs, Penny placed the two winners on Charlie's bed, posing them to look as sexy as possible for his entrance. When she was sure she had it, Penny graciously thanked the other girls and reminded them there was no obligation to stay. None of them budged. *Helen really is a good judge of character,* she thought. *They're all born sluts.*
When Master entered the room, Penny could see a mix of fear and excitement grow in the sorority's eyes. He was completely naked, hard as any man could be. But they did not know how much he had changed in only a few months.
Charlie did not become a musclebound freak nor did he balloon in size. But the population of his harem had doubled since the beginning of summer, and with it his body morphed ever so slightly into the perfect version of itself. Without growing taller or bigger, he just looked *perfect*. Sarah, in her studies of graphic design, found an ancient Greek diagram that showed mathematical proportions in the male physique. Compared to Charlie, the diagram might have been drawn after his own body.
It was no wonder that these girls were instantly enraptured. And still they did not know what they were in for. Not only did his body chisel itself into scientific perfection, but his stamina became nothing short of infinite. In June, he struggled to stay on his feet after a day of playing with his fuck toys. In July he could pound at them all day without slowing, then collapse into a hot bath and sleep twelve hours. By August, he did not tire even after cumming in every last one of his girls. In September, he stopped sleeping.
And best of all, he loved it. Penny felt his heart swell with pride every day as he looked at the joy he'd brought these scores of women. He was happy to be himself. And as far as Penny was concerned, that was mission accomplished. *And the more girls he has, the happier he'll be,* she knew. *Thank goodness for Helen.*
Wordlessly, Charlie sauntered across the master bedroom and stood in front of the bed, eyeing his two new prizes. Unbidden, both Stefanie and Tammy fell to their elbows, clamoring to take his cock into their mouths. Charlie grabbed them swiftly by the hair, keeping their lips just inches short of making contact. He turned to their sisters. "Who first?" he asked.
*Katie*
"Oh, Penny," Katie said. "She's turning out to be so good for him."
"Why is that?" Emily asked.
"He's becoming less hesitant to take what's his."
She was coming more regularly now, always happy to ensure their privacy and let Katie out of her white clothes. They'd started restraining her wrists years ago because if they didn't her hands would always be between her legs. Emily didn't seem to care. At first, Katie was fervently rubbing herself to climax as quickly as she could. But now that Emily's visits were regular, she started taking her time, slowing down, enjoying it more.
Katie sat up in her bed, playing casually as they spoke. She would not stop until it was time for Emily to leave, and when she was gone she already missed the sensation. But now, at least, she could look forward to doing it again at a regular schedule. That made it more bearable to wait. But when Charlie was active, usually late at night, Katie would squirm and wriggle, trying to rub her legs together in the hopes of getting at least a little friction.
Whenever Emily walked in and let her loose, the images of who and what he'd done the previous night would resurface in her mind. Then she would talk about everything that happened, how it made her feel, what she wished he would do or say. Emily loved to hear it all. *A little more effort and maybe I can get her out of her clothes,* Katie mused.
"Charlie's starting to enjoy his... harem?" Emily asked.
"Very much," Katie answered. "He still has a few hang ups. But there will be more sluts for him in time. And the more sluts he has, the more powerful he'll become. Master will love it."
Emily hummed with satisfaction, one long *hmmmm*. She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, twirled her hair. "You're so lucky to have a Master like him," she said.
Katie heard the lament in her voice and asked, "How have you been?"
Emily leaned forward, fists propping up her head, looking dejected. "I've been seeing this guy lately. Big, strong. Can pick me up like a feather. Living proof that size doesn't matter. I've never been fucked quite this way before."
"So what's wrong?"
"He won't let me swallow his cum," Emily said, pouting.
"Are you sucking his cock?"
Emily nodded and slid out of her chair, crawling over to Katie's bed. Even fully clothed, she looked so perfect on her hands and knees. Katie could already picture Master standing in front of her, pulling her head further and further down by the hair.
Emily leaned in a little, stuck her ass out. Her lips started to shine with saliva as she let her mouth go slack. As she spoke, she started to drool ever so slightly. "I like to do it on all fours so I can stretch my neck a little bit. That makes it tighter. And I get him nice and wet, which is easy because he always makes my mouth water."
*Oh fuck,* Katie thought. *Show me how you do it, please, please!* Her fingers twitched around her nipple as she fought the impulse to reach out and give her a finger to suck on. The urge to reach out and command her, tweak her impulses just a little, was so strong that Katie's head started to hurt. *I can't influence her*, she knew. *Not until she tastes Master.*
"So why..." Katie asked, her breathing getting quicker. "...why won't he cum in your mouth?"
Emily slumped, sitting on her heels. "I don't know. He's not as nice as your Master. What do you think I should do?"
*Fuck him all day, all night, do whatever he says, just get his cum, taste his cum, swallow it all!*
"Ask very nicely," Katie said.
Emily smiled, sat back in her chair, and stared at Katie's sopping wet pussy for a minute. Then her face grew serious, and she looked her in the eyes. "Katie, I was wondering if you would let me run some tests on you."
That soured her mood, but her hand kept working nonetheless. "They already tried that."
"I know, I read your file. They won't admit it, but they really fucked up."
"You're telling me." When Katie first arrived, they tried to run brain scans, take blood samples, send in psychiatrists. But she knew they would just tell her she was crazy. There was only so much they could get from sedating her. The rest she locked away in her own brain. But when she resisted, they tried to make her regret it.
"I want to prove to them that you're okay. I know there's nothing wrong with you, but they won't believe that unless I can get it down on paper. So I just want to know what I can do to make you comfortable with some tests. I would be there for all of them."
"You would?"
"In fact, I would be in charge. If anyone steps out of line, I can shut the whole thing down."
Katie bit her lip, started circling a finger around her clit a little faster. "It's not experiments, right? No shocks or surgeries?"
"Just tests, like a normal doctor's visit. We won't give you pills or anything. What can I do for you Katie?"
*Yes,* she thought. *Oh yes, Master. I found someone. She's going to bring me back to you.*
"Fuck my Master," she said. "Find him and fuck his brains out for me. And make sure to swallow."
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Friends, Enemies, and Exes Ch. 07
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Near two in the afternoon, Cloud woke up. During Cloud's nap, Rye read about two hundred pages in the book but he set it down quickly and went over to Cloud.
"How are you feeling?" Rye asked, kneeling down to Cloud once again.
"Sore," Cloud answered with a groan while he sat up. "Not depleted anymore but my muscles are really aching. My back aches horribly." The blanket fell off Cloud's shoulders but he made no effort to conceal his nudity. "What time is it?"
"Almost two-thirty," Rye answered, sitting on the couch next to Cloud. "You should sleep more."
"No," Cloud said being stubborn. "It was hard enough for me to fall asleep just now. I'm not going to try again."
"I don't like seeing you like this."
"I'm fine. I've had worst." Cloud put his paws over his head and stretched his back, causing every muscle to ache more.
"Like what?"
"I once got really ill when I was about thirteen," Cloud answered resting his head back. "I was a breath away from death at the worst of it. I'm a strong otter, don't worry about me."
Rye shuddered. "Thinking about not having you... is just unbearable. Lie down, I can give you a back rub if you'd like."
"You can give massages too? You are just too wonderful." Cloud chuckled and lied down in the same position he just was. Rye stood up, and when Cloud was comfortable on the couch, Rye carefully saddled Cloud's lower back, sitting just above his tail.
Struggling to ignore the fact that Cloud was still without clothes, Rye slowly pressed on Cloud's back and began massaging the white otter's muscles with his paws. Cloud hummed deep in his throat, which almost made it sound like he was purring, in response to Rye's touch.
"I'm curious, whatever happened with the rest of your family?" Rye cautiously asked.
"Hmm," Cloud sighed. "My older sister keeps moving from one bad boyfriend to the next. She thinks she's so intelligent because she got good grades in high school but she makes the stupidest decisions. My oldest brother, well, he still lives with my mom, has no job and has one stupid girlfriend."
"Excellent choices in their mates apparently," Rye muttered, moving his paws down Cloud's back.
"They're actually the only two with a 'significant other' right now," Cloud continued. "My other older brother still pretends to live in high school. He didn't ever graduate and he messes around too much where he's constantly getting in trouble. And for my little sister, she's still attached to my mom like a new born hatchling. My older three siblings aren't the best role models."
"No, not at all," Rye agreed. "What of your dad?"
"I haven't talked to him in years before I left. Last I heard he moved to the mountains somewhere searching for whatever job he can get. My family really brings disgrace to the species. I did what I had to when I cut off my ties with them and went on my own. I'm very grateful for this city though, and allowing me to work for shelter when I arrived rather than stupid and ridiculous legal processes and distrust stand in the way."
"I'm rather grateful that you chose this city," Rye added.
"What of your sister?" Cloud asked, after a moan of pleasure when Rye's paws firmly massaged his lower back.
"I thought I already told you that she's off at college," said Rye with a giggle.
"I know but what is she majoring in? Is she dating anyone?"
"Why? Are you interested in my sister?"
Both of them laughed. Rye moved back to Cloud's shoulders with his paws.
"Well, not many guys can keep up with her obnoxious attitude so she's not dating anyone right now," Rye said. "Although she'll probably flirt with you if you are to meet her anytime soon."
"Great," Cloud replied with sarcasm.
"So be prepared for that," Rye giggled. "And well, she keeps switching her majors so I don't know what she's doing right now. Last I heard, she's majoring in becoming a computer technician. I don't understand it though since she hates computers."
"I really want to meet your family," Cloud said. "Ooh, your paws are magic."
"It can be arranged," Rye answered. "My mom and dad will be visiting my sister when she has Spring Break, and we can take a vacation to her college then."
"When does she have Spring Break?"
"It's two weeks after our initial Break. But her Spring Break is three weeks long." Rye started to firmly press his paws on Cloud near the base of his tail.
"Hey, don't go too far down," Cloud said in response. "Anyway, we should plan on going then. I don't want to keep you away from your family for too long."
"Hmm, you can keep me away from the whole universe for as long as you'd like. But they'll be coming to my graduation so we don't need to take time off from school."
"Alright, alright. I'm fine, let me up," Cloud said shrugging his shoulders and turning to look at Rye, who was still saddled on him, the best he could.
"Nice position you put us in," Rye said with a crooked smile.
"Can I at least put clothes on Rye?"
Rye shook his head.
"So then now what?" Cloud couldn't help himself but smile also while he felt electricity flow through his body. "Remember the nurse's advice."
"I know," Rye feigned a frown. "I'm just playing. Although it really would be a shame if you were to put your clothes back on." Rye stood up and got off Cloud.
"I don't think you need any more temptation anyway," said Cloud while he sat up. "I feel much better though. Thank you."
"Ask of me anything you want and I'll serve you the best I can," Rye answered with an amused tone. Rye sat down next to Cloud, and playfully forced his tail behind Cloud and alongside with Cloud's tail. "So what do you want to do now?" Rye curled his tail back toward him, so it now wrapped around Cloud's waist.
"Since you're so determined to not allow me to get dressed, let's play a game," Cloud snickered. "What were you reading by the way?"
"One of my old books," answered Rye while he chose a game to play. "I used to read a lot before I met you and I could find nothing else better to use my time. But now I don't want to read so much because I have you."
"Sounds like how I am when I pick up a book," Cloud responded, almost stunned. "What game did you choose?"
"Super Smash Brother Brawl," Rye responded. A moment after Rye gave the white otter one of the controllers, the doorbell rang.
Answering the door, after Cloud wrapped himself with the blanket, Rye found Ariel there once again, without Patrick this time.
"I heard what happened," she said allowing herself in. "Are you alright Cloud?"
"I'm fine," Cloud answered, allowing Ariel to set next to him.
Rye shut the door and followed Ariel to the couch. "Why is it every time we start playing a video game, you arrive?"
"Coincidence," Ariel said firmly.
"Where's Patrick?" Rye asked. "And how did you know Cloud got hurt today?"
"There are stallions that are friends with Diane in your class," Ariel answered. "They made jokes and made fun of Cloud during lunch. It angers me so much to see that they still don't respect the both of you."
"It's alright," Cloud said. "Bullying is often the result of jealousy."
Ariel gave a weak smile.
"Where's Patrick?" Rye repeated his question.
"I don't know," Ariel replied. "He just told me to come here and check on Cloud. He said he'd pick me up here."
"What were the things they were saying?" Rye sat on the couch next to Cloud while Ariel took a seat on the recliner. She took the liberty of grabbing an extra Wii remote for herself.
"I don't want to say. It's far too harsh for me to repeat what they said, and it got really personal towards both of you, Cloud mostly."
"I hope one of them gains enough confidence to try to confront Cloud in person," Rye muttered. "If they did, I'd make sure that they wouldn't walk again."
"It'd definitely shut up the rest of them," Ariel responded.
"Will you both stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Cloud said and chuckled softly. "You two think too much about everything. Let's just play the game."
"Okay, okay," Rye agreed.
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Autumn Woods - Chapter Ten by WhitePawPrints
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(F Inflation)
Sally grinned to herself as she returned home from work. Her potions were finally done! Creation of any sort of magic potion took quite some time, because most of the ingredients were not inherently magic... so you needed to slowly saturate them with mana over time. The material shaped the mana, the mana powered the effects, the effects contribute to the final potion result. One potion was only tinged slightly light blue, the other was a much more vibrant pink. The two potions were opposing forces, but Sally theorized they were just what she needed to unwind. She didn't need a boyfriend- no one knew her body better than herself! In one hand she held the pink potion that greatly enhanced orgasms, in the other hand the transparent blue potion of chastity. Normally the blue potion prevented orgasm to allow a person to remain chaste even if their will fails... which seemed rather counter intuitive given the other potion she planned to drink. Sally did her best to keep the potency of the two equal- what she planned would happen is a forced edging effect. The chastity potion would keep her from going over, while the orgasm potion helped build her up and keep her at the edge. They were both higher concentration than the recommended ammounts, but she figued the blue potion would keep her from absolutely exploding, and the pink potion would prevent the blue from completely preventing orgasm.
Between her eagerness to test these together, and the fact her clothes were already sweaty and needed cleaning- she did not even bother to undress before gulping down the entire potions and plopping down on her soft carpet between couch and living room table. Her job was not physically hard, but she had to do it out in the beating sun all day, so it was draining, and always left her sweaty. She slid one hand up her shirt to grab her sweat slick tits, and the other immediately went to her pussy which was already heating up from the potion's effects. Her pussy was bare under her clothing- with how hot her job got she kept herself clean shaven just so there was less hair to overheat her. The men she worked with had to keep at least their faces clean shaven too, to avoid catching live embers in their facial hair... which would get real bad, real quick. Sally smirked as she imagined her male coworkers in sexually compromising positions. She did not particularly think of any of them as attractive, but that was partially why she was aroused at the thought of them being rendered helpless under, oh say, a spike heeled leather boot she may or may not own. As Sally pawed at her searing hot pussy, it started to drool with arousal- a clear effect of the potion. Because it coats the insides, female lube is less noticible than male because it has much more area to cover before getting to open air, so it usually takes a lot to start literally dripping. She usually only used two fingers, but now she tried all of them- not so much to stretch herself wider but to try to get any of those fingers deeper. Her clit throbbed against her palm as her hand hooked around and into her, trying to dig deeper. Her pussy was as hot as the beating sun at work! Her other hand squeezed her ample breasts hard, digging into that flesh aggressively too. Her body bucked a bit from what felt like hitting the edge of orgasm but it only lasted a second, sending echoes of pleasure trembling through her entire body before returning to just before. She angled her hand and body to be more up and down and sat on her wrist, forcing as much of her hand into her as possible, sinking down to her on wrist so her entire hand was inside of her hot, wet snatch. The crotch of her pants and her panties within were utterly soaked at this point, but the outfit was filthy to begin with so she did not care.
Her entire hip area felt like it was pulsing every full second- the muscles started to tense from approaching orgasm but then revert as the two potions played tug of war with one another. She started to work herself over faster, bouncing on her hand so her clit landed in the crook of her wrist, slamming them together. Her breasts were bright pink under her top from her aggressive kneading. She started to moan in desperation as sharp pleasure jolts started to fire through her off-rhythm from the muscle pulses as her body tried to release. She bucked her hips now, grinding her clit on her lower arm and wrist as well with every downward slam. Finally her entire body went rigid with pleasure and her muscles all clenched automatically, but she never orgasmed. The pleasure was certainly there, she made it there, but there was no big release. When her body started to relax again, Sally caught her breath. She pulled her pants and panties right down to look at herself a moment. It was an orgasm with no release. Her pussy was still hot and drooling. It looked severely sensative now, and bloated. Her lips had become fatter than she had ever seen them and blushed bright pink. She figured the orgasm potion would somewhat negate the chastity potion, but it seems both were still holding their individual effects in spite of the other. Well, she couldn't continue here or the carpet would get drenched so Sally went to the bathroom and finally kicked off her sodden clothes. She started a cool bath and resumed pawing at her needy crotch while she waited for the tub to fill. Her swollen pussy felt like extremely soft rubber. She could flick the fat lips and they bounced back into place. The flesh of a pussy was always like that, but normally it wasn't bloated up enough to really notice. Sally's clit was actually a bit harder to hit now, because it was sunken in deeper thanks to everything around it being more inflated. She intended to cool herself down and call this experiment a bit of a bust, since she couldn't completely finish herself off, but standing here touching herself felt so good, she decided to give it one more go. She grabbed the shower head and stuffed the rounded head into her pussy. In its swollen state it certainly did not look like it would fit, but the flesh was pillowy and plush so it stretched aside easily to allow the shower head in. Because she was already rubbed sensitive, she was able to build up to orgasm much faster- being penetrated helped too. She was so into it as she sat on the edge of the tub, she not only completely forgot the filling bath but did not notice the cool water rushing around her as it overfilled and started to cover the floor. She trembled violently as she reached another orgasm, and almost fell backward into the water! Her pussy throbbed and clenched extremely tight! Several seconds passed as her hips continued to buck and the throbbing only got stronger. As good as it felt Sally got worried when it wasn't showing any signs of stopping. She realised she still wasn't getting any release, but because the shower head was still inside of her, she wasn't coming back down from the edge either! She quickly grabbed at the hose leading to it and went to pull it out and yanked herself off the edge of the tub onto the wet floor! She looked down in her desperate pleasure addled haze and seen her pussy pressing out WAY farther than it should! Her labia were inflated like water balloons to the point where the shower head no longer fit to get it back out! Her lower gut even stuck out a little bit, and her thighs looked bigger too? That wasn't right. It didn't matter how aroused she was, her legs shouldn't change, ever. Growling in effort she grabbed the hose with both hands, bent her hips forward with what little muscle control she still had in her lower body and yanked as hard as she could. The slope of the shower head was gradual, so it should still come out. It took some effort but she managed to finally yank it free. Moments later she finally noticed the pool of cool water she was sitting in and turned around to turn off the faucet.
Sally looked down at herself and her pubic mound was so pronouced it looked like she shoved a soccer ball in herself, yet there was nothing in her at the moment. Her pussy was giant! It was like she used a saline injection and a pussy pump at the same time. She touched herself only lightly and immediately shivered at the feeling. The nerves were stretched so far. It really was like a water balloon, it was soft and wobbly but still taught. Her clit was swollen huge too, but not nearly as much as everything else, absolutely burrying it in there. The problem with that was now if any of the flesh around her clit moved, it rubbed all over the clit itself. Why had the area around her pussy grown a little too, though? She slowly eased herself onto her feet. She needed to consult her magic books again, see if she could look this up as a possible side effect, because this was a little baffling.
The moment Sally took a step forward she almost fell to the floor again. Ooooh god, was it ever sensative! Her pussy was so inflated and sensative that she almost had a mini orgasm as both her legs rubbed against it. She couldn't walk properly with it like this! But she needed to look up reversal remidies! If both potions were still in effect, this wasn't going away on its own. She walked slowly, shivering in pleasure with each step. Every few steps she had a mini orgasm and had to stop and brace herself against the wall. And with every mini orgasm her lower gut started to swell out a bit, and her thighs thickened. By the time she got to the kitchen where the potion station was set up with her books on the counter, her entire belly was puffing out a bit, and her nipples and areola were now looking swollen out for some reason! She staggered to the island counter in a final burst of speed, counting on it to brace herself against. The pleasure surge was great though, and caused her to buck involuntarily which then mashed her huge swollen mound right into the corner of the counter! She slid to the floor immediately in huge shaking orgasm and could visibly see herself blowing up! Her thighs swelled and softened and her stomach started to push out making her look like she was in early pregnancy! Her boobs started to swell a bit larger as well as her ass! Sally touched herself, poking gently at the swollen areas that were not her pussy. They felt softer than they should, but taught and a bit jiggly as well. Her eyes went wide as she realized finally what was happening! The chastity potion was preventing release, but the orgasm potion was causing her extreme pleasure, and her pussy to produce impossible ammounts of female ejaculate. Her body couldn't release the produced fluid because of the blue potion, causing her to inflate with her own pussy juice! It felt like a water balloon because it almost literally was! Her boobs were not even remotely connected to her crotch, but were pleasure centers. The fact that the magic was able to reroute excess fluid there because it was much more flexible, meant that it really was not going to stop on its own. Even if her pussy was inflated as big as it could ever possibly get even with the influence of magic- the potion was just going to find another place to stick it and keep going.
This was well beyond her ability to fix, Sally did not need to look in her magic books to know that. She needed to find her friend- she practiced much more complex stuff and might know how to fix this. Or at least know someone else who could. It was hard to move though. Even standing was difficult because her body felt so heavy! Liquid was dense and weighed a lot for its mass. Sally had two more small orgasms on the way to a new outfit, and another huge orgasm the moment she sat on the end of her bed to put it on! Her boobs inflated massively this time, presumably because her crotch was already now at maximum capacity. Her ass rounded out a lot too. If it was just that she may not have even minded- she always wanted a bigger booty. But not like this. She moaned loudly as she yanked her top on. Her fat swollen nipples against the fabric were so sensitive it nearly hurt. Her breasts were larger so a shirt that was supposed to fit her fine now revealed her midriff. She was not even going to attempt underwear at this point. She got her pants up to her upper thighs before it started to squeeze into her soft flesh. These were the loosest pants she had, from before she lost weight. They were supposed to not fit because she is too small, not too big! The round curve of her bloated labia stuck several inches out from where the pants waist could be pulled to, there was no possible way to fit in inside. All the cramming in the world could not pull that off, and trying would cause her to orgasm and grow even more swollen. She needed a sweater or a jacket! She could tie it around herself and drap it over her giant bloated pussy to hide it! It was the only thing she could think of to pull this off. She just needed to get to her friend's house, not through crowded places.
When Sally went to stand, bending forward put pressure on her gut which shifted the liquid pressure forward and into her pussy, causing it to clench and her body to shake in a small orgasm. The lips on her face started to puff up a bit now with subtle pressure too! Another area that was flexible. She started to rock back and forth, trying to use momentum to get her on her feet without moving too much. The liquid inside her rocked as well, and she could feel the waves of motion rocking against the inside of her pussy, rubbing it from the inside! She squeeked in desperation, as the momentum tossed her forward but she was hit with an orgasm so rather than roll to her feet she went completely over onto her hands and knees. Her body shook from orgasm and jiggled from liquid as it swelled bigger. Sally's eyes went wide at the sight of her hands holding her up. Her fingers looked a little puffy! Her entire body was swelling, not just the flexible areas now! She tried to get herself up onto her knees, and trembled as the sensation of liquid shifting inside of her tickled her pleasure nerves and gave her several tiny orgasms. With each jolt of pleasure she got a little bigger- her pussy gushing more hot liquid into the rest of her body. Her pants were forced lower and lower as her ballooning thighs allowed less and less to fit. By the time she got up onto her fat knees, her knees were as far as they pants could go, making them rather useless. She couldn't walk at all with pants clinging to her knees, so she had to take them off entirely. As soon as she carefully bent over to grab at them she cooed at the sensation of the liquid rolling around in her now huge breasts. Her shirt was so tight, and the boobs were so soft that they squished and spread into every available space left to them. She shuddered and fell back to her hands and knees, swelling a bit bigger. She could hear the threads of her shirt groaning, she was outgrowing any article of clothing. Sally should have known there was no way to remove the top, but couldn't think clearly enough. She tried to grab at the edges of cloth sunken into her supple flesh but jiggled in pleasure and grabbed into it hard without thinking, kneading her tit with her one free hand. Her entire body bucked with pleasure, causing huge orgasms, which caused her entire body to in surges. The shirt ripped completely off as her entire torso started to grow softer and rounder. Her ass was huge now and her stomach looked full term with multiple offspring. Even her fingers and toes swelled into fat little sausages.
Sally willed her hand off her huge tits, but the damage had already been done. She was getting so round and so, so heavy. Her arms strained to hold her up, and her muscles were weak with orgasmic tremors. She fell to the floor, literally bouncing on her huge breasts and then flopped heavily onto her side before rolling onto her back to catch her breath. What was she going to do now?! She could not even sit up, never mind walk or go anywhere to get help. Maybe if she screamed loud enough her neighbours would hear and come? She parted her lips to scream for help but then realized how swollen her lips had become. She couldn't barely get her mouth open, her lips were so plush even with her jaw open as wide as she could go, most of her lips were still touching. Sally also quickly noted her breasts were still rising. Her torso under them was still rounding! She was still having smaller orgasms over and over, they were just harder to notice now because of the giant orgasms she has been having to compare them against. The liquid! There was so much liquid mass compared to the solid parts of her body that any movement at all caused it to rock, creating small waves inside of her that massaged her insides, especially her inner pussy, which created orgasms. Orgasms created muscle spasms, which created movement that created more waves, that induced more orgasms! She literally could not stop at this point! A small orgasm was as low as her body could manage, any attempted deliberate movement created a huge orgasm. She could not even move her fingers now, they were swollen so taught they could not bend. Her limbs were stuck in a ballooning T-pose, too swollen to put down. Her entire torso started to look round! She was turning herself into a giant balloon of pussy juice! All of her orgams were backfiring into her endlessly! Her moans and grunts were reduced to humming as she could not open her mouth any more. Sally had no idea what could be done, and surely there was nothing at this point. She could not speak or move, only orgasm. Only rock in repeated orgasms against the waves of her previous orgasmic pleasures. The pink potion demanded more powerful orgasms, while the blue potion demanded she hold it all in. Her digits now looked like mere bumps on her round hands and feet. Her arms and legs larger bumps on her huge spherical torso. It felt so strange at this point. Her tissue has been bloated and rounded so far off from her orgams and skeletal structure that her body felt completely different. Sally could not even feel her insides anymore, perhaps numb from continual explosive pleasure, or perhaps they too became so saturated with pussy juice that there was no difference between them and the rest of her. Sally internally sighed, resigned to her fate of endless pleasure. Surely someone would find her eventually... right? She should just... enjoy this. But then her eyes went wide again as she heard a sound like overtaxed leather. Oh no. There was no magic effect that allowed her to stretch indefinitely. Her body was very nearly out of room, but she could not stop her orgasms! She did not look like she was getting any bigger now, but it still felt like she was. The sounds of stretching tissue got louder and move violent as the pressure started to surge. She was too full, too much pleasure! The pressure stopped rising as even it had reached the limit, instead pulsing violently every few seconds, testing for more room but finding none. She was a pussy juice balloon and... she couldn't... hold... a.. ny... BLOOSH!
There was a gigantic explosion of fluid, but none of it blood. It was only pussy juice, and nothing more. The rest of her had oddly vanished. So saturated with the fluid that the rest of her had basically dissolved, becoming just more fluid. But... why did she know that? How did she know she exploded? If she exploded she should be dead, but if she is dead how can she think at all? Sally attempted to look around and to her surprise her vision slowly faded back in. The more she concentrated on trying to see, the more she could. Her perspective was very low... on the floor? She tried to stand, and she easily lifted from the floor. She tried to lift her hand to look at herself and that was when she realized what happened. The vaginal fluid lifted off the floor taking on more and more of the shape of a human hand and arm! Her arm! Sally IS the pussy juice now! The blue potion was still working, it would not allow her to release the fluid, but there was so much fluid that she no longer had a body, so the potion was binding her essence to the fluid! She looked down at herself and tried to flex muscles that no longer existed, and those muscles formed. She moved and thought of how she used to look, and became that. She was a goo girl now! Sally's body had no set shape, she became whatever she either willed herself to be, or thought she should be. Sally smiled as she gathered up the rest of her body off the floor, making the carpet dry again. This wasn't what she had planned at all... but she liked it just as much.
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Jordan Summers awoke with a stretch of her tanned limbs and slipped from bed, reaching for a robe hanging over the back of a chair. She examined herself quickly in a vanity mirror situated over a squat dresser, fussing over her tangled burgundy hair. "I need a shower," she yawned.
Jordan was not a morning person and didn't consider herself truly awake until she completed a shower and swallowed a cup of coffee.
Next to the dresser, on a wide desk, were six flat-screen computer monitors situated around a hulking keyboard. She paused at the desk out of habit, tapped on a key, and quickly scanned several windows of streaming data and video feeds; nothing unusual seemed to be happening in the city. Satisfied by what she saw, Jordan slipped the robe on and padded on bare feet out of her bedroom.
"Travis?" she was surprised to see her roommate's boyfriend squatting in front of a linin closet. He wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of boxer-briefs and a white undershirt, though a towel was draped over his shoulder. "Um, what are you doing?"
Travis slowly stood and turned. He was holding a red spandex costume draped across his hands; a Mega-Girl costume.
"Oh," Jordan saw what he was holding, her expression like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Crap."
Travis looked down at the spandex, "I'm sorry about last week, when I blew you off."
"What?" Jordan sounded confused.
"Don't play dumb, I know you're Mega-Girl. When you came to see me last week, and we made plans to hang out, I really wanted to... I just, I think I'm in love with Penny."
"Wait," Jordan laughed. "You think *I'm* Mega-Girl?"
"Well yeah," Travis gestured with the costume. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I hate to be the one to break it to you honey, but -"
*Harbinger! Harbinger, are you there?*
The grainy-sounding voice was coming from a speaker inside Jordan's room.
"What was that?" Travis asked, startled by how loud it was.
Jordan spun and moved quickly towards her computer desk.
Travis followed, impressed by the half-dozen screens, "Wow, what the heck is all this?"
"I'm a computer-science major," Jordan replied, sitting in her swiveling desk chair. She turned to face the monitors and hit a few key strokes.
*Harbinger. Harbinger, come in.*
"Who's Harbinger?" Travis wondered in a clueless tone.
"I am," Jordan said, placing a headset over her burgundy hair. She adjusted the microphone in front of her mouth, "I'm here, MG. What's going on?"
*I'm being attacked by Apollo!*
"What?!?" Jordan's fingers began spinning a mouse-like trackball and the camera images on the monitors panned outwards.
Travis stood behind Jordan, watching the screens as he tried to figure out what was going on. He recognized Gateway City from above, but had no idea where the images could be coming from. The point of view on Jordan's computer screens was too high to be situated on any building.
*He just attacked me! He came out of nowhere.*
"Why would he do that?" Jordan asked.
*I don't know, but I've never fought a three-thousand yearld god before; I need to figure out a way to stop him. I need your help.*
Travis watched as one of the camera views zoomed in an incredible amount, showing a downtown street from a viewpoint directly above. The figures of people were small, but he recognized one of them as the world-famous Apollo! "Are these satellite images?" Travis asked, amazed that Jordan would have access to anything so high-tech.
She ignored his question. "I'll get into it right away," Jordan told Mega-Girl. "But it might take me some time. Can you hang in there?"
*I'll certainly try.*
Her fingers were suddenly dancing across the keyboard as Jordan pulled up a dozen different search windows at once. Almost immediately, newspaper articles and internet reports of Apollo's past activities, along with images of the god, filled all six monitor screens. Videos of him in action populated even more windows as Jordan continued to yank as much data as she could from the internet.
"What the hell is going on?" Travis asked, overwhelmed by the speed at which Jordan worked. "Was that Mega-Girl you were talking to?"
"Yes," she answered curtly, her attention glued to the monitors.
"But I thought you were -?"
"I don't really have time to explain it to you right now, Travis. I need to figure out how someone can defeat an ancient Roman god."
"But if you're not..." It suddenly dawned on Travis, "Wait, you mean Penny is...?"
Jordan sounded irritated. "You need to either shut-up or help me figure out a way to keep your girlfriend alive."
"Are you telling me my girlfriend is fighting Apollo right now? Holy shit!"
"Damn it, Travis, Penny is in a lot of danger right now! You need to stop asking questions and help me. Apollo is like the most powerful guy on the planet. At the very least - he's the strongest."
Travis sobered, "Okay, um, what can I do?"
"We need to figure out if Apollo has any weaknesses."
"How are we going to do that?"
Jordan pointed at her screens, "Look for anything that stands out as something Mega-Girl could use against him. Look for common denominators - things he always does, or never does. Even the smallest detail could be a clue."
Travis began studying the videos that were playing on screen, footage of the god battling various super villains. The only thing he thought any of them had in common was how savagely Apollo fought. Travis swallowed nervously, suddenly very worried for Penny.
Apollo stood in his gleaming armor with the greenery of Byrne Park spread out around him and drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, "You have fought well, mortal. But thy days have reached their end."
Mega-Girl winced as she clutched at the arrow shaft protruding from her left shoulder. With a pain-filled scream she pulled it out, the arrowhead tearing her flesh. She didn't want another one of those arrows coming anywhere near her, realizing Apollo had found some way to bypass her normally-reliable invulnerability.
"Wait," she said, trying to buy some time for Harbinger. "Why are you trying to kill me? It doesn't make any sense."
Apollo notched his arrow, "I must prove my love to the mortal Lauren Smith, so that we may be together forever."
"How is killing me going to prove your love for some chick?"
Apollo aimed his bow, but Mega-Girl's question momentarily confused him. He loosened the bowstring.
"I don't even know this person," Mega-Girl continued, covering her wound with a palm. "Why does she want me dead?"
"It matters little," Apollo decided, raising his bow once more and drawing its string to take aim.
"Shit," Mega-Girl cursed, taking off into the air with the speed of a bullet.
Apollo fired but missed, his arrow arcing harmlessly through the air. Replacing the bow upon his back, Apollo flew after her, his speed equal to hers.
Flying straight upwards, Mega-Girl aimed for the clouds, but Apollo proved the faster. He reached and took hold of her ankle, flexing his mighty arm and hurling Mega-Girl back towards the earth. She landed with the force of a crashing meteor, a detonation of grass and dirt erupting around her petite frame. Her wounded shoulder exploded with the pain of a thousand stabbing daggers and she barely had time to cry out from the agony before Apollo was on top of her, pounding her face and body with punch after devastating punch.
Instinctively, Mega-Girl curled a leg between them and kicked with all her strength. Her foot caught Apollo in the stomach and sent him spinning through the air. He crashed into a park bench a hundred feet away, shattering it into splinters.
Crawling out of a crater of dirt and soil, Mega-Girl had trouble rising to her feet. The left sleeve of her costume was growing soaked with blood and her shoulder was throbbing in pain. Unfortunately for her Apollo wasn't done. He flew into her with the speed and power of a runaway locomotive, driving Mega-Girl through the air and slamming her back-first into a thick tree with a sharp crack. Once again the god's savage fists began raining blows, pinning her between the tree and his onslaught.
But Mega-Girl wasn't ready to give up. She shot her forehead towards the vicious god's face, head-butting him in the nose. In the moment that bought her, she lifted a hard knee into his groin causing Apollo to stumble backwards in sudden pain. And then, with every ounce of strength she could muster, Mega-Girl swung a massive haymaker punch with her one good arm.
The blow launched Apollo high into the air. He flew for hundreds of yards, disappearing from view to land behind a line of trees.
"This guy is brutal!" Travis exclaimed, watching a video of Apollo defeating The Leviathan.
"There must be something," Jordan remained optimistic. "There must be some way he can be defeated."
"It's hopeless," Travis feared. "I mean, the only thing in common I see is that he beats the crap out of everyone he fights and that all these fights take place during the day. Not very helpful."
"Oh shit," Jordan began cycling through each of the videos and photos, glancing at each one quickly. "That's it!"
"What?" Travis was confused.
"Apollo is the god of light," Jordan remarked excitedly.
"So?" Travis shrugged
"Don't you study your mythology? Apollo is the sun god. And Look! Every single time he's been captured on video battling a super villain, it was during the day."
"So?" Travis still didn't get it.
"So why doesn't he ever fight at night?" Jordan asked.
Travis' eyes widened as he finally caught up with Jordan's train of thought, "Because the night makes him weak!"
Jordan beamed a smile, "That's got to be it. You're a genius, Travis!"
Apollo re-emerged in the distance, from between the tree line, looking extremely angry. He also appeared uninjured.
"What does it take to stop this guy?" Mega-Girl muttered with a frustrated breath. With her shoulder throbbing in excruciating pain she didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
*MG! Are you there?*
Mega-Girl lifted a hand to her ear, "I hope you have something, Harbinger. I'm getting the crap kicked out of me!"
*We think we found something.*
"We?" Mega-Girl wondered, watching Apollo slowly stalk her way. "Who are you with?"
*Never mind that. Apollo is weakened by the night. His power must come from the sun, or something.*
"Are you sure?"
*Not one-hundred percent, but it's all I've got.*
"Fair enough, thanks Harbinger."
*Good luck, MG.*
Mega-Girl looked up at the sun, which was still low in the early morning sky. If she wanted to find night, she would need to go west and hope to outrun the dawn.
"Mega-Girl!" came a deep bellow, "Thy delays will not save thee. No mortal, no matter how strong, can defeat the might of Apollo!"
"If you want me," Mega-Girl yelled back, "You're going to have to catch me!"
Rising into the air, Mega-Girl burst westward like a streak of crimson. Apollo gave chase, soaring through the sky after her.
Straightening her body, Mega-Girl stretched her right fist out in front of her to cut through the air like a bullet. Though her other arm was curled at her side and throbbing with pain, she ignored the wound as much as she could and continued to accelerate, her blonde hair flapping behind her. "Let's see how fast you are, Apollo," she murmured.
A cone of air was visible to the naked eye around Mega-Girl's sleek body as she flew faster and faster. A clap of thunder erupted as she achieved supersonic speed and began moving quicker than sound. The ground beneath her was a blur, Gateway City far behind. She kept her altitude low, needing the horizon to obscure the sun. Glancing back, she saw a flying speck she assumed was Apollo. He was keeping pace, but not gaining. She pushed herself to fly even faster.
Fifteen minutes later, with Apollo still in sight, Mega-Girl flew over the Rocky Mountains. She finally slowed somewhere over western Utah, choosing a vast stretch of uninhabited flatland to stand her ground. Apollo nearly flew on, high above her landing spot, before he too slowed and swooshed a curving path back towards the heroine. He landed to a skidding halt in front of her.
"Coward!" he yelled.
Mega-Girl glanced to the east. The morning sun had yet to peek over the horizon and it was time to gamble on Harbinger's hunch. When Apollo ran towards her she stood firm, praying Harbinger would be right.
Apollo, crazed with anger and mad with his love of Rapture, punched Mega-Girl solidly across the chin.
She barely felt the blow.
"What's wrong?" Mega-Girl offered a crooked, suddenly confident smile. "Getting a little wore out?"
Apollo realized he had let his fury get the better of him; he had flown out of range from the source of his strength - the sun. His confidence waned in an instant and Apollo silently cursed his opponent for her trickery. There was only one last chance. Reaching for his bow, Apollo knew it would be his only hope of victory.
But Mega-Girl wasn't about to let him shoot her with that wicked weapon again. She grabbed him by the arm and spun, hurtling Apollo as hard as she could against a boulder protruding from the ground nearby. He smashed against the rock and crumpled to the ground. Without the sun fueling his power, Apollo's strength and invulnerability was vastly diminished.
The fight was over in an instant; Mega-Girl had defeated a god.
Even though the battle had reached its conclusion, many questions yet remained. Mega-Girl wanted to know why Apollo, a fellow hero, had attacked her. And who was Lauren Smith? The answers would need to come quickly however, before the eastern sky lit with the morning's dawn and Apollo regained his strength.
"Why did you try to kill me?" Mega-Girl demanded to know, approaching the god's prone form. "Who is this woman you were trying to prove yourself to?"
No answers came. Instead, Apollo simply vanished.
"What the -?" Mega-Girl gasped in astonishment. She felt on the ground where he was, in case the god had turned invisible, but he wasn't there.
It wasn't like when he teleported during their fight in the city - there was a bright flash of light when he did that. It was like he simply disappeared. One second Apollo was there, and an instant later he wasn't.
"MG?" Jordan adjusted the microphone on her headset, "MG, can you read me?"
Travis sat on the edge of Jordan's bed, his foot tapping nervously. It had been nearly a twenty minutes since their last contact with Mega-Girl; both he and Jordan wore concerned expressions on their faces. Neither had bothered to dress.
"Why isn't she answering?" Travis worried aloud.
"The connection is cellular," Jordan explained. "She could be in a dead spot."
"Or she could just be dead," Travis rose and began pacing.
"It'll be okay," Jordan assured him, "Your girlfriend is kind of tough."
"Yeah but Apollo is a fucking god!" Travis gestured at Jordan's computer monitors, "You saw those videos. The guy never loses! What if we were wrong? What if it was just coincidence that he was always fighting during the day?"
"No one has ever defeated Mega-Girl, okay? She's nigh-invulnerable." Jordan activated her headset and tried again, "MG? Are you there?"
"Nigh-invulnerable? What does that even mean?" Travis continued to pace, "This is seriously fucked up. I thought I was dating a normal girl. I wanted to date a normal girl. I want to graduate college, get a normal job, maybe pop out a couple of kids. I can't spend every day of my life worrying if my wife is going to be killed by a Roman god. I mean, can Penny even have kids? She's not an alien from another planet, is she?"
Jordan gave him a strange look, "No, she's from the suburbs."
*Harbinger? Harbinger, can you hear me?*
Both Jordan and Travis turned towards the speaker, excited and relieved to finally hear Mega-Girl's voice.
Jordan activated her headset, "I'm here, MG. What's your status?"
*I'm wounded, but not too bad... somewhere over Colorado at the moment. I should be home in about twenty minutes. You saved my life, Harbinger. You were right about his weakness; he was about as tough as a kitten as soon as we were out of the daylight.*
"It was actually your boyfriend who figured it out," Jordan admitted.
*Wait, he's with you?*
"Yeah. Sorry, MG. He found your stash of costumes."
*Oh god, is he pissed?*
Jordan glanced at him, "I think he's just relieved you're okay. We both are. Do you want to talk to him?"
*Yeah.*
Jordan pulled the headset off, having to untangle it from a snarl of her burgundy hair, before handing it to Travis. "Don't use any real names," she instructed, "It's a secret identity thing."
Travis looked at the headset and considered, "You know what? This is all way too crazy, I'm out of here."
"Wait," Jordan frowned as Travis turned to leave the room. "Travis...!"
Travis lifted a dismissive hand, "Just tell her I'm glad she's okay, but I can't be with someone who lies to me all the time."
Jordan winced as Travis slammed her bedroom door shut.
Apollo awoke to the feeling of sunlight warming his beardless face, opening his eyes to strange surroundings. He was in a bed, dressed in a simple tunic and loincloth, though his armors were arranged neatly upon a chair in the corner. Sliding glass doors led out to a marble patio, with mountains in the distance. The bedroom was plainly furnished but spacious, as though it was a spare for guests. Apollo wondered if he was in the home of a friend, or a foe.
Quite suddenly, a lean and handsome man with dark curly hair appeared out of nowhere beside Apollo, his arrival heralded by a barely perceptible tremor of air. He wore a pair of tan slacks, loose-fitting and made of expensive material, with a collared polo tee-shirt; Nike sneakers seemed overly casual in comparison. "Hello, brother. I see you are finally awake. The morning sun always did cure all of your ills."
Apollo exhaled a relieved breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. "Hermes," he greeted in a gruff voice, happy he was not in the hands of a potential enemy. "How many centuries has it been?"
"Three, I believe."
"That long?"
"I believe it was when Napoleon crowned himself Emperor," Hermes mused.
"Too long," Apollo grunted.
"Gods, what a party that was, though. Do you remember the French woman we shared that night... what was her name? She could do the most amazing things with her tongue..."
"Monique," Apollo recalled perfectly, running a hand through his long, blond hair.
Hermes laughed, "You amaze me, brother. How could you possibly remember her name after three hundred years?"
"She was the Emperor's niece," Apollo replied blandly. "Napoleon wanted me drawn and quartered for defiling her innocence out of wedlock."
Hermes chuckled, "Napoleon. What a pompous little cock that one was."
Rubbing his forehead, Apollo felt a subtle grogginess leaving his mind like fading morning dew, "Where am I? How did I get here?"
"You are in my Athens villa. I spirited you here, of course."
Apollo rose and moved to the sliding glass doors, staring at the distant mountains of Greece, "I did not know you were here, on this plane, again."
"It is a recent development," Hermes explained. "I've been monitoring a situation in Gateway City, a personal matter, and it was there that I chanced upon my mighty brother engaged in fisticuffs with one of the many costumed heroes of that city. Curious of your activities, I followed your chase of the mortal girl until she bested you."
Apollo turned a dangerous look over his shoulder, "She tricked me."
Hermes didn't argue, "Was she the one who spelled you?"
Apollo's face twisted, "What!?"
"After you fell to the mortal girl, I brought you here. Don't worry - I was moving quite quickly. I am sure to her eyes it seemed you simply vanished. But I sensed a taint around your mind, a dark influence if you will - no doubt it was sorcerous."
Apollo appeared mildly alarmed, as though wary of magic.
"Do not fear; I brewed you a tonic which seems to have cleared the foulness away."
Apollo scowled as he realized the probable source, "Lauren Smith."
Hermes lifted an eyebrow, "Been lying with witches, brother?"
"It would seem so. A powerful one at that to manipulate mine actions so completely."
"So this witch was the reason for your battle with the costumed mortal?"
Apollo placed a fist in his other palm, cracking all his knuckles at once, "It must have been some manner of hex. She wanted me to kill Mega-Girl."
"Mega-Girl," Hermes repeated to see how the name tasted on his own tongue; he didn't like it. "Despite the regretful name she appeared to be quite a specimen - for a mortal. To stand equal against mighty Apollo in hand-to-hand combat is no easy feat!"
"My mind was clouded," Apollo grew defensive at the prospect of a mortal being compared as his equal.
"Still," Hermes argued, "You were not going easy on her and she survived your onslaught. In fact, she gave back - and then some! A woman like that would be fit for a god, be she mortal or not."
"As a mate?" Apollo sounded curious.
"Why not, brother? It's hard not to respect a woman of such power. Think of the demigods she would yield - they would rival Hercules himself."
Apollo's beardless expression grew contemplative.
Hermes laughed at his sibling, "Come, Apollo. We'll need to be far more drunk if we are to start contemplating mortal mates."
Jordan appeared completely helpless as she stood beside her roommate, holding a needle tied with fine thread, "You realize I'm a computer-science major, right? Not pre-med."
Penny was seated within their apartment on a dining table chair, still in her Mega-Girl costume though she had taken her mask off. Dried blood caked her left shoulder and arm around the wound she had suffered in her fight with Apollo. Jordan had been able to cut away the sleeve of Penny's costume but was hesitant to begin stitching.
"I can't go to a hospital," Penny complained. "Not without revealing my secret identity. You're all I've got. Please? I'm scared I've lost my invulnerability."
On the table nearby Jordan had arranged a plastic basin of warm water along with some small towels. She reached for one and began to dab it around Penny's wound in an attempt to clean some of the blood away, "Okay, okay. But how could Apollo have done that?"
"I have no idea," Penny winced when the cloth touched a nerve. "I don't even know why he attacked me in the first place. I never got the chance to ask before he just vanished into thin air."
"Okay, here goes..." Biting her lip, Jordan sucked in a breath and held it. Trying to keep her hand steady, she poked the needle into Penny's shoulder...
"Is it working?" Penny glanced, not feeling the expected pain.
Jordan shook her head, "It won't go through your skin."
"Push harder," Penny suggested.
"I don't want to hurt you," Jordan winced as she applied more pressure, but the only result was that the needle bent into a ninety-degree angle. "Crap, this is pointless! I'm never going to be able to push a needle through your skin."
"I'm actually kind of relieved," Penny exhaled. "I was worried Apollo had somehow found a way to negate my powers, but maybe it was the arrow that was special, or something. You know, like some godly magic?"
"Maybe," Jordan abandoned the needle on the table. "But I'm definitely not going to be able to stich you up." She pressed the damp cloth over Penny's shoulder, "Hold this over the wound, I'll see if we have any bandages in the linin closet. We'll just have to hope you're a fast healer."
Penny pressed the cloth against her shoulder, "I have no idea how fast I heal; I've never been hurt before."
"Never?" Jordan wondered as she moved towards the hallway closet. "Not even when you were a kid?"
"I've never had so much as a scratch. My mom told me that when I was really little she took me in to get my immunity shots, but the nurse couldn't pierce my skin with a needle."
Jordan laughed as she rummaged through their closet, "You never told me that. I remember you telling me your powers developed naturally, but I assumed it was when you were in high school."
Penny shook her head, "I was only five years old when I realized I was different. A ball I was playing with had rolled under my mom's car in the driveway and I lifted the front end of the car up over my head so I could reach it. It didn't seem like a big deal to me at the time, but my mom totally freaked out."
Jordan returned with a dusty first-aid kit, "So do you think you were born with your powers?"
Penny shrugged bonelessly, "I guess so."
"There are some tape-like stitches in here," Jordan discovered once she opened the plastic kit. "Let's try these, and then I'll cover it up with a bandage. Hopefully you have super-healing to go along with your super-strength."
"Okay," Penny agreed, lifting the cloth and glancing at her arm.
"Have you figured out what you're going to say to Travis?" Jordan asked as she set to work on Penny's shoulder. "He seemed pretty pissed when he left about you lying to him."
"I didn't lie to him," Penny sounded like she was trying to convince herself. "I just didn't tell him I was Mega-Girl."
"I'm not sure he sees it that way," Jordan remarked. "You better think of something good to say, because he seems like a really great guy. He's irresistibly cute, and totally sweet - in a naive kind of way."
"I know," Penny sighed. "I have no idea what I'm going to tell him."
"What do you mean it's over already?" Travis' sister sounded disappointed. "I didn't even get a chance to meet her."
"She lied to me," Travis said, putting his cell phone on speaker mode so he could type and talk at the same time. Travis had a history paper due and was busy writing when his older sister Janice had called.
"What did she lie to you about?" Janice's distorted voice asked. "Was it about how many boyfriends she's had in the past? Because girls always lie about that stuff."
"No," Travis sighed, not wanting to talk about Penny. He wanted to bury himself in school work and not think about girls or superheroes. But Janice wanted to know about his new girlfriend and Travis knew how persistent his sister could be, "It wasn't anything like that. Look, Jan, I can't really talk about it, okay?"
"What do you mean you can't talk about it? What the big secret?"
Thankfully a knock sounded on Travis' dorm room door saving him from trying to explain that the girl he had been dating was secretly a superhero, "Someone's here, I'll have to call you back."
"Travis! Don't you dare hang up on -"
Swiping his finger across the phone, Travis ended the call and rose to answer the door.
"Hi," Penny attempted a hopeful smile, standing in the hallway.
"Hello Penny," Travis greeted dryly. "Or should I say Meg-"
Penny quickly covered his mouth with a palm and prodded Travis backwards into his room, "Shush!"
Travis pushed her wrist away, "What? It's true, isn't it? You're Mega-Girl?"
Penny quickly closed the door to prevent anyone walking through the dorm hallway from overhearing, "Please, Travis. My secret identity is really important to me! It protects me and the people I care about."
"I don't even know which is which!" Travis exclaimed, clearly upset. "I mean, which one is the real you? Are you Penny? Are you Mega-Girl? Or are they both masks?"
"Both," she admitted, having decided that she needed to be completely honest with Travis.
"What does that even mean?" Travis lifted both of his palms, gesturing in exasperation. "You know what? I don't even care. I think you should go."
"I'll explain everything," Penny assured him. "Just... why don't you sit down, okay?"
Travis eyed her dubiously.
"Please, Travis. Let me explain. I'll be completely honest with you and I swear I'll never lie to you again. Afterwards, if you want me to leave I will."
Travis exhaled a heavy breath and glanced at his loveseat. Curiosity got the best of his anger and he moved to sit.
"My name is Penelope Swann, that's who I am. It's the name my mother gave me when I was born. Mega-Girl is the identity I created after graduating from high school so that I could use my powers without anyone knowing it was me. I didn't want my friends and family hounded by the press, or targeted by super-powered criminals. But I have two masks, Travis, just like you said, because even when I'm Penny I have to pretend I'm someone I'm not. I can't talk like I do when I'm Mega-Girl. I can't wear my hair the same way. I can't show my body. Do you understand?"
Lifting her right hand, Penny removed a platinum-colored ring from her middle finger. Travis grew wide-eyed when the air suddenly began to shimmer and distort around her form. Penny's hair color changed from dark to blonde; her skin tone was no longer pale, transforming instead into a golden tan; her eyes shifted from a green hue to an icy blue.
"This ring is an image-transducer," Penny set the ring down on Travis' dresser. "It surrounds my body with a very thin spectrographic ionization field."
"Huh?" Travis didn't understand a word.
"It changes the way light reflects off my body," she explained more simply. "It makes my skin look paler and my hair darker, so people can't see any similarities between me and Mega-Girl." Penny removed her glasses and set them beside the ring.
Travis watched as Penny unzipped her hoody and then proceeded to unbutton her jeans, "What are you doing?"
Struggling to take her tee-shirt off because of her wounded shoulder, Penny proceeded to discard all of her clothes and stand naked before Travis. Only her bandaged shoulder remained covered. "This is me," she told him. "This is what I really look like. No image inducers. No costumes. No masks. This is as honest as I can be, Travis."
Travis saw that she still looked like Penny, but with blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfectly tanned skin. Her naked form was petite, toned, and unbelievably sexy. But as good as she looked, it was strange for Travis to see.
"Why did you lie to me?" he asked. "Why did you make me think you were two different girls when we first met? I felt like I had to choose between Mega-Girl and Penny when really I was choosing between the same girl!"
"After saving you from that car accident I recognized you from our Chemistry class. You were kind of shy and totally sweet the way you asked me out for coffee. I wanted to go out with you, but I was scared you were only attracted to the costume. I wanted you to like me, to actually like *me*, so I decided to approach you that day in the Quad. I thought if you choose me as Penny over me as Mega-Girl, I'd know you actually liked me instead of just being enamored with the fame and glitz associated with Mega-Girl."
"But the truth is: Penny is just as much of a mask as mega-Girl," Travis frowned. "And I don't like being manipulated. I want you to leave."
Penny looked shattered, "But Travis, wait -"
"No," he shook his head. "I chose Penny because I don't want to date a superhero. I want a normal life! Your life is too crazy for me. You get into fist-fights with gods and giant robots. I don't want to be a part of that, I can't."
Penny had expected Travis to forgive her. She had assumed he would still want to be with her and that they would kiss and make love and live happily ever after. His rejection stung her deeply. Penny was suddenly very self-conscious of her nudity and began to quickly gather her clothes, "I-I'm sorry, Travis. I'll go. But please don't tell anyone - please keep my secret?"
Travis rose from the couch and turned his back as Penny hastily dressed herself, "I won't tell anyone. In fact, I'm going to do my best to forget all about you."
"Don't say that," Penny said with a quiver to her voice. "I thought we had something, Travis. I care about you, a lot, and I thought you felt the same."
"I did," Travis said, unable to turn and face her. He was afraid if he looked at her he'd give in to those feelings, "I do... but I can't anymore. I can't date a superhero, Penny. I don't even want to know how. Maybe if you weren't Mega-Girl anymore..."
Slipping her ring back on the air shimmered briefly around Penny's form once again. Her hair grew dark and her skin grew pale. She slipped her clunky glasses on and moved towards the door, "I can't stop being Mega-Girl, Travis. I was born with these powers. In a way, I've been Mega-Girl my whole life. Sometimes I think I'm more myself with the mask and costume than when I'm just trying to be Penny."
"That's kind of sad," Travis glanced at her as she walked towards the door.
Penny shrugged, trying to keep herself from crying, "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I do need a guy who wants the costume. I-I'm sorry, Travis. I guess I'll see you around."
A bright flash of light heralded Apollo's return to his Gateway City condominium, his brother beside him. Both men were clad in modern clothing, expensive and casual, though Apollo held his armor and weapons in a large sack beside him.
Hermes disappeared but reappeared a moment later, moving too fast for Apollo's eye to follow. "No one is here," he reported, having searched the apartment in approximately a tenth of a second.
Apollo nodded as though accustomed to, if not entirely comfortable with, his brother's speed, "I suspected as much. No reason for the sorceress to linger."
"She'll be difficult to find," Hermes commented, strolling toward the open kitchen area at a normal speed. "The mortals number in the billions, and your sorceress could be anywhere."
"Aye," Apollo conceded, depositing his satchel near the empty armor mannequin. "Likely she has learned Mega-Girl yet lives and rightly assumes the spell over me has been broken. No doubt she had fled to some dark corner to avoid my wrath."
Hermes opened the refrigerator door, bending at the waste to examine its contents. "I am only a humble messenger," he announced, finding a bottle of wine to his liking. "Tracking and hunting is your twin's arena."
"You know our sister has sworn never to return to this plane," Apollo said as Hermes located a pair of wine glasses. "Artemis despises the fact that I have chosen Earth and the mortals over Olympus and our kin. She would never aid me."
"She would if you offered her the bow," Hermes suggested. "Artemis has always been jealous that Minerva gave it to you rather than her."
Apollo shook his head as he joined his brother in the kitchen, "The joy I would feel killing Lauren Smith pales in value to a bow that can pierce any armor."
"I'm sure you're right," Hermes poured the wine. "Still, it is not her death I would be seeking if I wore your skin. I would want to know how, and why, she manipulated me into becoming her assassin. Mortals, after all, are not known for their sorcerous talents."
"Thy words carry wisdom," Apollo looked contemplative.
"What is the bow to you?" Hermes asked. "After all, you've not held it for centuries. Obviously you've survived well enough without it."
"True enough," Apollo conceded.
"Artemis can track a mote of dust across the cosmos," Hermes commented, testing the wine with a sip. "Your mysterious Lauren Smith should be easy for her to find. I could carry a message to her for you, offering the trade?"
Apollo took the other glass and swallowed much of its contents, "Perhaps. But I have business with another mortal as well, which must take priority."
"The titan?" Hermes guessed.
"Aye, Mega-Girl. And she should be much easier to find."
Jordan sat on the far side of her and Penny's L-shaped couch trying to watch her favorite soap opera. She had been addicted to the show since high school and had even scheduled her classes around it. But it was hard to pay attention when her roommate, who was sitting on the other end of the couch, kept sniffling. She finally clicked the mute button on their television remote, "Are you crying again?"
Penny was trying to read a textbook, but she was having trouble focusing and hadn't turned a page in over ten minutes. "No," she murmured, wiping a lone tear off her cheek.
"For Pete's sake," Jordan rolled her eyes. "It's been over a week since Travis dumped you. I get that it sucks, but you should be past the water-works. He's just a guy, there will be others."
Penny sighed and snapped her book shut, "It's more than that, it's what Travis made me realize. I'm a girl with two identities, and both of them have masks. I'm so worried all the time that someone is going to discover my secret that I feel like I have to constantly hide."
"Well," Jordan considered. "Which identity are you more comfortable in? Which is more 'you'?"
"The costume," Penny replied meekly, ashamed of her own answer.
"So go put it on," Jordan suggested. "You haven't been on patrol since your fight with Apollo. It'd probably do you some good to get out and fly. Besides, your shoulder has healed perfectly."
The idea made some sense to Penny. Jordan was right about her shoulder; her body had healed within a couple of days, so thoroughly that not even a scar remained to mark where Apollo's arrow had pierced her flesh. Perhaps it was time to get back into the routine of her life prior to Travis, Penny thought.
Only minutes later Mega-Girl was garbed in her red one-piece costume and soaring over the skyscrapers of Gateway City. It felt good to get out of her apartment and fly again, to feel the warm late-summer sun on her back. Thoughts of Travis slowly drifted away as she flew over the city. There was little she could do to change Travis' mind regardless, she understood. Travis didn't want a superhero for a girlfriend and Penny couldn't change who or what she was. If she was being honest with herself Penny felt more alive, more like 'herself', when in costume. As Penny she felt forced to be reserved and closeted, but as Mega-Girl she felt free.
Curling her flight around the Keppler skyscraper, a flash of movement distracted Mega-Girl from her thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Apollo! He was flying after her, coming from the direction of a balcony in the Keppler Building. Once again dressed in his gleaming ancient armor, Mega-Girl feared the god was seeking another fight. She spun in the air to face him, her hands balling into fists, and hovered in the face of Apollo's approach.
But he too stopped short, hovering a short distance away. "Mega-Girl," he spoke, his deep baritone voice carrying no sign of animosity, "I would have words with thee."
Mega-Girl's eyes narrowed cautiously through her mask, "Just words? No fists this time?"
"I apologize for our previous encounter. I was not myself; my mind was addled by a foul sorceress. I mean thee no harm. Quite the opposite, in truth."
Mega-Girl remained wary, but she was also curious, "All right, where do you want to talk?"
"This way," he gestured, returning his flight towards his condominium within the Keppler building.
Mega-Girl briefly wondered if Apollo could possibly be setting a trap for her but followed him towards the balcony regardless; she suspected Apollo wasn't the crafty type. He seemed more like a man who confronted his problems headn rather than deal in traps or trickery.
"Please," Apollo invited her into his home after the two had landed on his balcony.
"Nice place," she remarked, noting the tastefully decorated and spacious apartment.
Apollo removed his mohawk helm, letting blond hair tumble to his shoulders. "Let us dispense with any pleasantries. No doubt you have many questions for me."
"Just a few," Mega-Girl said, maintaining a safe distance from him. "Why did you attack me last week?"
"I told you. I was ensorcelled."
"What does that even mean? Are you talking about magic?"
"Aye," Apollo set his helmet down on a large dining table, "Or some manner of power. The variety of mortals such as thyself, all with strange abilities, are too numerous to count. Pure magic is rare on this plane, but mortal adepts are not unheard of."
"You mentioned a woman, Lauren Smith, is she the one who put the zap on your head?"
"Would you care for a drink?" Apollo asked, temporarily ignoring Mega-Girl's query.
"No," she replied curtly, "Answer my question."
"Aye, Lauren Smith. But before you ask I know not who she is or what motivates her. It is humbling to admit, but the witch made me a dupe in her plan to kill you."
"Why would this woman want to kill me?" Mega-Girl asked, confused. "I've never even heard of her."
Apollo lifted a shoulder, wandering towards his kitchen, "I need some wine."
"What about that bow?" Mega-Girl followed after him, intent on more answers.
"The bow is mine," Apollo admitted, perusing a rack of wine bottles near his fridge. "But have no fear, mortal, I will not take aim upon thee again."
"How did it hurt me?" Mega-Girl wondered, "Nothing's ever hurt me like that."
Apollo selected a green bottle without a label and pulled its cork out with his teeth, "My father magicked it to pierce any armor, any flesh."
"That's pretty convenient," she commented dryly, "What does your father have against me?"
Apollo chuckled as he poured a glass, "The bow was made over two millennia ago, long before you were born."
Mega-Girl folded her arms across her chest, "All right, I'm convinced you don't want to kill me anymore. I just have one other question. Where can I find this Lauren Smith bitch so I can convince her to stop tricking gods into killing me?"
"I know not where she is," Apollo stated, pausing to take a swallow of wine. "But I can aid thee in locating her."
"How are you going to do that?" Mega-Girl sounded skeptical.
"Not myself, but mine sister. We'll need to travel to Olympus and convince her to aid us."
Mega-Girl laughed at the absurdity, "You think she's on a mountain in Greece?"
Apollo chuckled, "Nay, not Greece..."
"He wants to take you where?" Jordan wondered with an incredulous gasp, watching her roommate stuff a toothbrush into a duffle bag.
"Olympus," Penny said; the two roommates were within Penny's mess of a room as she tried to decide what to pack, "I guess it's where he's originally from - his home town, or something."
Jordan was having trouble wrapping her head around what Penny had said regarding her conversation with Apollo, "And it's in another dimension?"
"That's what he said."
"And you believed him?"
Penny glanced at her, "Why shouldn't I? He's a god, right? They must come from somewhere."
"Jesus, Penny. Do you have any idea how crazy this all sounds? We don't even know if Apollo is actually a god at all. I mean, he could be a lunatic full of shit who simply tells everyone he's a god. That doesn't mean it's true!"
Penny shrugged bonelessly, "He says his sister is there and that she can find this Lauren Smith chick who somehow has the power to control people's minds and wants me dead. If there's a chance Apollo is telling the truth I owe it to myself to try and figure out where to find her." Looking towards her closet she asked, "What do you suppose people wear in Olympus?"
Jordan threw her hands up helplessly, "How the hell would I know? Do I look like I've visited other dimensions, before?"
"I guess I'll just pack a couple of extra costumes," Penny decided, "If they all dress like Apollo I shouldn't stand out too much."
"You do realize that if Apollo is telling the truth, and that's a big 'if', you'll be on your own? I'm handy with computers and electronics but I'm pretty sure no one has invented a cell phone that can call another dimension."
"I'll be fine," Penny assured her, "Apollo apologized for attacking me and I believed him when he said he was under some kind of magic influence. I'll be perfectly safe. I'm nigh-invulnerable, remember? Plus, I'll have an ancient god at my side to protect me."
"I'm not suggesting you need a bodyguard," Jordan conceded, "But what if you get trapped in this other dimension and can't get back?"
"What if I don't go?" Penny proposed, folding one of her spare costumes, "What if this crazy sorceress lady succeeds in killing me because I just ignored the situation?"
"We could try finding her? I could do a full search on the name Lauren Smith; I even have a few backdoor options for government databases I could try. I'm sure it's not her real name but maybe it's a common alias and I could get some red flag hits -"
"I want to go," Penny interrupted, "Since putting on the costume I've seen and done some pretty amazing things, but this is on a whole new level. Traveling to another dimension? Meeting actual gods? I can't turn down an adventure like that."
Jordan frowned and sat on the edge of Penny's disheveled bed.
"What?" Penny watched her.
"Nothing," Jordan sighed, "If I were in your shoes I'd probably do the same thing. Plus, Apollo is damn near the sexiest guy on Earth - literally a Greek god - and you're recently single."
Penny laughed, "I didn't know you were into the muscle-bound types."
"How long do you think you'll be gone?"
"Shouldn't take more than a day or two," Penny guessed, "At least I hope not; I can't afford to skip classes for very long without getting seriously behind."
"Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?" Jordan looked slightly concerned.
"Don't worry about me," Penny winked, "I'll bring you back a post-card."
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How to Date a Superhero Ch. 03
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It was weird; the dalmatian behind the counter had been rather insistent he add the small bottle to his order. Claimed it was the perfect scent for him, matched his bodychemistry or something. He had even gone so far as to give it to him for free.
Sarovak just couldn't shake the weird feeling about the bottle though, even as he lie in his bed and stare at the multifaceted bottle as light filtered through it... It was almost hypnotic to watch the light dancing along it. The other stuff from the store; Namely an antique clock, two old pictures, and an old worn leather strap, which he thought would look nice around his arm, were lying on the table.
"What the hell... He said it'd be perfect for me, right?" He said with a laugh, sitting up and grabbing the bottle. Sniffing the nozzle experimentally, he was pretty sure that it was nothing but water... But he sprayed some on his chest anyways, and got up to get ready for the club.
What he didn't hear, was the door to his apartment opening slowly, or the footsteps inside. He was too busy in the bathroom, having stripped down to his underwear, with the outfit he intended to wear next to him. Music was playing gently, distracting him from the pair of yellow eyes that stared at him from the opening of the bathroom door.
Those smooth ears twitched for a moment, and slowly he turned, just in time to come face to face with a green, scaley face, about to shout something.
But then everything went black...
"Mmmm, Wake up Sleepy puppy..." A Gentle voice whispered, but Sarovak didn't want to wake up. No matter what his dreams were, there were always those glowing yellow eyes...
"Wake up..." The voice was more insistent this time, and Sarovak begrudgingly opened his eyes... and found himself staring at those same yellow ones. He wanted to panic, he wanted to run, but for some reason, he just stared at them...
"Good puppy... Your smell... Is intoxicating" The Green scaled face said, then slowly leaned in to run his tongue along the chest... It tickled a little, and when he looked down; Sarovak was shocked to see a darker reptile down by his feet. Scales of Dark blue, this one resembled more of a snake; with a lengthy, swaying tail behind him and two sharp fangs.
"Good, the pup is awake..." Blue spoke smoothly, a voice that made Sarovak want to drift back to sleep again. But he couldn't, because as his eyes started to dip down, he realized something... Both of these Reptiles were naked... And both of them were gorgeous.
As Green slowly moved, Sarovak's nose twitched, and the scent of the room stirred him more awake. Arousal. And not his own! It was then, as the green lizard crouched near his head, that Sarovak felt a heavy shaft resting on the back of his skull.
"Who are you people...?" He said in a voice that was too weak and soft to be his own. He still had his underwear on; but outlined nicely in the thin fabric was his own arousal. When did he get so hard?
"You can call us Master..." They said in Unison, and Sarovak gently nodded. That sounded right, sounded good to think about. And as he opened his mouth to speak again, the Green lizard shifted. "Enough talk" He said simply, and a thick bead of precum would fall from what appeared to be the largest cock Sarovak had ever seen. It landed right on his nose, and his went blurry and unfocused.
Sarovak had found the greatest smell in the world; He only barely noticed the red scolding the other, drifting back to hear...
"... If he'd swallowed it this early, we wouldn't have the fun of breaking him!" Was all he came back to hear, sitting up slowly to look at the two. The Red serpentine reptile was clearly the biggest; standing a full head over the other and with much bigger muscles. Sarovak's eyes moved of their own accord, the silvery blue orbs tracing down... And as the two continued arguing, he crawled forward.
Escape; they weren't watching, the door was open... he could run away! Get away from these two. Yes, thats what he could do...
Instead, he'd crawled right to them, and softly whispered "Masters..." Before he pressed closer to the Red; and his tongue slowly ran up along his cock. It tasted better than he'd imagined possible, groaning softly With a smug look, the Green said "See? Worked out fine," which promptly got him smacked upside the head.
"Shut up and let him enjoy himself..." The red hissed out, feeling the tongue swirl around the fleshy shaft; teasing his foreskin. The Pup was rewarded with the start of a heavy flow of Precum.
Every drop that went past his lips clouded the vision of that door further and further. Three more licks, and he felt a hand on the back of his head; Unceremoniously shoving him down to force his open muzzle to take the cock.
Nothing else existed at that point, just this room, these two, and their pleasure. Unfortunately, the red proved too large; Sarovak couldn't take more than a muzzleful, gulping down precum as it flowed. Clearly displeased, the large scalie pushed him off. "Can't take me in that pretty little mouth of yours? Fine... There are other options" He hissed, and promptly tore the underwear off, making Sarovak yelp.
The sudden loss of the flavor had his brain start thinking, but it was like swimming through mud; Everything was slow, hard to understand. He was supposed to... Supposed to... What was it!
"Ssssuck..." The green hissed out, and Sarovak found his lips around another cocktip; this one more manageable in size. Yeah... That was it; He was supposed to Suck. Rolling onto his stomach slowly, he got up on his knees to start sucking on the cock. Deeper; he could take it deeper... and slowly, as his mind drifted away from his body, his throat yielded to the insistent green.
The green had help, of course; The sharp gasp Sarovak gave as a serpentine tongue pushed into his tail had opened the way, and now he was having trouble breathing. Every breath was a heady musk, aroma of sex and lust... The Red was clearly impatient; just a light coating of saliva was all Sarovak got before hands grabbed his hips. A Slight struggle started, and the Green shoved himself tot he hilt.
Heaven... Sarovak was pretty sure he'd just had his face shoved into pure bliss; tongue rolling and sucking as his stomach started to fill with copius precum.
Unfortunately that abruptly ended when the Red sought his pleasure. Thick and hard as steel, his cock was forced into Sarovak and made his mind cry out in pain. But his body just continued to suck down the sweet, addictive pre seed.
"Relax... Relax, and accept your fate..." The Red whispered in his ear as his cock spread Sarovak wider than the wolf had ever imagined possible, precum lubing the way a bit.
He did; Sarovak relaxed... And with a steady push, he found himself effectively speared on two cock sat once, lungs burning for air but the Green wouldn't relent; Ass burning for relief, but the red just ground forward. They wouldn't let him loose, They wouldn't pull back. Sarovak would have to work for their pleasure...
And he did. Clenching, he started to squirm while working to bob his head; They were Master, they deserved the pleasure and the effort. After a few awkward moments of squirming and sucking, they relented. Careful motions started to work insync with each other; While the Red pushed forward, it would slide the Green's cock deeper into his mouth, rocking the pup back and forth.
Sarovak hadn't even noticed when his first orgasm had come; but the red was smearing the seed along the wolf's chest as he started to pick up the pace, every thrust a symphony of wet slaps and slurps. Precum was soaking his thighs, leaking from his abused tail.
The Green went first; As he came, he tilted up his head and let out a low, loud hiss that rumbled in the room, followed by the first spurt. Sarovak expected to be held down; but after the first few shots went straight down his throat, The red pulled him back. A change of positions; the wolf helplessly suspended, supported by hands on his thighs and a cock in his tail, forced to bounce along the shaft as it neared its orgasm. The result was a rather effective white shower; Cum splashed and coated the wolf's face and chest, marking him so perfectly.
The Red's orgasm was much easier to detect. The cock seemed to thicken as it pulsed, and thick cream pumped deep into the ass. But there was one thing that had told Sarovak of the orgasm more than anything... Those fangs, sinking into his shoulder. With that small burst of pain; his mind was gone, the hypnotic combination of cum and venom overwhelming and erasing all that was Sarovak.
All that was left... was Pup. And Pup panted sweetly as he felt his Master pull out; felt the seed still flowing from the cock coat his back end. His green Master moved, crouching infront of him. As he was sandwiched between their chests, he felt both of those cocks pressing to his stretched, loose tail. Sarovak would've been scared; panicked... but Pup; He only moaned and tilted his head back.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that almost seemed familiar... A faceted glass bottle, fitted with a spray nozzle on top. And a gorgeous slim dalmatian, picking it up and fading away with the rest of his memories...
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Effervescence by Damikun
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An Understanding
Will awoke on his seventeenth birthday with a lump in his throat. He knew that it was almost over, but the pain was still unbearable. There was no denying the hold she had had over him. Taking the immense effort to drag himself out of his outdated bunk beds, Will came to the conclusion that if he was going to do what he was planning to do, he'd best have a full stomach. Climbing down the stairs slowly after dressing himself, Will was greeted warmly by his younger brother.
"Aren't you over that girl yet?" he asked. "It's been three months!"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. She was stupid." The lump grew. "I'm totally over her."
"Good. I'm sick of you moping around the house like the world is coming to an end or something."
The world can't come to an end. It's already ended, thought Will to himself as he continued on his way to the refrigerator. He was hungry, yes, but as he examined its contents, he realized that everything in the refrigerator required chewing, and he was in no mood to chew. Deciding, therefore, on a glass of milk, Will plopped down in front of the TV to see what was going on in the world. No matter what the news was, it couldn't possibly make him feel any worse. He flipped on the set.
"*** and the child was returned home safely. In other news, an area man was arrested today for having sex with a horse. We'll have the details:" Will flipped off the set. This subject really struck a nerve. It was just the mention of a horse that did it. She... had loved horses.
Will sighed as he drifted to memories of times spent at her stable, watching her trot on her beautiful Appaloosa named Pablo. The stallion would prance about and she would appear to be truly, truly happy. And seeing his first love truly happy was the best feeling in the world for Will.
The memory shifted. Will was suddenly back in the hotel room by the water park. He had been invited to spend the weekend there with his girlfriend and her family. He remembered the comment she made. It had angered him so badly, and for no real reason. He... lost control. Will stood, walked to her, and hit her, hard, on the right side of her face. Oh, sure, they tried to work through it, she even said that she'd forgiven him, but from that night on, their relationship had never been the same, up until she finally broke it off with him at the end of the previous school year. Now school was getting ready to resume, and he had no desire at all to see her. Not just because of the fact that the relationship had ended, but due to the shame and self-loathing that Will now felt. As far as he was concerned, his life ended that night along with his relationship, and it was now just a matter of time before he finally got his things together in order to perform the inevitable.
Today.
Will had it all planned out. For symbolism, he was going to perform the task he had set himself at the stable where he once saw her happy and carefree. His life would end where hers found its meaning. Will smiled to himself, a luxury he rarely afforded himself. He was ready.
The drive to the stable was uneventful. He made the 40-minute trip with no problems whatsoever, and he took this as a sign that the universe approved of what he was planning. Pulling into the stable, he took a long whiff of the smell of the horses around him. This was it.
Will got out of the car. He took the knife that he had stolen from his mother from his back pocket. He didn't hesitate a moment. There was a sudden burning, searing pain on the left side of his chest. Will fell to his knees in agony. And the last memory he formed was of Pablo, her horse, rushing over to him, nuzzling his neck, and... impossibly... forming a tear for him.
Where was Will? He certainly wasn't in his bunk bed. The surface on which he found himself was much too hard for that.
And the memory of what he had done came flooding back to him. Will smiled. It had been a success. But this wasn't heaven, and it certainly wasn't hell. So where was he?
"William?"
No. There was no one around. He must have just missed his target, that's all. Will looked down at his torn shirt, looked at the hole where the knife pierced him. The shirt was covered in dried blood, but there was no wound to be found underneath it. What had happened?
"William! I know you can hear me!"
"Whoa, who's there?" demanded Will in shock. There was no one for miles, he was sure of that. He made sure that no one was around : he didn't want to perform his suicide in front of an audience. He stood up, and was greeted by the long face of a horse.
"I am Pablo."
"Pablo's a horse. Who's playing a trick on me?" He knew it was her, trying to get back at him for what he had done for her.
"I am equine in nature, yes."
"Okay, I'll play along. If you're speaking, why aren't your lips moving?"
"I am communing directly with the subconscious part of your brain."
"Fuck this. I'm out of here." Will turned to where his car was still parked, and resigned himself to try to end his own life another day.
"YOU CANNOT LEAVE!" The humongous horse galloped in between Will and his car and looked him straight in the eye. "Forgive me, but now that I have communicated with you, you cannot leave until you understand the implications of both of our actions."
"Wait... you're really talking to me?" The horse acting on his words was very convincing, indeed.
"Yes. We are one now. I healed you, both physically and mentally. We are now bonded."
"Wait. Bonded?"
"Yes. We are forever inseparable. A part of my soul now resides within you."
"I'm like... a horcrux?"
"You've read Harry Potter as well, I see," chuckled Pablo. "No, not in that crude sense. We are merely one in the same now."
"'Merely?' That sounds a bit more than 'merely' to me!" said Will with a chuckle, even though the thoughts going through him at the moment were far from humorous.
"Well, if you don't want to be bonded, I could just let you die. I believe that was your intention anyway."
"It was. But... " Will trailed off. He had wanted to kill himself, it was true, but now... now he wasn't so sure. This horse had saved his life.
"Why did you bond with me?" asked Will, now having given up on getting to his car and sitting on a nearby log.
"I couldn't let you die. Not with your history with:"
"Okay! Okay!" Will couldn't hear her name. "But she hates me now. Wouldn't you want me to die?"
"Not necessarily. Though she is my master, our opinions aren't always one in the same. And I've always felt kind of... close to you since that night in the barn."
Will remembered that night. It was cold, wet, and storming. She hated storms, and Will was cuddling with her, the two leaning against Pablo who was lying in his stall. He thought he'd felt something from Pablo then, but was too involved in keeping her safe to notice.
"Why wouldn't you let me ride you?" Pablo had never let Will mount him, even after the months they had been acquainted.
"I was afraid you'd like it too much and get a horse of your own," Pablo replied simply. Will felt something else coming from Pablo now.
"Pablo... I've never been able to tell you this in front of her, but I think I love you more than she does. I've craved seeing you. I... really do love you." Will finished lamely.
Pablo walked slowly up to Will and nuzzled him. "I love you too, Will. But... if she ever finds out..." Will understood what he meant. She would kill the both of them if she found out Will was seeing him.
"That's an obstacle, yes. Do you commune with her?"
"No. You're the only human to whom I've ever spoken," said Pablo sheepishly. Will was flattered, but also puzzled.
"Really? I love you, man!"
And they hugged. Will's arms wrapped around Pablo's neck, Pablo wrapping himself around Will's back. Will never wanted to kill himself less than at that very moment. And there was a stirring in Pablo, a familiar feeling, not unwelcome, but interesting nonetheless.
"Pablo? Are you... dropping?" asked Will, spotting the huge penis beginning to fall from its sheath.
"I told you I love you, didn't I? I admit that I have had fantasies... involving the two of us..."
"Me, too!" exclaimed Will. "Only I never thought it would actually happen."
"Would you like it to happen?" Pablo asked.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Okay, then. Follow me."
Pablo led Will into the barn, where he immediately stripped down to his underwear. He opened the gate to Pablo's stall, letting him enter, and couldn't help but stare at the huge horsedick now swinging between his legs.
"Pablo? How are we going to..."
"Shh. That's not for some time. For now, I just want us to pleasure each other."
"Umm, okay!" said Will. Will approached Pablo's face, brought himself down to the big mouth, and kissed it fully, running his tongue over the horse's lips until they parted, allowing his tongue access to the caverns within. His own erection now throbbing, Will broke the kiss after what seemed an eternity and removed his boxers.
"You're not unimpressive yourself, kiddo," said Pablo, glancing downwards.
"Very funny, Pablo." Will's dick had never been impressive at a measly five and a half inches, but it got the job done well enough. As if to apologize, Pablo pushed Will against the wall of the stall and brought his face down to sniff Will's cock. He shuddered.
"A nice musk you have. I like that," said Pablo, a little shakily. And Pablo took the human's penis deep into his mouth so that Will could feel his hot breath on his pubis, and Pablo started sucking. Nothing in Will's wildest dreams could have prepared him for how it felt to get a blowjob from a horse. Within seconds, Will's balls began to tighten. He said, "Pablo... I'm getting ready to..."
"Shh. Let it happen," said Pablo without removing his mouth (one of the benefits of telepathic communication). Bobbing his head, Pablo ran his tongue up and down the shaft in his mouth as fast as he could, and he could hear Will's breath speed and eventually stop completely as a torrent of human cum came gushing out of the penis in his mouth. Spurt after spurt hit Pablo's tongue until Will was empty, gasping, and sweating.
Without a word, Will brought up the big horse's head to his own and kissed him, hard. Their tongues meeting, Pablo deposited a hefty load of Will's own cum into his mouth, and the two spit it back and forth until there was no flavor left at all. Spotting Pablo's now-throbbing erection, Will said, "Your turn now, stallion." He dropped down between the horse's legs and took the huge meat in his hands.
"Are you sure, Will?" asked Pablo. "You understand that when I flare..."
"I know all about horse cocks, Pablo. Now let me work." Will kissed the tip of the head gently, running his fingers all the way along the shaft until he came to the enormous balls at the end, and back up again. Pablo shuddered. Without warning, Will took as much of the cock into his mouth as he could, while plunging downwards with his hands to simulate a mare's vagina as well as he could. Pablo grunted audibly. He repeated the motion several more times until Pablo told him, "Watch out! I'm flaring!" The huge head of the horse's cock expanded in Will's throat, but he didn't mind, as he saw the stallion's balls retract up into his body and knew that his prize was within sight. Will pulled his mouth off of the penis until only the humongous head remained in his mouth, and pushed his tongue hard against the very tip, sending Pablo over the edge. Blast after blast of sweet horsecum splattered Will's throat and tongue, and Pablo tried his best to thrust into Will, but Will knew what to expect and kept him under control as his orgasm finally abated. Will backed off the cock with a huge slurp and got up to kiss Pablo again, again sharing the cum between the two of them.
"We need to do this again," gasped Pablo.
"Only if you want, love," said Will coyly. He finally swallowed what cum he could and scritched Pablo behind the ears.
Will now knew what he had to live for. And it was recovering from an orgasm right in front of him.
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An Understanding, Chapter 1 by habook2
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*A FUN WORK OUT*
By Leo Ja-Ju Sek
It was a warm March morning, when Champ had just entered the gym that he had been going to for years. Champ was a 17 year old Border Collie who was athletic and fun loving but he wasn't always that way. When he was 12 he was a little chubby in a cute way but he didn't like his body so he joined the gym when it opened, since then he as built him self up. He was now 5'10" at 195 pounds. He had a six pack and solid pecs. His arms and legs had a muscular build and he had Broad shoulders. Today he was wearing a tight pair of basket ball shorts that showed off his big package and a tight tank top that showed off his pecs and abs underneath.
He started his routine like he did everyday, first he did his warm ups which consisted of seventy five jumping jacks, forty push-ups, and a hundred crunches. Then he moved on to the punching bag and practiced boxing drills. After fifteen minuets he stopped and took off the boxing gloves. Next on his list was weight lifting. He walked over to the bench and applied 310 pounds to the barbell.
He lied down on the bench and griped the barbell. He took it off its rack and started to do his reps. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...10...11... he started to pant as his muscles flexed with each rep; out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a hyena eying him from across the room. She was around 5'6" and had the average body type of a girl. Her purple hair was down to her back, and she had beautiful green eyes. She had a typical fur coat with light brown fur and black spots. The fur around her chest and stomach was a tan color and she was wearing a pink sweat suit the hooded sweater only went halfway down her torso and the zipper was partial unzipped exposing her cleavage and chest fluff. She had abs but they were not that defined, and she was semi muscular. Everything about her seemed just right and this made Champ murr with lust. She stood there watching him the whole time as he finished his reps. He usually did 35 reps but he pushed himself to 70 just to impress her.
After he finished he began panting, he put the barbell back on the rack and sat up. He looked at the hyena and grinned, she was still standing in the same spot. He then got up and approached her, his heart pounding. "Hey beautiful;" he said to her. She slightly blushed and smile and replied "Hey there big boy seems like you got a good work out"
Champ grinned and flexed his right arm showing of his muscle definition; "Yeah I have worked out here since it opened... I'm Champ by the way."
"Well champ I'm Roxy"
"Very sexy name... so are you new here I haven't seen you around here."
"Yeah I am, I just moved here... so champ what is there to do around here."
"Well there is the gym, movie theater, the community pool, and me;" Champ said licking his lips slowly. Roxy blushed and looked away for a second then met Champ's gaze as she moved closer to him and whispered into his ear; "Well you sound like fun." He let out a soft chuckle as he stroked her cheek gently and whispered back; "Well why don't you follow me I can show you a good place where we could have some fun."
Champ gave Roxy one more look then walked off and flicked his tail as it began to swish happily; she followed him as Champ led her to the shower room. Each shower was its each individual stall giving them plenty of privacy; they walked into the first open one they saw. Roxy closed and locked the stall door behind them as he pressed her up against the wall and pressed his muzzle up against hers. She slowly melted into this as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body into hers. She opened her mouth slightly allowing champ to slither his tongue into her maw as he began to slowly explore her mouth savoring the flavor. She moaned slightly into his maw and slid her paws underneath his shirt as she began to rub his back; she then took her tongue and began to rub against Champ's. He lost himself growing deeper into the kiss, murring softly as she rubbed his back.
He took his paws and began to rub her bare stomach as he gradually slid them up under her shirt and began to fondle her left breast. They were c-cups and they fit perfectly in his hand as he gave them a soft gentle squeeze making sure not to be to rough. She moaned mumbled words into his mouth as she started to suck gently on his tongue and dig her claws into her back. Champ slid his hand from underneath her shirt and grabbed the zipper of her hoodie and slowly pulled it down as he pulled her off the wall still kissing her and removed her hoodie.
She then ended the kiss by gently nipping the bottom of his lips and looked at him shyly. She took her paws and tugged on his shirt as she lifted it up revealing champs godly torso. She gave one of his pecs a gentle kiss before removing his shirt entirely. Champ rubbed the side of her torso looking down at her as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. He slid his paws up behind her and started to work on unhooking her bra. After a few seconds of fondling he unfastened it and slowly slid it off her arms revealing her beautiful chest.
He took his paws and slowly massaged them before rubbing the areola. She moaned softly as he continued rubbing as he kissed her neck slowly moving his way down and kissing the top part of her tit. Slowly making his way down as he took his paw away and wrapped his around her lower back and began gently lick her nipple. Roxy let out a soft moan and patted Champ on the back of his head as he began gently sucking on the nipple.
"Oh...god champ your good with your tongue..."
Champ sucked it for a few more seconds before giving it another lick.
"Want to see what else it can do Rox?"
Roxy nodded and Champ grinned. He kissed her nipple as he slid his paws down her stomach and grabbed the waistband of her pink sweat pants. He looked up at her and smiled then looked back down licking his lips grinning with lust as he slowly pulled them down revealing her pussy.
"You don't wear panties?"
"I don't see the need for him;" she said with a wink.
Champ grinned and blushed as pulled her sweat pants down.
Roxy stepped out of them and sat down on the bench that was attached to the wall, Champ stepped towards her and began to kiss her again, rubbing up her thigh. She let out a murr as she grabbed his paw and placed it on her warm moist cunt, Champ murred louder then ever as he rubbed her vaginal lips. He ended the kiss and continued to rub as he took his fingers and began to rub in a circler motion around her clitoris. She let out a gentle moan as he got onto his knees and leaned into her crotch. The smell of her cunt making him lust for more as she spread her legs.
He pressed his lips up against her vaginal lips and stuck out his tongue, savoring the salty sweet flavor of the first lick. He then slowly and gently licked up her outer labia stopping for a few seconds when he reached her clitoris; he paused for a few seconds and let his tongue flicker over it, this made Roxy blush and moan so he repeated the same motion for a few minuets. He then began to lick up the vaginal lips this time when he reached the clit he gently pressed his lips around it and sucked on it gently for a few seconds. He continued this motion and began to move his tongue between the inner and outer labia making Rox gasp with pleasure as she gripped the edge of the bench. After he sucked her clitoris a few more times he took his thumbs and spread her pussy and calmly squirmed his tongue around the area.
Champ slid is tongue inside her vaginal entrance and thrusted is tongue in and out of her returning to stimulate her clitoris every now and again. He leisurely explored her vaginal walls sliding his tongue up against her g-spot making her squeal in pleasure. She then pushed champ deep inside her moaning loudly as he continued to work on her g-spot.
"Oh..god champ your good at this... I...I'm ge...getting close, ohhh faster...C.C..Champ;" She said still pushing his face into her.
Champ started to lick the spongy surface of the G-spot even faster as he felt some fluid leak out. She let out a loud howl as she began to reach her climax and squirted into his maw. Champ murred softly swallowing the tangy, sweet fluid with delight. He retracted his tongue from within her and gave her wet pussy one last lick. She then patted him on the head. Champ then stood up as Roxy smiled and said: "Its my turn now." She smiled and sat up as she grabbed him by the waistband of his basketball shorts and pulled him closer.
Roxy took a paw and rubbed down the bulge murring lustfully as she pulled his pants down to his ankle and exposed his nine inch canine cock. She garbed the base of and brought the tip to her lips and licked it slowly tilting her head slightly to left as she inserted it and began to suck gently on the head.
Champ bent forward a little bit pressing his paws against the wall as he felt the warm wet moisture of her tongue around the tip of his cock. She inserted a few inches of his shaft and began to gently massage the shaft with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around his dick as a few drips of pre leaked from his member. She slowly bobbed her head as she played gently with his orbs rubbing them in her soft hands. Champ let out lustful sighs of pleasure as he licked his lips and nodded his head.
"T..thats a good girl... o baby"
She let out a soft murr as she happily sucked, and she slipped her paws behind him and pulled him in closer and began to deep throat his cock engulfing nearly several inches of his cock. Champ blushed and patted her head as he gently tugged on her hair.
Roxy slipped one of her paws between Champs cheeks and inserted a pinky inside his tailhole and squirmed it around making Champ yip and moan happily as he swished his tail. She continued bobbing her head and sucking on it as Champ began to thrust his shaft sliding across her tongue as Champ murred with delight. With a few final thrust he came into her maw with his warm thick seed. She swallowed the load and took her finger out of Champ as Champ took his cock out of her maw leaving a string of saliva from her maw to his tip. Rox stood up and embraced Champ with a warm hug.
The two then made out for a few minuets and got dressed, they both exited the shower stall and met up in the parking long. Champ hugged her one last time.
"You were wonderful Rox"
Roxy smiled at him and blushed as she replied; "Same with you, that was a great work out."
The two giggled and Roxy handed him a folded piece of paper, as she waved goodbye and got into her car; she then drove off.
Champ then got into his car and turned it on still holding the paper. He took it and unfolded it. It read
"1-617-554-4349 " With lipstick kiss on the bottom. Champ thought to himself this could be the beginning of something good...
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"Some-fur has to operate the controls, from up here," Advance said. They were in the control room (of the tea factory). "And some fur has to lure Mandy out into the brewing area ... and another fur has to ... wield the electrical plug. And stick her with the discharge."
"I'll do that," said Audrey. "That last part," she added.
"You will not," Peregrine countered.
"Perry ... "
"I'll be Mandy's ... lure," whispered Advance. "You two ... Peregrine, you can operate the controls," he told his fellow mouse.
"But ... "
" ... darling ... I'll be fine," said Audrey.
"But ... " A sigh. A little nod. "Alright ... " Though his eyes darted with worry. And his heart was at a scurry-scurry.
It was mid-morning, and ... Mandy wasn't here yet. But she would be. Soon. And the three furs were working over their plan (one final time). Feeling rushed. Their voices at a hush.
The lights in the room were dim, and the windows that covered one wall ... looked out on the floor below, which was ... sparse.
"We should, uh ... get into place," said Advance, whiskers twitching. The pinon mouse ... his large ears swiveling. A bit hot. He was nervous. Being alone with Mandy (again), and ... worried that, if they failed ... what would the retribution be?
Consequences would result ... no matter the outcome.
But, oh, how much worse they would be ...
... if this failed.
And the pinon mouse ... filtered to the door. Paused. Looked to them. And nodded. And slipped out. Into the hallway, and ... going to where the lobby was. Where he would intercept Mandy, the cheetah ... when she arrived.
Peregrine and Audrey were left alone in the control room.
"Well," Peregrine whispered. "I, uh ... "
"I'll be fine ... "
"Let me do it."
"Wielding the electrical plug? Perry ... it's dangerous."
"Which is why I should be doing it. I'm ... I'm the male, right? I'm supposed to protect you, right?"
"You're also a mouse."
"So?" He twitched.
"Darling ... when Mandy lunges at you, claws extended, teeth bared ... you'll panic. That's no fault of your own. That's ... no detriment to you. But ... I'm a skunk. I'm neither predator OR prey ... I can face her. I can look her in the eyes. I don't doubt your courage, and your will ... or your intent, but you know ... that of the three of us involved in this, I'm the one best-suited to attack a cheetah."
Peregrine swallowed, looking to the floor. Nodding slightly. "I guess ... a mouse versus a cheetah would be ... does sound like a bad idea, huh?"
"I'll be fine, Perry ... " The skunk put her paw underneath his chin. Lifting his gaze a bit. So she could see his grey eyes. "Mm?" She smiled warmly. Softly.
And he had to smile back. Just had to ... oh, what she could do to him, and ... oh, his heart. It was careening out of control. More and more in love with her. Closer and closer to her. Figuring out, by the hour, much she meant. How much she was worth. A few days ago, he'd been worried about ... staying in one place. Worried that, out of fear, he would scurry away. Would lose her. But, now, he was feeling ... such a sensation of need. Dependence.
He was addicted to her.
She leaned forward. Put a kiss on his cheek. Another, closer to his lips. And then ... his lips, exactly. Spot on ... sweet, soft ... succulent. Muzzle to muzzle, tilted, and ... drawing back. And she swallowed, licking her own lips (quietly).
"I love you," he told her. He'd always been afraid to say those words ... out loud. For fear of rejection. For fear of ... he didn't even know. Fear. Those words were powerful. Were strong. To speak them was to deal with heavy, committed things. And ... but he no longer feared them. Or maybe he did. But he wasn't going to let it stop him. So, he said (again), "I love you ... Audrey ... and ... " He cleared his throat, flushing, his ears turning a rosier pink. "When this is over, and this town is free of this conspiracy, I just ... when all the fear is gone, I'll ... I want it ... " He trailed. He didn't know what he was trying to say. He just wanted to say SOMETHING. Felt he needed to say something. But ... the words ...
"I know," was her response. "We'll let our hearts go wild ... unfettered. Unchained. We'll frolic in the light."
A smile. "Mm ... something like that, I guess." He padded a single step forward, leaning his head against hers. Nuzzling her with his twitching, sniffing nose. Getting her silky scent. "Tonight," she promised, "we'll celebrate ... mm ... "
"Yeah?" he whispered, breathing deep. Sighing ...
"Yeah ... and the sort of celebration I have in mind requires ... that we both be in attendance, so you stay safe," she said. "And I will, too. I love you, too, Perry ... " A squeeze of his paw. A lingering, and ... she pulled away, opening the door.
"What should I do?" he asked of her. Not knowing why he asked it, and what he even meant ... by it. What should he do about his fear, or ... the worry, or ... being left alone in the control room? To pass the anxious minutes?
"Pray," she whispered. "And think of me ... " Her eyes glinted, and her smile was ... so full of life. Like him, a battered fur. A simple fur. Who'd lived a hard-earned prairie life. And was now on the cusp of feeling that ... emotional healing ...
... was here.
Joy ... was here.
Just a few paw-steps away.
All they had to do was ... own the day.
Their time was now.
Mandy slipped inside the front door. Silky. Smooth. As was her way. She moved with a confidence built on control. Control of herself (and her own abilities). And control of others. She craved control. It was why she was so addicted to this Conspiracy, and why ... she was seeking to run it. Seeking the thrill, the ... " ... morning," said Advance. Quietly. Not meeting her eyes. He couldn't. Not after what she'd done to him, and ... how he'd been so weak, and ...
" ... good morning to you, too. Mm ... isn't it, though?"
"Mm?"
"A good morning," the cheetah purred, taking a step around him. Padding in a slow circle around him. Looking him over. "Like something," she whispered, "the cat dragged in." A pause. A fierce, golden gaze. "We'll have to do something about that."
"Well, I ... "
"Groom your fur." She put her paws on his side. Patted him. Smoothed his fur, and ... tugged at his clothing. "Mm ... " She seemed distracted, her pupils dilating. As if she was analytically dissecting her prey.
"I, uh ... the tea," managed Advance, feeling chills. Trying to step away. "The tea ... I want to give you a proper tour of the brewing floor."
"You already did that."
"But I, uh, the ... I found a way to more effectively," he said, "mix the mind agent ... made it more soluble. I mixed a batch."
"When?" She titled her head. Her black spots seemed to be like black holes. Don't start at her fur ... or you'd get hypnotized.
"This morning."
"I didn't authorize you to brew anything yet ... "
"I wanted it ready for you."
"Why?" She put her paws on his chest. Pushed him to the wall. Teeth showing. "Answer me, mouse ... "
"I ... I ... thought it would please you ... "
"I am in control here. I tell you when to ... "
" ... to control me. I'll drink it. You can control me," he squeaked, writhing. Trying to get away.
The cheetah paused. Leaned back, relaxing. Intrigued. "Really ... " She tilted her head. Eyed him. "Why?"
"I ... thought it would ... please you," he repeated, twitching. Speaking erratically.
A slow smile spread across her lips. "You like being dominated?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Well, of course, you do ... you're a rodent. You're prey. Still ... that you would be the first to test the contaminated tea ... such loyalty," she purred. "I didn't think you had it in you."
And he didn't. And he was hoping she didn't recognize that ... hoping she would buy into this, as she was doing. Stay with it, stay with it ...
"Alright. Lead me to it."
Advance started to scurry off, squeaking, nearly tripping ...
... as her paw crushed his tail in a steely grip. "Walk," she advised, "where I can see you." Where she could pounce him ... if she needed to. Within striking distance. She wanted him to stay within striking distance. "Keep your backside to me ... now, move," she yanked his tail.
"Ow," he yelped. Feeling a sharp pain ...
And she let go of the tail, shoving his back ...
... and he stumbled forward, submissively leading her to the brewing floor. The main part of the factory. Through the doors, and into the open ... near the big vats of tea. Near all the equipment. Where the raspberry flavoring was mixed in, and ...
... above, in the control room, Peregrine, who'd been pacing back and forth, back and forth, unable to calm down, glanced out the windows.
There!
Advance came into view. Shaking ... scared ...
... and Mandy right behind him. Taller. Stronger. A lithe huntress. A robot. More than a match for the three of them combined.
But no match for the elements. For electricity.
Perry eyed the controls. What ... which button ... and he froze. Eyes widening, whiskers twitching. He squeaked ... button, button ... which button!
Calm down, calm down ...
... think, think, think ...
... blue! Blue one. Sky-blue ... button.
He swallowed and pressed it, and ... heard a hum. And saw the indicator light turn on ... full power.
The vats began to stir. Began to purr ...
... like how Mandy purred. "Mm ... the sound of progress."
"Over here," Advance said. Pointing to a small set of steps. "We can ladle some ... I'll drink it."
"You've being cooperative," noted Mandy. With more than a hint of suspicion in her voice.
Advance took a step forward.
"You smell ... you've been around other furs."
"I'm not allowed to have friends?" he asked.
"No, no ... I smell other furs ... " She froze, nose to the air. "A ... "
" ... skunk?"
Mandy whirled.
Audrey, electrical plug in paw ... three-pronged head to the cord, and ... all she had to do was stab it into Mandy's fur. And the volts would flow. The discharge would kick back ... maybe shock Audrey a bit, too, but ... no, the brunt would go into the cheetah.
"A skunk," spat Mandy. Saying the word "skunk" as if it were a curse word.
Audrey padded forward.
Advance backed away, scurrying round the corner of the biggest tea vat.
Mandy turned to glimpse the fleeing mouse ... " ... coward!" she hissed. "You're not ... getting away," she huffed, her rage flaring. Her predatory instincts coming into full swing. "You're my toy, mouse. You're my ... prey."
Audrey padded closer, preparing to lunge, but ...
... Mandy growled and lunged first, without even looking in Audrey's direction. Hitting the skunk's stomach, breasts ... knocking her down, sending the corn flying like a lost rope. The end of it sizzling.
The cheetah swung a fisted paw at the skunk ...
... who twisted out of the way.
Mandy's paw punched the floor. She yelped ... hissed, and ...
" ... Advance ... g-get out!" Audrey yelled.
"B-but ... "
"Just go ... " It wasn't like the mouse was contributing to this fight in any way (as frozen with fear as he was), and ... what Audrey had in mind ... " ... go ... " A foot-paw kicking, from the ground, at Mandy's shin.
The cheetah, lithe, nimble, twisted ... and raked her claws at the skunk's arm. Slicing through the fur and to the flesh, and drawing bright-red blood ... which matted the black fur. Dark red on black, and ...
... the skunk's tail flickered. Flickered.
The cheetah ignored what was intended as a natural warning sign ... and clawed again ...
... as Audrey crawled away, on all fours, tail raised and flickering. The white stripes showing like snowy marks against the night-black. Tail arched. Flickering.
"Opening your flank to attack ... skunk ... you ... " Mandy froze. Suddenly getting it. Suddenly realizing what she was dealing with. What she was facing, and turning ...
... too late. Turning to run ... too late.
Audrey's glands released the spray. The molecules quickly disseminating in the air, and ...
... the cheetah howled, hissed, and ... gagged, shaking, blindly trying to attack Audrey (in spite of this).
And the skunk, unaffected by her own weapon, calmly got to her foot-paws, nursing her bloodied arm, and ... grabbing the fallen electrical cord with her good paw. Picking it up.
The cheetah, with each breath, sucked in the scent ... which was the most unreal thing ... she'd ever been assaulted with. Incapacitating. She couldn't think, couldn't ... she just shivered, coughing ...
... and Audrey hesitated. She was a kind fur. She was rough and tumble. Was rural. Knew about life and death, but she'd never ...
" ... killed anything? The fur caught between worlds ... where does your allegiance lie? If you kill me," Mandy gasped horribly, "you're a predator. If you don't, you're as weak as prey ... either way, you're lost."
"No ... no, you're the one, Mandy, who's lost. That's lost. You ... have lost," Audrey said quietly, "this time."
"There are more of me. I'll be replaced by another ... " Cough ... sickly coughs. The skunk spray still hovering in the air. In her nostrils. Sticking to her fur and clothes. (And the two mice, Peregrine and Advance, even from the control room, behind the windows ... where they now were ... even THEY could smell it, and ... their noses wrinkled and twitched, and they eyes watered from it ... but they were only getting a trace ... Mandy had gotten the full brunt.)
"Mandy, if there are more of you ... advise them to steer clear of Sheridan, Wyoming. And maybe you'll be smart enough not to mess with a skunk. We may be pretty," Audrey taunted. "We may be silky, sensual ... furs. But we can be as gritty as the rest of them. Do NOT," Audrey growled, "hurt mice ... and do NOT ... push my buttons."
"You're a fucking ... "
STAB! Stabbing Mandy with the electrical cord, and ...
... shriek! Howl!
And the resulting electrical discharge overloaded her circuits. Fried her, and ... she lay limp. Defeated. Done.
And Audrey let out a deep breath, taking a step backward. Breathing, swallowing ... a bit shaky. And she looked up at the control room window. And sighed, and ... offered a weak smile. Still nursing her own bloodied arm, and ... tail still raised (in defensive position).
Peregrine's worried, caring eyes ... no longer distant, no longer glazed over from fear ... they met hers. And held that gaze.
"I'll come up to you," she mouthed. "Better yet ... outside."
His eyes raised.
"Outside," she mouthed quietly ...
... and Peregrine nodded.
And a minute later, the three of them were outside. In the mid-morning sun. In the blue, hearing the birdsongs, and ... seeing the greenery of the waving trees.
Oh, but there was a breeze!
"Your, uh ... your factory's gonna have to be shut down for a few days," Audrey said sheepishly. Apologizing. "That's how long it'll take for the scent to go away."
Advance nodded ... and smiled with relief. "It's okay. I mean ... after this, I need a rest, and ... when the other prey in town here about this, they'll ... we'll have our town back. They can't control us anymore. Guard trolleys or not. We'll find a way to ... liberate this town, too."
A slight giggle at the pinon mouse's enthusiasm ... and she looked to her mate. And ... held her breath. "Perry," she whispered.
The mouse threw his arms around her. Eyes watering. "Mm ... I, uh ... you were remarkable!" He beamed and pulled back, eyes welling. "You were ... grace and poise and ... strength. I never could've done that," he admitted. A giggle, eyes darting. "I, uh ... I know, now, why you needed to be the one to attack her. I, uh ... couldn't have hit her with your arsenal."
A chuckle. Her arm hurting, throbbing, the gash healing ... blood drying on her fur, but ... the bleeding had stopped. She would be okay. "We both need a shower ... badly ... "
A sigh ... and a look at her arm. A look of concern.
"It's sore, but ... it'll be fine. Just need a few days' rest, is all ... "
"I'll be your medicine," Peregrine promised. The mouse named for a falcon. Showing such empathy. Such emotion. Finally unfrozen.
And the skunk hugged her mate ... and kissed him on the cheek. A sloppy, sighing kiss.
And Advance watched, blushing ...
... as the sun rained down on them. Absorbing into their fur. Casting them all in such a hopeful glow.
Faith, hope, and love. Now, in this light, in this ... victory ...
... all of them could grow.
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*Thanks to Chloe for initiating this story theme. I enjoyed the challenge of writing for it and I hope you enjoy reading the result. Please leave a comment if you'd like to, because I really appreciate reading them.
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.*
"Well, fuck this. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. Ughh. Fuckity fuck."
Two sodden, useless bags slide to the ground and lounge around my feet like sorry dogs. I stab them with my best hard stare. One slumps even further and a green pepper, no make that a 'capsicum' since that's what it's called here, falls onto the greasy concrete and wobbles as if having a good old laugh at me.
"Fuck!"
And that's my last statement on the matter. It's been a shit day. Totally, utterly shit. Mum called me this morning to rant at me about my thieving brother, like I can do anything about it. Not. Nothing went right at work either, unless delivering the news of a twenty per cent overspend to a new client can be counted as good. And now this torrential rain has caught me on my way back from the shops. I'm soaked to the skin and both paper bags have pretty much disintegrated.
I peer out at the street. I've never seen or heard rain like it. The traffic, normally an unstoppable procession, has come to an almost complete standstill. The sound of the rain on the awning over my head is thunderous.
"You're English."
I bite back a shriek, turning round to locate the source of the voice. I thought I was all alone here, but no. There, leaning against the pawn shop window, is a tall-ish bloke, all limbs and wild hair.
"I'm what? What?"
"Sorry. Didn't mean to make you jump," in a laconic voice. "I'm guessing you didn't see me standing here?"
"No. I didn't."
I stare at him. Almost as hard a stare as I gave the shopping bags just now. It doesn't appear to have much effect. He doesn't wither to dust or explode into smithereens. In fact he seems to return it with interest. It's my skin that's burning up.
"What's a game of soldiers? Never heard a that."
"A what?" I frown at him, then get it. "Oh. That. It's just a sweary thing."
"A sweary thing?"
Is he making fun of me?
"Yeah, you know. It means... well, it's just a way of saying you're fed up with the, um, the situation."
He's definitely cracking a smile. I frown harder.
"That's a new one on me," he grins.
I blow my breath out. He's got that lithe, feral look they have around here. Of someone who's spent as much of their childhood in the water as on land. Long muscles. Loose strides. Barefoot most of the time, eschewing the difference between beach and pavement. And very green eyes. Well ok, the eyes are particular to this one here.
"It's what my dad used to say. He was a squaddie. Most of what he said came from the army one way or the other."
Why am I explaining myself? I bend to pick up the errant pepper and hold it in my hand as I straighten up, feeling his eyes on me.
"Got far to go with that?"
He points to my shopping spilling out of the soggy, split bags at my feet.
"No, not really. But it was pelting down and the bags sort of disintegrated a bit."
He nods. Turns his eyes to the rain sheeting down from the awning all around us.
"It'll ease off in a few minutes."
I contemplate the view, dubious about his prognosis. It's my fourth week here but my first rainfall, so what do I know?
"Is this how it always rains here?"
"You're from England?"
He's moved closer.
"Yes. That must be obvious?"
He raises both hands. A gesture of surrender. Maybe I need to wind my neck in a bit. It's not his fault.
"Sorry. Bit of a shit day if you know what I mean. This has just been the icing on the cake."
I gesture at the rain, noticing the green pepper still in my hand. Something that finally makes me smile.
"Icing on the cake?"
His face is creased in a big grin again.
"Yeah. That."
He nods. We stand looking out at the road. Maybe the rain is letting up. Just a bit. I glance at him, trying not to turn my head and be obvious about it. Two tattoos that I can see. Hair of a length my dad would tut at. Dark shorts and t-shirt. Wet all over. No shoes. Green eyes.
His face splits into another grin and I feel busted.
"Right," he says in that way that's between a statement and a question. And bends to pick up one of my bags, the black waistband of his underwear peeking out, 'BONDS' emblazoned across his hips in big white letters. He stands, hitching up his shorts.
Just like that, it's stopped raining. As if someone's turned the tap off upstairs. The traffic is moving again. Rivers of water sluice along the gutters. Confused, I put out a hand, but he's already wrestled one of the bags into his arms.
"I'll take this. You can't carry them both."
I hesitate. And then -- fuck it -- if he's a psychopath, so what. It'll just prove I shouldn't have got out of bed this morning. Or tramped halfway around the world, come to that. As I pick up the other bag he says, "I'll follow you," and I shiver.
He doesn't follow me, exactly, but walks next to me. We don't say much. I worry about taking him up to the door, dire 'stranger danger' stuff swirling around in my guts, but reason that there are six flats in the building, so maybe it's not so bad? I'm on the top floor too, so he'd have to work his way through at least four other flats before he got to mine. I imagine that the desperate screams from the neighbours would alert me to his murderous rampage and give me time to jump off the balcony to save myself? Maybe.
"Hey, buddy." A white truck pulls alongside us, a darker-haired version of Green Eyes sticking his head out of the window. "Long time."
"Hey Mike. How're you going?" Green Eyes slows down. Comes to a stop at the kerb.
"Yeah, good. You get caught in the rain?"
"Does it look like it much?"
They both laugh easily. They know each other. I relax a tiny bit. Surely murdering psychopaths don't have friends they laugh with like that?
"Wanna call me later? I could use your advice on a couple a things?" sliding his eyes to me. "Hey."
"Hi," I respond, not sure if I want to introduce myself or not.
"Sure. After nine tonight?" Green Eyes offers.
"Too easy."
A plan agreed, we all move off and away. It's just starting to rain again, more lightly this time, as we reach my building.
"Here?"
I nod.
"Need help from here, or --?"
"Oh I'm fine from here, thank you."
He puts the bag down on top of the mailboxes.
"Thanks for helping me."
"Yeah no worries."
There's an awkward moment where neither of us moves. My skin prickles.
"See you around."
And with that, he walks off, back towards the main road. I watch him until he reaches the corner. Then hurry inside, not wanting to be caught looking. As if he'd look back anyway.
It's only when I see myself in the bathroom mirror I realise my wet shirt is almost completely transparent. I squeeze my eyes tight and sigh, mum's voice banging in my ears; "Just be careful out there. You don't know the rules, Marie. Different rules in different countries, so you be on your guard." Rules. Yeah -- that's my family. All rules and no discipline.
"Hello again."
I look up and raise my hand to shade my eyes against the setting sun. It's him. Standing in front of me, a board under his arm, dripping ocean water from his lean frame.
"Oh! Hi!"
"Better weather today." His face cracks into that wide grin.
"Yes. Beautiful actually. It's like the rain scrubbed everything clean and shiny."
I stop. Embarrassed.
"Yeah right."
He's still grinning, but not like he's laughing at me. I dig my toes into the sand. Water bubbles around them.
"Taking a walk?"
I nod. Except I wasn't. I'd come to a standstill, staring out at the horizon. Which I'm sure he must have seen. I tighten my grip on the shoes I'm carrying in my hand.
"I'm still getting used to the idea of being able to walk on the beach every day."
"Yeah? I've seen you along here before. It's a special place eh?"
I nod again, feeling the tension working into my gut.
"You working around here?"
"Um, yes. For a friend of mine. She runs her own business."
"Yeah?"
He's turned around to walk alongside me. We kick through the edge of the surf into the low sunlight.
"One of her employees has gone travelling for a year, so I'm filling in for her."
"Sweet as."
"I hope so. At least this week has been better than last week. Sorry about that. You saw me at a bad time."
I sneak a look at him.
"You're alright. We all have shitty days," green eyes suddenly glimmering.
I smile back.
"So, do you work around here too?"
"At the Surf Club. Have you been? You need to know someone who's a member to get you in."
He's pointing at the place that overlooks the beach. Big blue umbrellas and glass balustrades.
"It must have a great view."
"You should come in one night after work. Give them my name at the door and they'll let you in."
I breathe in.
"I'm there most nights except Sundays," he offers, squinting at me.
"Oh. Um, ok, maybe -- yes. One evening, maybe."
God, could I sound more nervous?
"I'd like that. Bring your mate, if ya like."
He slows. Swaps the board to his other arm and offers his hand out.
"Ask for me. Noah."
"Noah?"
He nods. "Noah Holland. And you?"
"Marie. Marie Cooper."
His hand is firm and warm.
"Awesome, Marie Cooper. Gotta run, but see you later."
He turns. I watch him padding down the beach in his black wetsuit. An easy gait. Nice hips. And want to sink into the sand when he turns back, grins, lifting his hand in salute.
"Come on, let's go. Why not? We have to celebrate getting this new project somehow. The Surf Club sounds as good a place as any, especially if you can get us in, Marie."
The look on Lisa's face is all too familiar. She's set her mind to something and nothing is going to derail it. As soon as I'd begun to tell her about meeting Noah I'd regretted it. The sparkle in her eyes was enough to warn me she was much too thrilled about it. Ever since getting me here, she's been on at me to start dating again.
"And I'd get to cast my expert eye over this Noah Holland candidate."
She licks her lips and winks. I'm forced to laugh.
'You're the worst, Lisa."
"Haha. You wouldn't have me any other way, admit it."
We're still laughing as we cross the road and climb the steps up to the club.
"Noah? Ah, yeah. Just a minute."
I watch the woman at the desk pick up the phone and mess about with some papers in front of her. Lisa taps her fingers, impatient. I swallow. What if he was just a mad fraud?
"Hey hi!"
He strolls out of a door to our right, looking a bit less wild. At least, his hair looks as though it might have seen a comb today, and he's wearing more formal clothes than I've seen him in so far. So far? What am I thinking?
"Um, hello. I -- um -- we -- uh, this is Lisa." I point at Lisa in desperation.
"Good to meet you, Lisa. And to see you again Marie Cooper. I'll show you round," his mouth kicks up at one side.
He walks us through the bar and restaurant out onto the terrace. Hitches at the waistband of his khakis. I have to move out of Lisa's range to stop her from jabbing me in the ribs.
"Oh wow. The view is amazing."
He turns to face me.
"Yeah, pretty nice hey?"
For some reason my body heat starts to spike. I look down at my toes but he's still watching me when I raise my head. As if he's studying me. I start to hum under my breath, searching for something to say. Anything.
"Did you come for a drink, or you eating here too?"
Still nothing. Lisa jumps to my rescue.
"Drinks. We're celebrating."
"Yeah?"
His eyes flick to her, then back.
"The bar, then."
We follow him back inside where he steps behind the bar and pours us both a large glass of sauvignon blanc.
"Cheers," he pushes the glass towards my hand.
"Join us?"
That's Lisa.
"Nah, you're alright. Long night ahead."
We raise our glasses, awkwardly. He's still smiling as we weave our way back to the terrace for the last few moments of the day. I pull on my sweatshirt, feeling the chill as the sun sinks low. We watch in silence.
"I can't get enough of these sunsets, Lisa."
We clink glasses.
"The colours are amazing. I've never seen such perfect baby blues and pinks together in one sky."
"I'm thrilled, Marie. I know you weren't completely convinced you were going to like it here, you're such a townie. But there's something special about living so close to the ocean."
"I think I'm beginning to see that."
"And this is our winter. Bit different to winter in grey old London, isn't it?"
"Definitely. I can't imagine what the summer is going to be like."
I sit back.
"So, he's cute enough to turn a queer girl straight. Especially with a bum like that."
I cough.
"Lisa, honestly?"
She's smirking over her wine glass.
"What? Marie come on! I'm not saying anything you don't already know. I see how you look at him. If your eyes could dance, they would." She takes a sip. "And so would his. He likes you."
I make some noises of protest, but acknowledge it's more an effort to shout down my own hopes than anything else. What if Lisa's wrong?
"See you again. Down on the beach, maybe?"
His words roll around my head, lying here in the dark. Were they a promise, or just a casual way of saying goodnight?
I'm too restless to sleep. Too much wine and not enough food, for one thing. Memories of his hands uncorking the wine bottle, holding out the glass for me, the slightest touch of our fingers, for another.
I kick my legs out of bed and stand at the window. It's not that the moon is upside down here so much as sideways. It's a constant, if beautiful, reminder of how far I am from home. I choke down the tears that suddenly rise up in me. Definitely too much wine. And a hot mess of other stuff, all of it I've been trying to put behind me. Marginally psychotic parents. A brother on his way into prison, by the looks of it. A pathetic end to a disastrous relationship. The usual. Everyone has their burdens to carry, don't they?
It's been windy all day and this, plus the amount of wine consumed last night, have blessed me with a mammoth headache. But now I'm on the beach exposed to the full blast of it, it's clearing my head. I curl my toes into the sand, watching it suck and sink around my feet. Hypnotised by the overlapping patterns made by the sand, the water and the bubbles.
A huge dog races into view, tongue out and eyes wild.
I take a step back. Nearly stumble.
"Cassie! Come here!"
"Oh, it's you."
"Good to see you too, Marie."
I suck at my lip.
"She won't hurt you, she's a big softie" he smiles. "Not a fan of dogs?"
His eyes squint at me as he pulls at the dog's collar, holding her close to him. The wind is whipping his hair all around but he pays that no attention.
"Is she yours?"
"Nah. My boss's. I'm taking her out while he's dropping his kids off."
"Mm. Where I come from dogs like that roam in packs for safety."
Another awkward pause.
I look away. Then down.
"Do you ever wear shoes?"
He laughs; a sharp bark of a noise. Cassie the dog gives him an adoring look.
"Not often. And never on the beach."
"Oh. I guess I'm just marking myself out as a complete foreigner."
He shrugs.
"Come for a drink later? I can get off work early for doing this favour for my boss. If you want?"
He pauses.
"Bring Lisa too, if you'd like."
"To the Surf Club?"
"No. I spend enough time there as it is. Do you know where Vinny's is?"
I nod. It's on my way home. He must know that.
"Eight thirty good?"
"Um, yes. Eight thirty."
"Come hungry. They make the best burgers on the Gold Coast."
"Ok." I grin like stupid.
He nods. Lets go of Cassie's collar and she races directly into the sea, barking at the waves.
"Later then."
He's standing at the bar, his back to the door. In jeans. They make his legs look even longer. And -- yes -- shoes. Vans, I think. Skater shoes anyway. And a long-sleeved shirt. Lisa was right about his bum. I suck at my lip. See the girl behind the bar tip her chin in my direction and watch as he turns around. Pushes himself off the bar.
"Hey Marie. You came on your own?" his eyes scoping around me.
"I did. I've been here before and know there's more than one exit, so I reckoned I'd be safe to come by myself. Plus it's a busy place. Lots of witnesses," I deadpan.
"Sure. Can't be too careful?" A glint of a smile.
"Right."
I look around. Our table has a view of the entire place. Probably even a peek of the ocean in daylight.
"I suppose you know everyone here?"
"That work here? Yeah. Bit of an occupational hazard, being in the same business in a small town like this."
"Is that how we got the best table in the place?"
"Probably."
He smiles. I look down at the menu, unsure if I can take his gaze.
"What are ya having?" he asks.
"I thought this was where the burgers were to die for, or did I get that wrong?"
He laughs. I press my knees together under the table.
"So, Marie Cooper, what's brought you all the way out here to Queensland's finest? Broken home, broken relationship or an offer from the criminal courts you couldn't refuse?"
"Well, Noah Holland, since you're asking, it's probably a combination of all three. Although it's my brother who's in trouble with the law, not me as such. But it sure makes the other side of the world an attractive option right now."
He sits back in the chair, his shirt tightening over his chest.
"Guess I touched a nerve," he says after a few seconds of contemplating the look on my face.
I shrug. "S'ok. It's just the average family story where I'm from."
"And where's that?"
"East London. Hackney. It was a right shit-hole when I was growing up. They tarted it up for the Olympics. Makes it look prettier in the rear view mirror but it's still best experienced only in the rear view mirror, if you know what I mean?"
He's laughing. Really laughing.
"I think I do. Not planning on going back there, then?"
"Not if I can help it. I mean, I'd managed to move away before coming here, to a better area of London. But this is definitely a substantial upgrade. Sun, sea, surf and fewer dirty syringes per square mile."
"Life is good here, eh? Although I'm not sure about the syringes. Have you noticed the clinic down on Fifth Avenue?"
We slipstream into an easy evening together. The burgers live up to their billing. He makes me laugh too, his eyes lighting up whenever I have to put my food back on the plate to catch my breath. It's a million miles away from the miserably stilted dates I'd put myself through back home. And even further away from the weird rituals of a night out with Alex.
He walks me home. The streets are pretty dark here. I'm so used to city life I forget that night time isn't the colour of sodium orange everywhere. But it's not the dark I'm thinking about. It's his proximity. Hints of his smell and the slightest brush of his arm against mine as we walk. I can hardly think of anything else and marvel at my ability to put one foot in front of the other without tumbling into the gutter.
"Thanks for inviting me out," I begin, pulling the door key out of my pocket. "Dinner was -- "
His face is suddenly close. My pulse jacks up and I put my hand out, scrabbling to grab onto the doorframe. For a horrible moment I think he might be having second thoughts, his eyes seem so cool. The feathery touch of his fingertip under my chin confuses me and I lift my face in surprise. The first impression of his mouth is soft. A burst of electricity. I'm sure he reacts to my sudden intake of breath, two fingers caressing the delicate underside of my throat now, tempting me closer. He presses against me a little more firmly. My head swims. As kisses go, this is right up there. I run my hands around his neck. He pulls away, but not far.
"That was nice. Inviting you out was the easy bit. This -- this took more courage. I wasn't sure you wanted it."
I'm so surprised by his honesty I don't know what to say. His face splits into another grin. I don't think I've been kissed by someone smiling so broadly as he is. He pecks and sucks at my mouth. Playful. How did I not know until now what a turnn playful can be? His thigh pushes in-between my legs, his hand on my back pressing me into him as he bends down to my mouth. Still soft but more insistent. And then he lets go. An abrupt abandonment that leaves me bereft.
"Goodnight Marie. I'll see you around."
"How?" Almost a wail. God, how embarrassing.
"You walk the beach between four and five most days, right?"
I nod dumbly. And watch as he raises his hand, then turns away.
"Night, Noah."
He acknowledges me with another wave before turning the corner out of sight. I slump against the front door until a surge of adrenalin bolts through me and I'm giggling like a madwoman as I climb the stairs.
"What are these?" I ask, picking up an unfeasibly bright green pod eddying in the water around us.
He scoops it up out of my palm.
"It's a mangrove seed pod. They wash up all along this coast. Good colour, aren't they?"
"And so many of them."
"Yeah. They're all over this area."
"It's so exotic. To me, anyway."
"No mangroves in Hackney then?"
"What do you think?"
"Ow! So sharp."
I tut at him and then regret it. I'm about to apologise but he's already talking again.
"Have you been over the other side of the headland yet?" gesturing at the view in front of us.
"No. Not yet."
"How about Saturday morning? I don't have to be at the club until midday. We could go early?"
I nod. "I'd like that."
"Great. I'll pick you up around eight. We could have breakfast? There's a good place out that way we can stop at."
"Ok."
He reaches out to tug at my hand.
"We can walk a long way out here. It's really shallow, see?"
I look in the direction of his other outstretched hand, at the people jumping waves in the distance. I follow his lead as we weave our way across narrow streams of seawater and wide banks of sand, further and further away from the shore, my stride slightly constricted by the office dress I'm wearing.
"I'm not really dressed for the beach," I mutter.
"And yet you walk it every day dressed like it."
"It's all I have!" I protest even though what he says is fair comment.
I packed mostly work clothes and only a few concessions to beach life when I came here, and have found my style to be sorely out of step. It seems like shorts and t-shirts are acceptable in almost any work situation. The programmers turn up to work in their wetsuits some mornings, boards tucked underarm, tracking sand all over the floor. It makes me feel a total square in my sensible grey and navy skirts and dresses.
"I'm not complaining. It makes it easy to find you."
I pull a face which he shrugs off, unembarrassed at his admission that he watches for me.
"It's warm today. The water, I mean. It feels warmer."
He tips his head, his fingers twitching in my hand when he suddenly yanks me to him and we fall waist deep in the water. My shriek sounds horribly loud.
"Warm enough for ya?" he's pulling us deeper, arms and legs wrapped around me, holding us afloat.
"I can't believe you just did that." I try to glare at him, but he's having none of it and his amusement is infectious.
And now I'm in it, the water isn't that warm. I mean, warmer than the North Sea, no question. Yet not exactly warm.
"And what's in here anyway?"
"Nothing life-threatening. It's too shallow here for sharks or dolphins."
"Dolphins? Aren't they just cute, cuddly things?"
"They're bastards. They bump and knock into you if you're surfing someplace they don't want you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Serious bruises if they get ya."
"I had no idea."
He draws me into his chest, sharing his body heat, his hands warm around my waist.
"I think the wet and wild look suits ya," he says.
"The what now?"
"You're pretty when you're all neat and tidy, but I think I like you messy."
I open my mouth to retort something biting, but he beats me to it with a kiss. Purposeful. More exploratory than the other night. Harder. Splashes of sunlight float and dance over my eyelids. I try to relax but my blood is thumping around my body too fast. The tip of his tongue brushes along my lower lip. I open my eyes, running out of oxygen. His gaze, full of intent, does nothing for my blood pressure. None's kissed me like this. As if it's the main event. It scares me. And I want more.
We kiss until the breeze rises and brings me out in a rash of goosebumps, his tongue stroking and curling around mine, gently pulling at me, searching for me. The press of our bodies feeling more urgent, our breathing more shallow.
"Probably time to get out before it gets too chilly," he smiles, rubbing my back.
I curse the setting sun for killing the heat and follow him back onto the sandbanks, my legs a little shaky. My dress clings to me, heavy with saltwater. We collect my shoes. Noah's persuaded me it's fine to leave them on the beach while I walk in the water, after teasing me for assuming everyone's a thieving git and reminding me this place isn't anything like London.
"I'll take ya home on my bike so ya don't get too cold," he's saying as we walk up the beach towards the road.
I didn't know he had a bike, but it's there, parked outside the Surf Club. I know bugger all about motorbikes. This one's nice looking; glossy blue and shiny chrome. I'm dubious about getting on it, but he flicks his hand at me and I hike up my dress to get on behind him.
"Hold onto me like this. I won't go too fast. You'll be fine."
His skin is hot underneath his wet shirt. Air rushes by all around us. For my first bike ride, it's pretty good and I'm laughing by the time he pulls up outside my building.
He steadies me as I get off.
"Ok?"
"That was fun."
"Yeah?" He looks pleased.
I nod. Lean in to give him a kiss and he catches me, hands on both sides of my head, holding me to him.
"Gotta go," he says regretfully. "Until Saturday."
And drives off. Faster than when I was on the back.
I regard my overpriced smashed avocado on toast, wondering what my nan would say about it. She thinks avocado is a colour choice for bathrooms, not a food. A little twist in my gut brings a flush to my throat. I'm so very far away from home. It's liberating.
We are surrounded by blue. Blue sky. Blue ocean. Brilliant, expansive, big blue in every direction. On the edge of the world. Not even the frequency of the aircraft taking off and landing nearby mars the beauty of this place. I try to visualise what's out there, over the blue horizon. I've spent hours staring at Google Earth trying to orientate myself. To the left is Papua New Guinea. To the right, New Zealand. Thousands of islands and atolls sprinkled throughout the South Pacific, but no major landfall from this coastline until Chile and Argentina.
I drag my eyes back to our table, and sneak looks at him when I think he's too absorbed in eating to notice. He's wearing a light green t-shirt that looks like it's been worn and loved for many years, his shoulders straight and square inside it. Light brown hairs on his golden arms reach up into the puffs of air swirling around us.
"Did you grow up around here?"
He nods, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Takes a drink from his sweating glass. "But I've only been back here about a year."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I was working down in Sydney for a few years but I hated it."
"Sydney or the work?"
His green eyes focus on me then dip.
"The job. I worked for a big accountancy firm and couldn't have hated it more if I tried."
"As an accountant?" I can't hold back my surprise.
"Don't sound so amazed," his response is mild but I worry he's offended.
"Sorry."
"I know I don't look much like an accountant but maybe that's why it wasn't my best career choice."
"I can't imagine you in a suit."
"No?" His eyes trap mine.
I shake my head and swallow. He takes another drink. I watch his throat. He hasn't shaved recently. I sit on my hands, fighting an unfamiliar urge to run my fingertips across his stubble.
"What made you stop?"
He picks at his plate.
"One morning I woke up but couldn't get out of bed. So I quit. Didn't even go back into the office."
"Blimey."
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do next?" I nearly bite my tongue off, thinking I might be offending him even more with my assumption that working in a bar isn't what or where he wants to be.
"A bit of this and a bit of that. Running the club for Nick is ok for now. It gives me time to do a couple other things."
"Like?"
"I do the accounts for some mates of mine that run their own businesses or are self-employed. I guess that'll always be a fallback for me, to pay the bills." He pauses; shrugs. But for once I think he's having to try for laid-back and I sit up, to listen more carefully to whatever's coming next. "And I take pictures. I've even sold a few."
"Photos?"
He nods, looking a bit less sure of himself. An idea of him as a young boy flits into my head; softer, maybe even shy.
"I'd like to see them."
"Sure." He smiles a small smile.
The big blue skies spin overhead.
"Wanna beer or a glass of wine?"
"Um, a beer, thanks."
We slide the bags onto the kitchen counter. The food smells great, but I'm more interested in looking at the flat. It's above the club. We passed a small bathroom on the way into the main room -- a kitchen, dining and living room all together. A couple of doors, both closed, off to one side. An entire wall made up of sliding glass doors looking directly out onto the ocean.
"The view must be incredible in the daylight."
He glances up, bottle opener in his hand.
"It's spectacular. The rest of the apartment isn't anything special, but the view is what makes it."
The beer is ice cold. I fold my arms around myself. He dishes out the food into bowls, his movements fluid. Economical.
We sit either side of the kitchen countertop. He eats steadily and with concentration. We've been out all afternoon, riding along the coastal road and then inland, into the pines. I can feel the sun and wind on my face. The skin on my arms and legs is stiff with it too. His hair is wild from the ride, unruly waves of it framing his face and straggling down his neck, trapped around the black cord he wears there.
"Don't ya like it?"
He's gesturing with his chopsticks at my bowl. Largely untouched.
"No. I mean yes. It's delicious."
I blush hard and shovel rice into my mouth.
We don't say much after that. The clicks and slurps of eating and drinking against the regular rhythm of the ocean are the only sounds all around us. It's comfortable. He sits back as he finishes off, balancing the chopsticks across the top of his bowl. He asks me what it's like working for Lisa; whether it's what I'd expected it to be. I tell him about our college days together. Our daydreams of emigrating into the sunshine. But where she'd gone and done it, I'd got myself a sensible and very boring job in London instead. Until she'd messaged a few months back, asking if I'd be interested in a year's contract working for her company, to fill in for her project manager while she took off around Europe. I could even live in her flat while she was gone.
He pushes another beer over to me while I talk, letting his fingers rest on mine for a few seconds.
I ramble on, about persuading Lisa to change some of their management software, and how I still can't get used to the idea of sitting in an office in shorts and flip flops...
"Flip flops?"
"Thongs. You lot call them thongs."
... and how welcome everyone has made me feel there. How much I've grown to love walking along the beach every day after work, kicking through the surf. And how I feel more relaxed here than I had thought possible.
I halt.
"Sorry. I talk too much."
"Who says?"
I turn to look out of the window.
"I don't think so."
"Really?"
"I'm the one sitting here listening to ya."
Sounds from downstairs, distant until now, gather in volume, like a battle cry. Noah inclines his head.
"Queensland must've scored."
"Did you want to watch it?"
"Nah. I'm not much of a football fan. And I don't reckon Queensland will win it this year anyway."
"No?"
He shakes his head and stands up.
"I need to sit somewhere a bit more comfortable than these bloody awful chairs." He lifts his eyebrows at me; an expression both funny and suggestive.
The sofa is more comfortable than it looks. I sink into it, glad of its softness.
"Mindless TV or music?"
"Music. I hear enough of Australian tele from my neighbour's flat. I think he's a bit deaf."
Noah laughs, then coughs as he settles next to me.
"You good?"
"Yes. Yes, thanks. I really enjoyed the afternoon."
"Being on the bike was ok for ya?"
"Yes. I had fun, although I think I'll feel it tomorrow."
"Me too probably. It's a while since I've ridden that far."
He crooks his arm along the back of the sofa, a hint of his sweat that makes me want to breathe deeply. A twitch plays out across my shoulders.
"Cold? Here," and he pulls at a blanket lying across the top of the sofa. "Take this."
I tuck it around myself, inching a little bit closer.
"It doesn't sound like Queensland are winning the game," I offer. "Judging by the lack of cheering downstairs."
"Did you want to watch it?"
"No. I wouldn't have a clue what's going on. I'm not much of a one for watching sports."
"Mmm." He pauses. "Can I ask you something Marie?"
I turn to look at him. "Yes. What?"
Uncertainty in his eyes.
"You don't have a boyfriend waiting for you back in Lon
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*Please note, this is a story about a male-to-female crossdresser. It includes themes of bisexuality, dominance/submission, embarrassing erections, anal play, cunnilingus and cum-eating. If you like that, awesome. If you don't maybe it's time to check another post. You can't say I haven't warned you ;)*
There are many difficult decisions I've had to make in my life. Deciding whether to confide in someone that I liked to crossdress was definitely one of them. In fact, "difficult" was an understatement, "agonizing" would be a more appropriate term. Especially when, in my case, the potential recipient of my little secret was someone as unpredictable and dangerous as my friend Abbey.
As I sat next to her, the rational part of my brain told me that it would be a stupid idea to open up to her. She was too impulsive. Too reckless. Too oblivious to the consequences of her actions. Part of me knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut. Another part of me half-suspected that she'd use the information against me if I ever got on the wrong side of her.
However, I couldn't deny that part of me actually did want to tell her. My hidden self absolutely craved recognition. Added to that, I guess I wanted to prove to Abbey how interesting, unique and different I was. The latter was a stupid motive, but the desire to impress a beautiful, flirtatious and sexually-liberated young woman is one only the strongest men can resist. And back when I was eighteen, I definitely wasn't a strong man.
Half an hour before, I sat alone in the seniors' common room at my high school. It was a hot day and I was dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts. I was trying to work through a set of physics problems that were due in the next week, but I was getting distracted. As the sun had come out, so had the skimpy sun dresses. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but stare at all the beautiful, smooth, female flesh on display. I was counting down the minutes until I could go home, creep into my room, and jerk my dick until I'd drained every last drop of cum from my balls.
My level of distraction reached breaking point when I saw Abbey walk up to me. Almost the second she entered my vision, my breath caught in my throat. God damn she looked gorgeous--even more so than usual.
Abbey was five-foot-six with long blonde hair, and the most wickedly beautiful face. It was the kind of face that suggests the owner is always up to mischief--which, in Abbey's case, was usually true. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as she strode towards me, and that big, beautiful smile of hers drilled its way directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. I could barely handle the visual stimulation as she pouted her full, soft lips in my direction.
Abbey was never one to downplay her glamor, but as she walked towards me in a low-cut top and an eye-wateringly short skirt, I felt I could be finally be entering heaven, or perhaps blue-ball hell. Her legs passed over each other, one after the next. Long, toned and shimmering with a silky, youthful sheen: they were a veritable work of art. The slight outward curve of her hamstrings and the elegant contours of her calves simply reduced me to jelly. I could worship those legs all fucking day long. Her hips curved inwards towards her slim, taught waist-- and her torso was topped off with a set of naturally firm, round breasts. I was agog. My train of thought completely lost.
"Hi gorgeous," she said, smiling and pulling out the chair beside me. "Whatcha doing?"
"Just some physics problems," I replied, as she sat herself down next to me.
"Got time for a chat?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"For you Abbey, I suppose," I said back, with a smile. "Do I even dare ask how your weekend was?"
She bit her lip and smiled with her eyes.
"Well I had quite the weekend," she enthused.
"On Friday, I went to that new club in town, you know the one near the marketplace?"
I nodded.
"Well I went there with Maria and I met this absolutely gorgeous guy."
She took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and fanned herself with her hand.
"He was a Commando in the Royal Marines. He had a body to die for. He led me to the toilets and he fucked me right there. My God, I came so fucking hard. It made me horny for the entire weekend. I can still feel him inside me now."
"So did you see him again?" I asked.
"Alas, no," she sighed. "He was only in town for a day, so on Saturday I called up Jack, my ex, because I absolutely needed some more dick. I suggested we go skinny dipping, so we went walking to the lake, but I couldn't wait that long and his hands were all over me, so we just did it by the side of a farmer's field. I got my new dress all muddy, but it was worth it."
"Then on Sunday you went to confession, and ended up fucking the priest?" I asked.
She laughed.
"No, on Sunday I just started chatting with guys online. There was this guy who had a foot fetish. He was begging me to show him my feet... so I did. Then he kept asking if he could come over and lick them. He was a hedge fund guy and lived in America, but he said he'd pay to fly over here. It was so weird. It was awesome teasing him though. I got him to jerk off his tiny, and I mean tiny, dick on camera. I laughed so fucking hard!"
She sighed, before continuing, "I love just it when guys have little kinks, you can have so much fun with them."
She paused for a second, then her eyes focused on me with a wicked glint.
"I bet you've got some kinks John... It's always the smart guys like you who have dirty little secrets."
I laughed. "Maybe," I said, off-hand.
Abbey's eyes widened. "Oh you have got some haven't you. Oh come on John, tell me!"
Oh crap, why hadn't I just said "no". I took a deep breath. "Maybe another day Abbey," I replied.
"So you admit it!" she exclaimed, gleefully. "I can't wait, you have to tell me now!"
She pressed her bare leg against mine. The sensation of her soft, delicious skin sent a surge of arousal through me. Every instinct in my male body told me to prepare for breeding. I could feel my face flush and my dick begin to engorge. Shit, shit, shit. But the torment didn't stop there. She leaned towards me, pressing her firm, round tits against my arm. Jesus Christ.
"Tell me John, you know you want to... and it's only fair... I tell you everything."
I couldn't fault her on that point. As my dick stiffened uncomfortably in my shorts, I looked around the room. There was nobody within earshot--but even so.
"Look," she said, "it's not as if I'm going to be shocked, it's me for fuck's sake."
I breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her. Part of me knew that telling her would be a very risky choice. The weight of the decision caused beads of sweat to appear at my temples.
"Tell me, John," she demanded. "I bet it's good."
Wracked with indecision, I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The words teetered for a second on the tip of my tongue, before being forcibly gulped back down my throat. But Abbey's sparkling blue eyes were still boring into me, coaxing my secret back up from the depths.
"I..." I stammered, my voice losing all of its depth.
"Yes?" she said, with a wicked grin on her face.
"I... err... I like dressing as a girl."
Abbey's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped in utter glee. Then she started to laugh.
"Oh my God. You little sissy bitch!" she squealed in excitement.
Her mouth hung open and she scanned me up and down. "Now I know why you grow your hair so long."
My face started to burn deep red. She was right though. I did indeed let my mousy blonde hair grow long so I could look more like a girl when I wanted to. I'd told everyone I was going for the rock-star look, and since I played the guitar most people had believed me.
"So do you dress up often?"
"Yeah... every now and again."
"Does that turn you you?"
I gulped. This was another thing that it was really too risky to reveal.
"Yeah... kinda."
I squirmed in my seat as Abbey laughed at me.
"You've got to show me," she yelped. "I bet you'd make such a cute girl!"
And with those words, deep below my red-faced, squirming exterior, part of me glowed with pride.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, it's probably worth me giving you a little insight into my life--both now and back when all this occurred.
I've always had a pretty broad sexuality. I'm male, currently in my early-twenties and bisexual; and yes, I have been to bed with both men and woman. I've got a penchant for dominance and submission, again on both sides of the equation. Since I turned 18, I've been the Dom and I've been the sub, I've been spanked and been the spanker, I've teased and been the tease victim.
And I like to crossdress. I guess you can say there is a lot of stuff that turns me on.
I don't exactly identify as transsexual: I have no intention of undergoing any treatment to actually become a girl, and I do not believe I am a woman born into a man's body. For me it's a little more complex: I've always thought of myself as having two parts, perhaps even two similar but distinct personalities, one male and one female. Whilst the male personality generally comes to the fore, my alter-ego, Sarah, likes to come out and flirt every so often. And she likes being a girl with a dick, although she'd love the chance to be a girl with pussy on occasion too. I've often wished that I could change my body at the flick of a switch. Click--now I'm a girl. Click--now I'm a guy again. Click-- now I've got a pussy. Click--now I've got a dick.
For as long as I can remember, going back to when I was very young, a certain portion of my dreams and fantasies involved me being Sarah. I stress that I don't mean all of my fantasies, in fact, not even the majority, but a substantial portion: let's say around 30%. Some were romantic, such as being swept away by a boy; some were just about going about my life as a girl; some were downright sexual, especially by the time I'd grown up.
I guess I started as many guys do: I slipped into my sister's clothes when the house was empty--and felt that rush of excitement you get when you feel the delicious silky, feminine fabric against your skin. I shimmied into her slutty skirts, pulled her sexy stockings up my legs, and experimented with her make-up. I got away with it too: she was so untidy she never knew where half her stuff was to begin with.
After some amateurish first attempts at feminizing myself, I began to read online about how to do it properly. I wanted to be as passable as possible, and as sexy as possible. Sarah was shy, but she wasn't a wallflower. Beneath her bashfulness she wanted to flirt and be desired.
I soon graduated from pilfering my sister's clothes and make-up to buying my own. I needed outfits that fitted me better, and foundation that better blended with my own skin tone. I didn't want to risk ordering online as sometimes my parents "accidentally" open my packages and mail. So I simply went into town with my measurements and told the shop assistants I was on an errand for a friend.
As time passed, little tips and tricks became second nature. I learned to use eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger. I learned to give myself a feminine hourglass figure with a thick belt around my waist. I learned to hide my Adam's apple using contouring make-up, wearing high collared tops, or wearing a slutty collar. Sarah loved that last one especially.
I guess it helped that I'd never had a particularly masculine appearance. My face was oval shaped, my skin was clear, and I was slow to get facial hair. Even now it is nothing but slightly wispy, but when I was eighteen I was pretty much entirely hair-free. I am, and was, pretty skinny, which helps too, as body fat distributions can be a give-away to gender. Over many years I even grew my hair long. This was much to the derision of some of my male friends, but surprisingly, many girls liked it, even when I was my masculine self. Maybe some girls really did buy into my "rock-star" excuse.
I got better and better until one day I looked in the mirror and was impressed that not only did I actually look like a girl, but I actually looked cute. Almost instantly I was consumed with excitement. As I winked and flirted with myself in the mirror, my dick got hard in my filthy little knickers. I couldn't help but run to my bed, tie my ankles together, jam a dildo in my mouth and masturbate until my dick was sore--fantasizing about being a cock-sucking slave girl. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy, then spurted multiple loads of cum all over my sheets.
I'd experienced difficulties at first wearing heels, but with practice I got to the point where it was second nature. I could walk in them, dance in them, sway my hips in them. The most difficult part was sounding like a girl. I tried so many different voices, most of which sounded utterly ridiculous - until I read a tip that cross-dressers should try a different accent and see whether that worked. I searched YouTube for videos of girls with different regional accents and tried to mimic them. Eventually, I found one that I could I could do: a Scottish accent that was both realistic and feminine. From that moment Sarah became Scottish.
Searching maps, I came across the small town of Burtisland in Fife. With a population of around six thousand I guessed that virtually nobody I'd meet would be from there. I did my research and it became my cover story if I needed it. Sarah's childhood summers were spent on the beach and at the annual summer fairground. She attended Burntisland Primary School, before moving on to Balwearie High School. That, of course, all happened before her family had moved to England last year, but she could still wax lyrical about the ancient Parish Church and Rossend Castle, two of the town's most important historic sites.
Despite the cover story, I didn't think more than letting Sarah play around the house when my parents were out and my sister was off at university. She tied herself up, she spanked herself, she sucked her dildo cock. Sure, she fantasized about going out, being a little minx, teasing guys and having a dick plunged deep into her slutty ass--but it always seemed too risky to do it for real.
And then came the incident with Abbey.
Abbey never ceased to amaze me. We'd known each other since we started primary school. My miniature self had thought she was cute even then, but boy how she'd developed. We'd never had classes together until recently as she had always been in the school year above me. However, despite her being pretty smart, she had done very badly in her final exams--so she had decided to stay back a year and resit. At nineteen she was the oldest girl in the school.
I have no doubt in my mind that the reason for her poor academic performance was her over-active sex life. Whenever she should have been studying, she was sucking, or fucking or engaging in some other act of decadent sexual depravity. I've never met anyone before or since who had a such a high sex drive--and she had no shortage hard, willing cocks to indulge her cravings. In the last few of years of high school, she had gone from cute to gorgeous. As I described earlier: flowing blonde hair, tight toned body, and long tanned legs. Mix that in with her utterly compulsive flirtatiousness, it is difficult to see how things could have worked out much differently. Sex was written in her stars.
I was no stranger to her affections--not that I'd succumbed. I didn't really doubt that she would have fucked me if I were willing: she'd suggested we "go and have some fun" more than once--but I was too scared that I wouldn't meet her standards. I knew from her stories that she took a dim view of guys who didn't know how to please her and I was a virgin--at least of sorts. I'd never had sex with a girl. My only proper sexual experiences involved being fucked by a guy, and I wasn't sure that provided me with the training I needed to satisfy her.
Nevertheless, between classes she'd come up to my desk, play with my hair, tell me I was cute, then proceed to regale me with stories of her sordid sex life.
She'd fucked two of our teachers. One simply because she thought he was hot. One because she wanted a better grade. She'd told me about her back-alley sex, her favorite way to give blow jobs, and how one should properly take a cock in the ass. She told me about her dildos. She told me about her handcuffs. She told me about her experiences with other girls.
I never tired of listening to her. It opened my eyes--and gave me a lot of images to masturbate to in the privacy of my own room.
I was a moderately popular kid, but my friends were the really popular ones. I was the smart one, but just funny enough to get away with it without rubbing people up the wrong way. As a guy who circled in the popular crowd, I was on good terms with the popular (read: attractive) girls-f which Abbey was definitely one.
However, our friendship extended a deeper than just associating in the same circles. I was also one of the few people she could open up to. Although I wasn't particularly sexually experienced, I was stridently liberal minded. I was genuinely interested in what she had to say--and listened to her without casting judgment or mockery. With me she had the perfect audience--and I think she liked the intellectual fire power I could bring to an argument if someone tried to make out that her lifestyle as morally wrong.
Despite that, I wouldn't say I entirely trusted her, for as I mentioned, Abbey was dangerous. She liked to tease boys. She liked to get them hard in awkward places. She liked to make people squirm. She liked to make people go red. She liked to rate guys by their sexual prowess and dick size -- and she wasn't afraid of revealing who didn't measure up--all said with a wicked grin on her face.
I can't say that I didn't jack myself off furiously to the thought of her humiliating me - and there was a fair chance she'd have delighted in doing just that If I'd asked - but my rational mind did not think that was best for my prestige or my future. As such, I'd played my cards incredibly close to my chest for a long time--but as you already know, I couldn't hold out forever.
So let's get back to the meat of the story.
The moment of pride induced when Abbey said that she thought I would make "a cute girl" was short lived. The next thing she said overwhelmed everything.
"I'm going to tell Maria!" she exclaimed. Instantly my regret chip fired.
"What? No. Abbey!" I seethed under my breath.
"Come on, Maria won't mind. She's seen everything."
Maria was Abbey's partner in crime, perhaps even her protege. They went out on the hunt together at weekends and they made quite a pairing. Abbey was about my height, but Maria was one of the tallest girls in school. She was also very pretty. She had been a bit of an ugly ducking when we first met six years ago--but she would definitely win the award for 'most improved' since then. She had pale creamy skin, thick, dark-brown hair, a light smattering of cute freckles, and a long lean body capped with generous round breasts. Maria had been the subject of a number of my fantasies too.
"Abbey, please don't. I only told you because I trusted you'd keep it quiet," I begged, pathetically. My mind was going insane with worry, but my submissive side caused my dick to twitch involuntarily in my pants.
"I promise I won't tell anyone else, but I have to tell her."
She got up from her seat.
I grabbed her wrist.
"Abbey, NO!"
"Let go or I'll shout it to the whole room," She looked at me sternly, like I'd committed a crime.
I squirmed in my seat and let her go.
I watched her skirt bounce against her firm little ass as she skipped away.
Fuck. I shrank back into my seat.
The next day I was once more sitting alone in the common room, shifting uneasily at my desk with my heart beating fast. I hadn't seen Abbey since the day before and the worry was killing me. This could be humiliating. Really humiliating. I wished that I'd dreamed the conversation from the day before.
Unfortunately, I hadn't.
Abbey and Maria approached me together. Two beautiful, confident girls vs one timid guy. They sat either side of me. I didn't know what to say.
Maria reached over and started stroking my neck with her fingertips. My body jolted as the s
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ensation fizzled through me. Both girls laughed.
"So is it true that you like dressing as a girl?" Maria asked.
My face started to heat up. The girls laughed again. I didn't say anything.
"We won't tell anyone," Abbey soothed, starting to play with my hair. "Just admit again like you did yesterday."
Hemmed in by two beautiful girls, my dick started to get hard all over again. I couldn't help it. They were too close and too hot.
I took a deep breath.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Absolutely anyone," I pleaded.
"I promise," said Abbey.
"Do you promise too?" I asked Maria.
"Yeah... I promise," said Maria, with an evil glint in her eye that I didn't fully trust.
What the hell was I getting myself into? My mind whirred. Should I say something? Did it make any difference at this point? I'd already let the cat out of the bag to Abbey--I might as well coperate, lest I antagonize them.
"Ok, yeah," I said.
Both girls descended into fits of giggles.
"I told you Maria," said Abbey, excitedly.
"You totally have to show us," said Maria.
"So will you let us see you dressed up?" said Abbey.
"How?" I said. "My parents are always at home these days."
"Come to mine on Friday," said Abbey. "My parents are away this week."
I stared at Abbey--then at Maria--then back to Abbey.
"Promise me again that this is just between us."
"We promise," the girls giggled.
"Ok," I said, "but I'll need to get changed at yours."
"Fine," said Abbey, "come over at 7."
After school on Friday, I shaved my legs as tight and as silky as possible. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I moisturized my skin. I gave myself a spritz of my sister's perfume, and I set off with my make-up and my favorite clothes stuffed into a rucksack.
I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Part of me wanted to turn back. Another part of me knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Sarah to come to life.
When I arrived at Abbey's house, Maria was already there. They fussed over me as I entered the house.
"You still look like a guy," Abbey said, "or at least as much of a guy as you usually do."
"I haven't got changed yet!" I exclaimed. "Can I go to your bathroom to get ready?"
"Sure," she said. "Up the stairs, then the second door on the left. This better be good."
I locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and prepared for my transformation. My arms trembled, but as I slipped a deliciously sexy pair of knickers up my legs, I couldn't stop my dick from starting to swell. Sarah was beginning to take the reigns of my thoughts and actions--and she was very excited.
After the knickers came a matching bra, subtly filled out with realistically-shaped silicone inserts. Then the dress: I'd picked out a little black dress that came high on the neck. The top half was tight-fitting and around my waist a thick belt pulled me into a feminine shape. At the bottom, the material was short and floaty, enhancing the appearance of an hour-glass figure and nicely showing off my bare legs. I slipped into a pair of kitten heels, then set about my make-up.
A light layer of foundation, then some gentle blush to the apples of the cheeks: If you're young and smooth-skinned, this is all you really need. Too much make-up is as much a give-away as too little. I subtly enhanced my eyes, with a gentle eye-shadow on the upper lid, eye-liner around the edges and touch of mascara on my lashes. Finally, I added an understated lip gloss and I was done.
I nervously gave myself a wink and a twirl in the mirror.
I was no longer John. I was Sarah.
I packed myself a little handbag with my make-up supplies and other necessities, took a deep breath and left the room.
My muscles screamed with tension, so much that I could barely walk straight. I could hear Abbey and Maria larking about downstairs.
As I nervously descended to meet them, I managed to find my voice. "Hi guys, I'm Sarah!" I said.
The girls looked up at me and squealed in excitement, jumping around and clapping their hands.
"You're a girl!" Abbey yelped. "You're actually a girl!"
"And you're Scottish!" Maria cried.
"Aye, just a wee young lass," I said, hamming it up a little more than I usually would.
"Oh my fucking God!" Abbey said. She got up on to the sofa and bounced. "John, I actually think you're a girl!"
"Who's John?" I asked, with a little smile. "I told you already, I'm Sarah."
I reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl.
Abbey ran towards me and hugged me. Maria followed suit. I wanted to cry out in happiness.
"Wow, your tits look good," Abbey said, squeezing my chest. "And they feel kinda real. Are those inserts?"
"Yeah, I'm a little flat chested."
"I'm going to take a photo," Maria exclaimed.
"NO!" I shouted, aggressively.
For the first time ever, and probably the last time too, I saw Maria back down. I guess my uncharacteristic defiance had temporarily stunned her.
"Ok, but we can't just waste you like this," Abbey said, breaking the silence. "You're so realistic, we've got to do something."
"Let's go clubbing," Maria suggested.
"No way! People from school will be there." I objected. "And what if someone notices?"
"Then we'll go to Nottingham, there are loads of good clubs there," Maria said, "and I don't think anyone's going to notice, you look more like a girl that some of the real girls we know."
I couldn't help but glow a little at the compliment. And Nottingham seemed a sensible choice. It was the next major town over, about 40 miles away. It wasn't so far away that getting there would be overly arduous, and Maria was right, nobody from school would be there as they had perfectly good bars and clubs much closer.
I breathed heavily. Could that actually work? Could we go out together whilst I was dressed as a girl? I wanted to do it so badly, but I was consumed by nerves.
"OK," I said, "yeah... I guess that could work. But won't it cost loads to get there?"
"It's OK, I'll pay for the taxi," Abbey said. I knew her parents were rich. I guessed the journey would be peanuts for her.
"Err... OK then," I said.
The girls clapped in excitement.
"This is going to be awesome!" Abbey exclaimed.
As Abbey and Maria readied themselves upstairs, I stood in the living room in my little dress. I kept looking at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room--examining my face and body in from different angles. Yeah--I'd done a good job. I was looking very cute and girly. I rubbed my smooth legs against each other and rehearsed my coquettish smile. Through the nerves, little pangs of excitement shot through me. Would people think I was hot? Would people want to flirt with me? Would someone give me their number?
That thought made my stomach flutter.
Eventually, Abbey and Maria came back down. Abbey was wearing a tiny little clubbing dress. It was pink and clung to her gorgeous body--encasing her tits, curving in with her waist, and cupping her tight, round ass. It showed off every inch of her beauty and perfectly complimented her smooth, tanned skin.
Maria, without access to fresh clothes, had simply straightened her hair and redone her make-up; but she still looked stunning in the little fitted shirt and skin-tight jeans that she had arrived in.
Both of them looked gorgeous. I hoped that I could compete.
Abbey had ordered the taxi a little earlier. My eyes kept looking out the window, waiting for it to arrive. It would be my first proper test. Sure I'd revealed myself to Abbey and Maria, but they knew what was going on. The driver would be oblivious to the background. Would the he notice that I was a boy? Or would he just accept me as a girl?
Soon enough, we saw the car pull up outside Abbey's house and we scurried out towards it, clicking along the driveway in our heels, with our little handbags slung over our shoulders. My heart was beating fast.
"So you ladies want taking to Nottingham?" the driver asked.
"Yeah," said Abbey, "City Center please."
Abbey and Lucy bundled into the back of the car, and closed the door behind them.
I looked at them with pleading eyes, but I could tell that they weren't going to let me sit next to them. They wanted me to sit next to the driver.
With my face glowing pink, I opened the front door on the passenger side and slunk into the seat. I checked my appearance quickly in the wing mirror, smoothed down my dress and clipped in my seat belt.
"So are you girls off on a night out?"
The taxi driver looked at me and winked, his eyes roving from my legs to my chest.
"Yeah, we're off clubbing," I said, nervously.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey and Maria grinning at me.
"So you're from Scotland?" he said.
"Yeah, I lived in Fife until last year."
"Nice, where about?"
"Oh just a wee village called Buntisland," I replied.
"Cool, my brother-in-law comes from there," said the driver excitedly. "I bet he's only a few years older than you. What's your name, I'll ask him about it?"
"Sarah McCullough," I answered, my throat going dry.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey descending into fits of giggles. Maria was much the same.
"McCullough. I'll have to remember to ask him about that."
Jesus Christ.
Fortunately, the grilling stopped, and we careered along the M1 in silence.
On arrival, Abbey paid the driver.
"Have a good night girls," he said, leering at us one by one, as if storing the images for later. Despite not finding him in the least bit attractive, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was being looked at as if I was a girl: a sexy, attractive girl--and that was enough to excite me.
"Byeee," we cooed back.
I smiled and waved.
He honked his horn as he drove off.
The streets thronged with people. Nottingham is a university town and has a very lively night-life. Groups of guys and girls filled the street. The air was thick with anticipation.
We approached one of the first bars we saw. There were bouncers on the door. I gulped.
"Abbey," I whispered. "What if I get asked for ID?"
I was eighteen, the legal drinking age, so it wouldn't usually have been a problem. The issue was my provisional driving license said "John Stevens" not "Sarah McCullough". I didn't exactly want to reveal to a couple of meat heads that I was secretly packing a cock.
"You won't, just smile at him and walk through, they virtually never check girls."
Her verbal reassurance didn't dilute my nervousness. Yeah, sure girls get an easier ride than guys, but I've definitely seen plenty of girls get asked for ID in my time, even hot ones. As I walked towards the two big men, my muscles became tighter and tighter.
"Hi guys," Abbey said. She grinned as she approached them, giving them a little wave with her hands.
"Hi ladies," the guys said, with nodding whilst staring at our bodies.
I gulped as we all scurried past them. I dared not look round.
We got ourselves some drinks and found a table near the corner. I usually drank cider, but right then a gin and tonic seemed far more appropriate. It tasted surprisingly good.
"So tell me," Maria said, "do you like guys or girls?"
"Both," I answered, honestly.
"Have you, you know, done it with a both?"
"Yeah," I lied. As I mentioned earlier, up to that point, I'd only done it with a guy, but I couldn't face admitting that I was a virgin with girls.
"Were you the giver or receiver?" asked Abbey.
I went red.
"You were the receiver weren't you," she exclaimed. "You little fucking slut!"
The girls both laughed. I squirmed in embarrassment.
"Slutty Sarah likes taking it in the ass!" she teased.
She pressed herself against me. Her silky bare leg touched mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "Little. Submissive. Bitch."
I felt my dick begin to swell in my knickers as the combination of her body and her goading got to me.
"I'm gonna find a big strong guy to fuck you," she continued. "He'll push his dick into your slutty ass and pump you with so much fucking cum it will be coming out of your eyeballs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I choked.
"Yeah, maybe, not tonight though. Some guys would kill me if they found out I wasn't a real girl."
"Yeah, I know, not tonight, but I bet I know someone I could ask who'd be more than willing to fuck a special girl like you."
My dick got harder and harder. I began to panic. There was a bulge starting to show in my dress. I grabbed my handbag and placed it across my lap and leaned forward to hide my erection.
Both girls could tell what was happening to me, and their grins grew ever wider.
"Oh we are going to have so much fun with you," Maria said with a laugh.
I fidgeted, trying to fill my mind with non-erotic imagery.
"You better be a good girl for us," Abbey said, "or we are just going to make you suffer all fucking night."
"I think the next drinks round is on you Sarah," Maria said.
I laughed hoping it was a joke. We'd all just bought our own drinks on the previous round. Maria and Abbey both looked at me with grins on their faces.
"We're not joking," Abbey said, running her fingertips up my bare leg.
I cock went fully rigid.
"OK, OK," I said. "Just stop teasing me, or I won't be able to stand up to do anything."
Maria bent towards me and started nibbling my ear.
"Young lady, we make the demands tonight, not you," she whispered.
Fortunately, they didn't force me to stand up until I had calmed down, but that took a good half-hour.
Later that evening we stood in line for a club, the three of us were sandwiched between two groups of guys. The group in front seemed shy and nerdy. The group who approached behind us, however, were a bit more boisterous.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," said a tall, well-built guy as he sauntered up to us. "Looking good!"
He grinned, his body language oozing an upbeat confidence. I looked at his arms bulging through his shirt. I couldn't help but bite my lip.
"Thanks," I said shyly, then stroked my hair.
The other girls laughed at me. "You little flirt," teased, Abbey under her breath.
I blushed.
The guy looked me up and down, then smiled, clearly liking what he saw.
"Nice dress. Give us a twirl."
He took my hand in his and expertly spun me around.
The other guys in the group cheered.
I gulped, suddenly feeling very feminine. He continued to hold my hand. My heart started beating faster.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friends?" he asked.
"OK, err... I'm Sarah," I said, "Err, this is Abbey, and this is Maria."
"Hey," Abbey and Maria replied, but they weren't looking at him, they were looking at me.
"So you're from bonnie Scotland?" the guy asked, badly mimicking a Scottish accent. "Ever tossed a caber?"
The group of guys laughed. So did the two girls.
"Oh ha-ha," I said, grinning. "Not everybody in Scotland plays the highland games."
"Only teasing, love," he said, pulling me in for an embrace. As I felt his muscular body press against mine, I felt my dick start to stir. "I know a wee girl like you isn't strong enough to toss a caber yet." his hands grasped my upper arms and compressed my flesh. "I'll just have to let you practice with mine."
Everyone laughed. I panted -- imagining myself with his stiff dick in my hands--
or in my mouth--
or in my ass.
Then I remembered myself. I took a step back and grasped my handbag in front of my crotch. I begged my dick to stop its uncomfortable ascent in my knickers. The guy looked at me quizzically, probably because of the sudden change in my reactions to him.
Abbey came to my aid.
She leaned over to the guy. "I think Sarah has just remembered that she's got a boyfriend," she said.
"Ah," he grinned, looking straight at me, "well I guess he can make the bed for us in the morning."
Then he winked. My mouth dropped. Oh Jesus, the thought of him fucking me was overwhelming. Beneath my handbag my dick strained against its lacy prison.
"Some of us, however," Abbey said, "aren't so encumbered."
"Oh really?" he said.
And Abbey began to do what she was best at: flirting. The guy seemed more than happy to engage with her.
"Thank you," I whispered into her ear as we entered the club.
She flashed me a wicked grin, "You're ours tonight, not his."
Later that evening, the three of us girls were huddled in a secluded alcove in the club. A curved sofa ran along the wall and a little table perched in the middle. My breath was quick. I'd experienced a few new things that evening: dressing as a girl in public, being looked at and admired, being chatted up by a hot guy. I was still in a state of giddy excitement. People thought I was cute. People wanted to flirt with me. People wanted to fuck me. I needed to masturbate, or get some kind of relief. My cock was swelling at the slightest stimulation.
I sat in the middle, Abbey on one side, Maria on the other.
"OK, so I get that you like guys and girls," Abbey said, "but which do you like most?"
"I'm not sure. Both equally, I guess."
"I think you like guys more," she said. "You were totally drooling over that guy we met outside."
I took a deep breath remembering him.
"He was cute, but girls can have the same effect on me."
"What about us?" she asked. "Do we have that effect on you."
I paused, trying to find the right words. Yes, of course they fucking did. Both of them.
"I think you're both very beautiful," I said.
"Oh do you?" Abbey beamed. "Then why haven't you tried to fuck me?"
I gulped. I couldn't think of a good lie, so honesty won, at least a partial honesty.
"Oh, you'll have slept with people much better than me. I don't know if I could satisfy someone like you. I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. I know you've slept with some guys who are really good in bed."
"I haven't slept with a sissy girl," she grinned.
I looked at her as she grinned at me. Her little pink dress clung to her tight, nineteen year old body. I took a deep breath.
"I could never work you out," she continued, "you were always staring at me, especially my legs. But whenever I offered anything to you, you just turned me down. Now I see you were just a scared little bitch."
My face began to go red. Her grin didn't fade.
"Don't worry sissy girl," she said, "you don't need to know how to excite me. I know exactly how to enjoy myself when I've got someone to torment."
She swung her legs round and draped them across my lap.
"So you like my legs then?" She stared at me, biting her lip.
I gulped again, as her firm flesh pressed down on my dick.
"You... err... have very sexy legs," I stammered.
"I know," she said, beginning to rub her shapely calves directly over my crotch, "guys can't resist them."
"Abbey," I said, "don't do this, not here."
My cock began to swell. I could feel it getting harder and harder, creating a tent in my knickers and my dress.
Abbey didn't stop teasing. Her satin skin slid back and forth over my straining erection. Wave after wave of excitement flooded through me.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?"
I panted. Of course I did. All the fucking time. I nodded in embarrassment.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me in all my short skirts and dresses?"
"Abbey, Jesus Christ, just stop. We're in a club!"
Abbey showed no intention of stopping. I clenched my teeth and threw my head back.
"Do you blow your load wishing you could worship my legs?" she said, clearly enjoying herself. "Are you going to blow your load right here?"
My breathing was ragged. Each little motion of her calves sent a throb of maddening pleasure through my cock. I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I could feel the pressure building, desperate for release.
"Abbey, stop it. I'm gonna cum."
"Poor girl," Abbey cooed. "Are you gonna fill your knickers with sperm?"
I was near the edge. My fists bunched. My eyes screwed closed.
"Seriously, Abbey, stop."
I was going to cum. I was seconds away from it. It was inevitable. I started to panic, trying to rise from the seat, but her legs just pinned me to the spot.
"Abbey stop! Please!" I said, panting and wheezing.
"Ok," she said with a giggle, then removed her legs.
My eyes flicked open. My jaw hung agape.
I looked at Abbey as she laughed. Then I looked at my dick straining.
I wailed in frustration. I was right on the fucking edge.
"What the fuck?" I gasped.
"I thought you wanted me to stop?"
"I did... but... oh God... I can't even think!"
My dick twitched, be
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gging for more stimulation. It was unbearable. A little wet spot glistened on my dress where my pre-cum was leaking through.
"Hey Maria," Abbey said, "fancy going for a dance?"
"Sure," Maria said.
"Abbey... seriously... you can't leave me like this."
"Bye babe," she said with a grin. "See ya later."
I watched her as he got up and walked away: my eyes glued to her little waist, her firm ass, and her long bare legs. I whimpered in my seat, horny and alone.
I grabbed my handbag and clutched it to my groin. Was my erection ever going to go down? I rocked back and forth in my seat, hyperventilating. I could see Abbey and Maria on the dance floor, dancing sexily next to a column supporting the ceiling. I could barely stand watching them, but my eyes couldn't look away. Their gorgeous bodies snaked and gyrated setting my hormones aflame.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave--ideally to a bed with those two girls in it. I'd do whatever they wanted. And it needed to happen that very second.
I checked that nobody was watching me, slipped my hand under my dress and tucked my dick under the elastic of my knickers. Held secure like that, I guessed that it wouldn't make such a large bulge if I stood up. I often did the same thing with my belt when wearing my usual guy-wear and it usually worked.
I stood to my feet, but kept my handbag in front of my swollen, aching cock. Then I scurried over to the girls.
"Abbey, please can we go?" I begged. "I can't stand this."
"But the night is young," she said with a grin, getting up close to me.
"Just dance with us," Maria purred in my ear.
"Please, you can do anything you like to me, we just need to go!"
"Oh, I can do anything I like to you, can I?" Abbey giggled. "I'll remember that!"
Maria pressed her tits against my back. Another dribble of pre-cum spilled from the tip of my dick.
"Maybe we want to have some fun with you here," she cooed over my shoulder.
She hooked her arms through my elbows and held tight, pinning my arms behind my back. I tried to pull away, but she was too strong. The male part of me felt the pang of humiliation that comes with being beaten in a strength competition by a girl. I could no longer reach to cover my groin with the handbag, no matter how hard I strained.
"Maria, let me go! People are going to see the bulge!" I hissed.
"Why don't you dance for him Abbey?" she suggested.
"Oh God, no!" I cried. "People are gonna see, girls, please can we just go?"
Abbey stood in front of me, then ran her hands over her thighs, then up her waist, over her firm tits, then through her blonde hair. She fixed me with the biggest grin and slunk towards me.
My body started to shake. She reached down and touched my thighs with her fingertips, then raked them upwards. I shuddered and wailed as little electric shocks of sensation fired through me.
Then she turned and rubbed her ass against my dick. Moans left my lips as she started to grind on me.
"There," she purred. "See, you're dick is all hidden under my ass."
"Abbey... I'm going to cum... let's just go home... you can do whatever you like to me there... just don't do it here!"
She continued circling her firm, nineteen year old flesh against my straining cock. I was going to cum. I knew it.
"You're my little bitch," she said, "and I can do what I want!"
Every circle of her ass sent a pulse of overwhelming bliss through my body, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh God," I cried. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!"
She looked over her shoulder at me, staring at me with the sexiest, most evil look I had ever seen. I twisted and writhed to free myself. My muscles tensed and strained. But it was no use. Maria was too strong.
"Fucking hell!" I seethed. "I'm gonna..."
My words cut short.
I felt a surge of semen rush up my dick, then powerfully erupt from the tip. I felt big ropes of cum spurt out onto my body inside the dress. Once, twice, three times. My knees gave way and I flailed pathetically, but Maria held me firm. Abbey laughed wickedly and milked me with her ass. Seemingly endless contractions gripped my cock, eking ever more juice from my loins. My body was ruined, utterly ruined.
Eventually, Maria let me go. I stumbled, trying to retain my footing. My dress was covered in shimmering wet spots. My mind was gone. My mouth hung agape. My hands shot in front of me, once again covering my still-twitching dick with my handbag.
"Ok, we can go now," Abbey giggled.
My dick sagged back into my knickers as Abbey and Maria led me out of the club. People gave me funny looks, but nobody made a comment. Maybe they just thought I was drunk and I'd spilled my drink--not that I was a stunned sexual wreck, coated with my own cum.
I remember little of what happened next. My heart was beating too fast. I thought I was going to pass out. I can just about recollect that we found a taxi kiosk and ordered a journey home. It was not long before we were on our way. This time, our ride was a big people-carrier, with ample room in the back. The three of us sat on that back seat - with me in the middle.
"We are going to ruin you when we get home," Abbey goaded.
I just sat there panting.
"Yeah, we're going to put something in your ass," Maria laughed. "You're going to be our whore for the evening."
They pressed their bodies against me and I started to get hard all over again. Yet again, I gripped my handbag and hid my shame. Tears leaked from my eyes. I wanted to scream.
"Please go easy," I begged. "I'm losing my fucking mind!"
"We're not going to go easy," Abbey giggled, "you said we could do anything we wanted."
By the time we arrived in Abbey's living room, I was falling apart. They ordered me to take off my knickers. Sheepishly, I complied. Then they confiscated my handbag. Then they made me stand in front of the sofa with my hands on my head. I whimpered as I stood there, my desperate cock jutting out through the fabric of the dress. I felt the tiniest of draft of air waft through the room and snake its way up my legs, all the way to my balls.
"Don't move," Abbey ordered.
And the girls ran upstairs, leaving me trembling.
After much laughing and shrieking, they returned with a bag that appeared to be filled with equipment. I had no idea what was in it, but I was terrified. I could only imagine the wicked array of toys that someone like Abbey would possess. Were they really going to put something in my ass?
Abbey and Maria sat on the sofa in front of me. Their gorgeous bodies on full display. Dear God, I wanted to touch them, run my hands over them, fuck them. But all I could do was stand there with my erection straining towards them.
Abbey extracted a leather crop from the bag. My eyes widened.
"Get down on your hands and knees," she ordered.
"Abbey!" I exclaimed in protest.
She slapped my thigh with the crop. I yelped, then sank to the floor. My cock twitched involuntarily in submission.
"I'm horny," Abbey declared, "you've already had an orgasm, so it's a bit inconsiderate of you not to think of me."
I panted. What was she going to ask me to do?
"Have you ever licked pussy before?" she asked.
I was considering whether to lie, but I thought better of it. If my technique was woefully poor she'd soon discover my deceit.
I shook my head.
"Then I'll educate you," she said.
She hiked her dress up and parted her beautiful legs to reveal a pair of red panties. A damp spot glistened on the front. She reached down and pulled her panties down her legs, putting her wet, bald pussy on display. It was the first pussy I'd ever seen in the flesh. I could see her engorged clit; her dark-pink outer lips--swollen with excitement; her thick inner lips that shimmered with juice; and the hint of her delicious slit, beneath the folds.
I panted. Jesus Christ. Was this actually happening?
"Crawl forward little slut," she said, slapping me across my back with the crop.
I complied instantly, bringing my face towards her crotch. The smell of her pussy entered my nostrils. I almost passed out with lust. My body started to shake all over again.
"The first rule of pussy licking is that you start slow," she said.
"Now, get your head real close, and lick along the creases between my crotch and my legs."
I moved forward and traced my tongue along the crease. First on one side, then on the other.
"Mmm, nice," Abbey said.
"Now I want you to lick me slowly all along my pussy, from bottom to top."
I moved forward and licked from base to top. As my tongue moved, it became coated with her sweet primal juices. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.
"Mmm," she groaned, "yes, just like that, good girl."
"Now push your tongue inside me, just here," she said, pointing towards her wet slit.
I pressed my tongue forward, entering her. I slowly licked around, extracting a groan of pleasure from her lips. It felt so warm, slick and velvety. I pushed my tongue in and out of her, and her breathing became quick.
"Now gently suck on my lips... please no teeth... just use your lips."
I complied, sucking her beautiful flaps of skin into my mouth, one after the other.
She wailed in pleasure. "Oh my God, yes!" she cried. "That's it!"
"Now lightly flick your tongue up and down my clit," she said, pointing to her hard little nub.
I licked and I felt her body tense. "Yes. Oh God. Just there," she moaned.
And I lapped away.
She grabbed my head and drew me closer. "Lick me slave girl. Just keep on licking me!"
She ground her crotch aggressively towards me, smearing my features with juices. I kept on licking as she rode my face. I desperately wanted to reach around and jerk my dick. I needed to get myself off, but I didn't dare do anything that would incur her wrath. I just licked and suffered in desperation.
Abbey's gyrations became harder. I could feel her body begin to tense. "Don't stop slut," she rasped. "Just keep on fucking going!"
Then her words descended into deep moans of pleasure. She was going to cum. For the first time in my life I was actually going to make a girl cum.
"Fuuccckkk!" she cried.
Then she started to shudder. I felt the contractions of pleasure hammer through her. She roared in exhilaration, but I kept on going.
"That's a good little slut!" she moaned. "Very. Good. Little. Slut."
She continued to milk the after-shocks out of herself, using my mouth and face. Then eventually, she pushed my head away, and slumped back into the sofa with a huge grin plastered over her features.
"Oh you're going to service me like that again," she said, between her panting breaths.
"That was so hot," said Maria. I'd almost forgot she was there. "Now it's my turn."
I gulped. I was going to get to taste her as well?
I stayed on the floor on my hands and knees as Maria rose to her feet, then peeled her tight jeans down her legs. I was captivated by the creamy smoothness of her skin. She pulled her knickers down too, revealing her delicate pink pussy. Lighter than Abbey's, but just as beautiful. She too was shaved and smooth.
She lay down on the floor beside me, grabbed a cushion and put it under her head.
"I like it differently," she said, "and you're gonna do me just how I want it."
I nodded.
"First of all, just crawl between my legs and do what you did to Abbey."
I shifted my body to face her, bent down, and licked along the creases between her crotch and thighs - then lapped long and slow, up and down her pussy. Maria exhaled in pleasure. Then I slipped my tongue into her wet little slit.
"Shit. That feels good!" she moaned.
Then I sucked her lips gently into my mouth.
"Good girl," she gasped. "That's right."
Then she made her next demands.
"Crawl round to the side of me," she said, "so you can lick across my pussy. Across, not up and down."
I complied, eager to do all I could to please the beautiful girl next to me. I crawled next to her, my body ninety degrees to hers.
"Use one hand to spread my lips, so you can get to my clit," she ordered.
I used the fingers of one hand and spread her gently. Her hips started to gyrate, grinding up into thin air in anticipation.
"Now slowly lick across my clit."
I licked. Then again. Then again.
"A little lower," she ordered.
I shuffled my body, then licked a little lower.
At that, she let out a groan of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's the spot. Just keep doing it right there!"
"Good girl," Abbey said, bending down towards me. "You're good at taking orders aren't you!"
I nodded as I licked.
"Now slowly slip your middle finger inside me, palm facing up," said Maria.
I took my middle finger and gently coated it in her juices for lubrication, then I gradually pushed inside her.
She trembled.
"Now as you lick, do a come-hither motion with your fingers."
I complied.
"God yes," she moaned. "Yes... that's right... keep doing that!"
As I licked and fingered her wet pussy, her breathing became ragged. I couldn't help but moan myself. My dick was about to burst. The urge to jerk was un-ignorably intense.
Maria's hips bucked into me in time with my licks.
"Yes!" she seethed. "Yes... make me cum... make me cum... bitch."
Her hand slapped down on my head and pushed me down closer.
I licked and licked and licked.
"Yes... yes... yes..." she screamed.
Her back started to arch. I sensed she was close. Her hands balled into fists.
And then she came, with her body trembling all over the floor. A little squirt of juices ejected itself from her pussy. I watched her, on my hands and knees, as my cock dripped in need between my legs.
As Maria came down from her high, Abbey resumed her goading.
"You're a good little pussy-licker now," she declared. "We're just going to use you to get off whenever we want!"
I looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"Can I cum too please?" I begged. "I'm so fucking horny..."
Abbey flashed me another one of her grins.
"Perhaps," she said. "Do you cum when you get fucked in the ass?"
My eyes widened. Oh God. Is that what they were going to do?
I nodded. Yes I had cum when I'd been fucked in the ass. I'd cum very hard. It was a feeling like no other. The thought of being fucked again made me feel dirty, submissive and insanely horny.
Abbey leaned over to her bag once more and extracted not one, but two, strapn dildos.
"You said you'd do anything for us, remember?" she said. "This what we want."
She stood up and slid the harness up her legs and strapped it firm. A big, angry looking black dick protruded towards me. To the side of me, I saw Maria getting to her feet, grabbing the other strapn and doing the same. Her face was plastered with postrgasmic bliss.
Both girls looked at me with wicked, hungry eyes.
"You take her ass," Abbey said to Maria, "I want to fuck her pretty little face."
Abbey walked in front of me, knelt down and pointed her black rubber cock towards my face.
"Now I want you to suck," she ordered.
I crawled forward, opened my mouth and slid my lips around the cock. My own dick twitched, as fresh waves of arousal surged through my veins.
"Good girl," Abbey cooed. "Suck it nice and good."
My mouth slid back and forth along the shaft and my balls tightened. I was going to cum again. I just knew it.
"Now look up at me," she demanded.
My eyes strained up, and I saw Abbey's stunning face, grinning down at me. Pre-cum leaked once more from my dick.
"Lube her up, Maria."
My mouth moaned around Abbey's dick, as Maria lifted up my dress. Then I moaned even louder, as I felt the cold sliminess of the lube rub around my asshole, then right up inside my rectum.
"You are going to moan so fucking bad," Abbey exclaimed with glee. "I bet you want this though, don't you?"
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around her artificial dick.
"I want you to say it," Abbey demanded.
I slid my mouth off the dick.
"I want to be fucked," I said.
"Louder!" Abbey demanded.
"I want to be fucked!" I cried.
"Tell Maria to please take your slutty little ass!"
"Please Maria... take my slutty little ass. I need it!" I moaned.
"Go on Maria, give this whore the fucking that she wants!"
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt the tip of Maria's shaft press against my anus.
She pushed forward slowly and the cock slid its way inside me. Tears leaked from my eyes as my asshole expanded, but my dick twitched once more as I felt the Maria's intruder ease over my prostate.
She started to thrust back and forth. At first slowly. Then faster. Waves of pain and pleasure flooded through my body. My dick strained into thin air, unbearably rigid and drooling pre-cum.
"Open your mouth," Abbey demanded.
I complied, then Abbey started to fuck my face--ramming her cock in and out of my mouth.
I grunted and moaned in utter submission.
"I think this slut likes being spit-roasted," Abbey exclaimed, "look at her fucking moaning! She likes taking two big cocks like a filthy little whore."
"Do you like this Sarah?" Maria asked from behind. "Do you like being our bitch?"
I emitted an involuntary, muffled scream as they violated me. My dick started to twitch hard and fast. It was going to explode. I clenched my fists.
"Spank her, Maria."
I squealed as a strong hand slapped down onto my ass.
"Harder," Abbey demanded.
Another smack juddered through me. My ass stung. I was about to lose it. I no longer had any control over my mind or body. Everything was sensation, all consuming, over-powering sensation.
"I think she's about to cum," Abbey said, looking down at me.
"Are you gonna cum little bitch?" Maria cried. "Are going to blow your load?"
I moaned loudly as I felt the rush. Sperm flooded along my shaft and spurted from the end. I roared in pleasure. Rope after rope of cum ejected itself onto the floor. My body spasmed and my arms and legs collapsed from under me. Maria and Abbey withdrew their cocks and I shuddered on the floor unable to move.
"Oh God, that was hot!" Abbey squealed.
"Did you enjoy that, bitch?" she continued, whilst grabbing my hair with one hand and her crop with the other.
I nodded, my muscles like jelly. My cock still pulsing in ecstasy, spurting ever smaller globs of cum from the tip-nto the floor and onto my dress. Abbey wasn't going to let me just lounge on the carpet though. She pulled my hair more firmly, dragging me back up onto my knees.
"Look at the fucking mess you've made!" she barked at me. "You've got cum all over the floor."
"Yeah..." said Maria, "someone had better clean that up."
I tried to stand, but I couldn't. Abbey slapped my thighs painfully with the crop.
"No we don't want you to mop it up with tissue," she said, "we want you to lap it up like the little cum guzzler you are!"
"Have you drank cum before?" Maria asked.
I nodded in humiliation. I'd tasted cum before. I'd had my slutty mouth filled with it.
"Then get down and lick it!" said Abbey, pushing my face down towards the copious globs of white goo.
With my face burning red, I hauled myself towards the mess and licked.
I groaned as the salty flavor filled my mouth.
"Good girl," Abbey said. "You like that don't you?"
I didn't reply. I was too mortified.
She slapped me hard on my ass with the crop. My squeal reverberated through the room.
"Answer me when I ask you something," she demanded.
"Yes," I moaned. "Yes, I like it."
"Good girl," she said smugly.
I gobbled down all the cum, then looked up at the beautiful goddesses next to me.
"So what do you say now we've done all this to you?" Maria asked, her hands on her hips.
"Thank you?" I ventured.
"Right answer," she replied.
Hi everyone,
That's it for now - I hope that you enjoyed the story!
If you liked it, or even if you didn't, please send me a message or leave a comment. It's what authors thrive on and what keeps us writing. I choose to write out my experiences, dreams and fantasies, rather than keep them to myself, because I like to use my words to inspire feelings and emotions in others. Without feedback authors cannot know how well that has happened, or even if it has happened at all.
Although I've only got a few stories posted here, I have been writing for a few years in a number of different genres. I cannot begin to describe how motivating it has been to hear from readers who have enjoyed my work - and how helpful it has been to receive honest and constructive criticism.
Yours faithfully,
Alex
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Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust By : Archetypeangel
Disclaimer - This story is a work of fan fiction and contains adult material. If you read you agree that you are ok with adult material.
Introduction
In the depths of space team Star Fox has just defeated a brutal enemy.
"Way to go team, another one of Andross' factions destroyed!", Fox Mc Cloud exclaimed. Falco said, "They were no match for our superior firepower!", over the intercom. Then Peppy O'Hare said, "You are becoming more like your father Fox.". Shortly after Slippy came on the intercom and said, "Hey, what about me?!". The rest of the team replied by saying, "Shut up Slippy!".
Shortly after team Star Fox headed back to the ship for some rest before their next battle ...
Story
Falco, Fox and Falco were relaxing in the ship's lounge and getting close to heading to bed.
"Well guys, I am bushed ... time for me to get some sleep. Good night everyone!", Slippy said. They replied, "Night Slippy.".
Slippy walked out of the lounge and proceeds to his room to sleep.
"Looks like it's just us now.", Falco said.
Then he locked the door to the lounge so Slippy wouldn't be able to bother them. Fox was sitting all alone on the couch and looked a bit nervous.
"I think I am going to head to bed too Falco.", a noticeably shaken Fox said. "Aw, what's wrong ... afraid you will like it?", Falco said arrogantly.
A few days earlier Fox and Falco were in the ship's showers and Falco made a move on Fox. They had sex that night and since then Fox has been a bit cautious of Falco.
"Come on now, you didn't complain last time .. as I recall you loved it.", Falco said.
Falco proceeded to move his hand slowly down Fox's chest and into his pants. Fox was quivering but not resisting.
"Ah, I knew it .. I knew you loved it.", Falco said while caressing Fox.
Then grasped Fox's hot, throbbing member and felt Fox jump. Fox pushed Falco's hand away and got off the couch.
"What is your problem Falco?" Fox said. He then thought, "Why am I so turned on ... I hate how Falco treats me like a bitch. Well, it did feel great last time ... what, no I will not do that again.".
Falco sat on the couch and pulled down his pants, revealing his plump, juicy cock.
"You know you want to ... it's alright, the others don't know.", Falco said while rubbing himself. Fox was unsure of what to do and said, "I, I don't know ...". "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with wanting to.", Falco said with confidence.
Fox then proceeded hesitantly over to Falco and sat next to him on the couch. He then slowly leaned down and started to suck Falco.
"That's it, I knew you couldn't resist.", Falco said with arrogance.
Falco placed his hand on Fox's head and moved him closer and closer each pass. Fox was loving having Falco's huge member inside his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, moving up and down from top to bottom. Falco then put his hand under Fox's chin and raised his head up. Fox had spit drooling from his lips to Falco's cock.
"Now then shall we move to the next part?", Falco asks.
Falco bends Fox over on the couch and slowly pulls down his pants.
"Wa..wait Falco.", Fox whimpered. "Don't worry Fox, you will like it.", Falco replied.
Falco slowly licks Fox's ass and sees Fox's tail jump up. Fox bites down on his lip to try and keep from letting out his cries of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good Falco.", Fox yells in pleasure. "I knew you would love it Fox. Let's keep going ...", Falco said.
Falco licks his finger and slowly pushes it inside of Fox's tight and warm body.
"Uhn, Fa..Falco be gentle ...", Fox cries.
Falco then pulls his finger out and leans over to talk in Fox's ear.
"I want you to tell me that you want me.", he whispers. Fox, "I, I don't know Falco ..".
Falco straddles Fox from behind and pours lube on Fox's ass. He then grabs his member and slowly rubs it on Fox's ass.
"Tell me you want it Fox.", Falco said. "Falco ... I .. I". "Yes?". "I want it Falco, I want you inside me!", Fox yells in shame. "That's a good boy ...", Falco said.
Falco slowly pushes himself inside of Fox and feels his tight ass quiver. Fox leans down and sticks his tail straight up, submitting himself to Falco. Falco then proceeds to pump Fox's ass faster and faster.
Fox, "Falco, your dick's so big ... you're so deep.". "Tell me that you love it bitch.". "Oh Falco .. I love it!", Fox screams.
Falco grabs Fox's tail and fucks Fox harder and harder. He then pulls out and sees Fox's gaping ass. Falco sits down and looks at Fox.
"Come here ..", he says.
Fox sits up and then slowly slide down on to Falco's member. Falco begins to fuck Fox again and grabs Fox's cock.
"Want me to make you come Fox?", Falco asks.
"Yes, oh god yes.", Fox exclaims.
Falco begins to stroke Fox's cock as he pounds his ass. A short while after Falco feels Fox's ass tighten and his cock begin to quiver.
Fox, "Oh .. Fal.. Fal ... ooohhhh!".
Fox shoots his creamy spooge all over Falco's hand and his chest.
Falco, "Who fucks you the best Fox?". "You do.". "Tell me I am the only one you want to fuck you.", Falco said. Fox replied in Ecstasy, "You are the only one I want to fuck me Falco.". "Good boy", Falco said in pride.
Falco feels that he is about to cum and pulls Fox off of him.
"I want you to swallow all of this.", Falco demanded.
Fox kneels down in front of Falco and opens his mouth eagerly. Falco's cock explodes with spooge and fills Fox's mouth. Fox then swallows it all and begins to wag his tail.
"I told you, you would love it.", Falco said.
The End
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Dee moaned softly as she slid her hand over my chest. I smile, watching the sunlight move across the ceiling. From the street, I can hear the garbage truck rolling by.
Last night's rain had given way to a very nice day. Dee sighs softly as she sleeps, my hand petting her head gently.
It was finally getting warm out. I'd have the check my air conditioner, talk to my landlord about installing it into the window. I'll have to make sure Dee was at Jenny's that day.
Dee moans softly as I look down at her, seeing her open her eyes as she rest her chin on my chest. She smiles. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
I smile back. "Morning Dee. Sleep well?"
She giggles and nods, nuzzling my chest. "Mmm, I'm still tingling." I scratch her ears gently as she sighs, moving up and kissing my lips gently.
"Mmmm". I smile and pet her gently. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask, running my fingers though her hair.
Dee moans softly, kissing my neck as she reaches down and grabs my soft cock, rubbing gently. "I don't wanna leave this bed Daddy" she whispers lustfully.
I moan softly as I feel Dee playing with my cock, smiling as I kiss her nose gently. "I would love nothing more baby... but you know I have school."
She whines softly and lies down, burying her face in my chest. "Noooooo." She peaks up at me with one eye. "I don't like your school. It ruins my horny."
I laugh and pull Dee up, kissing her deeply. She moves her hips, grinding my crotch gently as I pet her, smiling.
"I have some time..." I whisper softly. Dee giggles and kisses me as I press my hard cock against her.
After class, I make my way home, stopping at the Farmer's Market to buy Dee some fresh vegetables. I stop and look around, feeling the warm breeze on my face.
God I love this time of year.
It's warm, everyone is coming out from their homes and stretching after a cold winter all huddled up... It feels nice.
As I'm making my way home, I stop, hearing a crash in the alley. I look down, seeing a knocked over trash can and a blur.
Damn rats in this city. I look around. I've heard they get as big as cats, but considering how big I saw Kit get... well I'd rather not mess with any rats.
Later, I sit with Jenny at her table, waiting for Dee. She'd wanted to show off her cooking skills, so we decided to have a nice dinner with friends.
Kit, dressed as a rather provocative maid girl, smiles and pours some wine for Jenny before leaving into the kitchen.
"You're wondering about the dress?" She asks, obviously seeing me staring.
I turn and chuckle. "Ok, that's kind of weird."
"I like it" she says with a shrug, sipping her drink. "I think she's cute."
"I'm not arguing. But where did you get it?"
"It's custom made. I just had to take her measurements."
"That must have cost a fortune!"
She laughs. "She's worth every cent." Kit comes back with some salads and curtsies a bit before disappearing quickly into the kitchen.
I lean in as Jenny tastes the salad. "Do you think... you know" I ask, nodding towards the kitchen.
"For Dee?"
I nod. "I'll pay of course."
She smirks. "You should try the salad. Dee did a great job."
I smile and pick up my fork, starting to eat.
After we finish eating dinner, Kit cleans up the table as Dee comes in, wearing only a chefs hat and apron as I shoot a look at Jenny who turns away innocently.
"Well" Dee asked softly. "Was everything acceptable?"
I chuckle at her modesty. "It was fantastic. I must remember to come back for more." I joked.
Jenny giggles and raises her glass. "Here, here. My compliments to the chef."
Dee giggles as the fur on her face bristles a bit, a sign that she's blushing. "Well" she hesitates a moment and glances at me. "Kit says a chef who does a good job gets a nice tip."
"Oh does she?" I glance at Kit who giggles and hides beside Jenny. "Well, maybe you should ask Jenny for a tip first."
"Ok" Jenny says quickly. "Dee, take Matt home, and fuck some sense into him."
My jaw drops as Kit hides her face, laughing hysterically. Dee's fur bristles more as she looks away, playing with her apron.
I shake my head and glare at Jenny. "If you want us to leave you and Kit to whatever game you have, you just gotta say so."
Jenny just smiles. "We were going to anyways." Kit squeaks in surprise as Jenny's hand moves under her small skirt. "We just wanted to remain civil right Kit?"
Kit looks down, blushing a bit as her breathing increases. "Yes mistress" she says softly.
Jenny licks her lips. "Unless you want to watch?" She looks at me as I gulp.
I stand before my erection can become evident and walk to Dee. "Then we'd better go. Come on Dee." I say softly as she nods, unable to take her eyes off Jenny and Kit as Kit whimpers softly.
"Dee." I scold. "Come on."
Dee nods and takes my arm as we leave quickly, hearing Kit squeal in pleasured surprises as we hurry down the hall to my apartment.
As soon as I close the door Dee grabs me, pressing me to the door and kisses me deeply. "Mm!" is all I manage, touching her sides gently. She coos and breaks the kiss, nuzzling my neck as she pants softly.
"Ohh Daddy" she whispers. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Kit wouldn't stop."
Kit wouldn't stop? I pause, holding Dee as she whines softly, trying to undo my pants. I grab her hands. "What did you mean by that?"
Dee moans and licks my chin gently. "I don't know. Please Daddy..."
I hold her gently. "No, really Dee." She whines softly and stops, panting a bit as she looks up at me. "What do you mean Kit wouldn't stop?"
Dee sighs, running her hand under my shirt. "While I was making dinner... Kit kept teasing me."
Dee pulls my shirt up, kissing my chest. I chuckle a bit. "Wait, Kit was touching you?"
"Mmhm." She says softly, tugging my shirt off. "I think she really liked the maid skirt Miss Jenny gave her. She kept saying how naughty she felt."
"Ohh damn" I say softly. Dee giggles and undoes my belt.
"Mmm, Daddy. You got so hard." She leans in, kissing my ear gently. "Does the thought of me and Kit playing turn you on?" she whispers.
Damn, I hate how perceptive she is.
She giggles and slides her hand into my pants, grabbing my cock and pulling me though the living room. "I bet if I tell you more I can get you to cum."
I groan. "Dee, you keep rubbing me like that and I'll cum."
Dee smiles and squeezes my cock gently as we enter the bedroom. She climbs onto the bed backwards and pulls my pants down, kissing down my front gently. "Well I don't want that yet" she coos. She rubs my cock gently and leans in, kissing the head gently. "Actually, Kit mentioned she was curious as to how big you are."
I groan. Dee giggles and looks up. "I just felt your cock swell a bit." She kisses gently down the shaft. "Mmmm, I bet you'd like to hear what Kit did to me tonight. I'm surprise you didn't hear us over dinner."
Well shit, now I need to know what happened. "Ok Dee. You win. I gotta know what happened." I touch her head gently as she smiles.
"Well..." Dee moans softly as she glances up at me. "It started after Kit had given you the salads." She blushes a bit as she moves up. "I was in my apron, and as Kit came in, she pinched my butt."
"Awww, no way" I say softly as Dee giggles, kissing my chin.
"Mmhm" She says softly, kissing along my neck as she presses her body to mine. "I'm surprised you didn't hear me." She kisses along my jaw and coos as I touch her back. "So, while we were in there, I was trying to cook, but Kit kept touching me" she whispers, her breathing growing heavy as she tells her story.
"Alright..." I say softly, sliding my hand to her butt and cupping her, pulling her hips to mind as she squeaks softly. "So, what else did that cat do to my baby girl?"
Dee coos as her fur bristles, looking down. "Well she wouldn't stop. And while I was standing there, she just kept rubbing my butt and my legs..." She moans softly as I squeeze her butt, shifting a bit as she kisses my ear. "I told her I needed to focus, so... she st-tartered.." she stops short and whimpers as I touch under the base of her tail..
I chuckle. "You needed to focus..."
She huffs and whimpers. "Instead of stopping, she starts rubbing my p-pussy" she stammered a bit, biting her lip as she presses back, pushing her butt to my hand as I scratch gently. "Ahmm... She... Kit... she came up behind me... mmm." Dee licks her lips and nuzzles my neck. "She started playing with me. S-she was rubbing my pussy... and playing with my br-r-reast..."
"Mmm." I kiss Dee's shoulder, sliding my hand along her butt and touching her slit as she moans louder.
She pants softly as her fingers scratch at my back. "Oh Daddy... Mmm... Kit... Kit played with me... She made me c-cum... But..." She looks into my eyes, licking her lips as she pants softly "It's still not as good as you"
I moan softly and lean in, kissing Dee deeply as I lay her back. Dee moans and kisses back, arching her back as she wiggles a bit under me.
"Oh god" she whimpers, kissing and nuzzling my neck. "I'm so hot daddy! I need you inside me."
Groaning, filled with animal lust, I spread Dee's legs and grip my cock as she whimpers. "Ohh yes Daddy." I lean in, letting my cock slide in as I lay down, hilting myself inside Dee as she gasps softly. "Ohhh that's it... That feeeels incredible."
I groan and kiss Dee deeply, moving my hips as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. I press my body to hers as I thrust harder, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room as Dee bounces against me. She wraps her legs around me, pulling my close as she nuzzles my neck, nipping gently.
"Ohh shit Dee... mmmm." I kiss her chest gently as she squeaks. I groan louder as I hold Dee close, feeling her trembling as she nears orgasm.
Dee let out a squeak with each thrust. "Oh Daddy! I'm cumming!" she cries out into my ear, gripping her close as I bury my cock inside her.
"Mmm, Dee" I pant out as my cock swells, spraying my warm seed into Dee. I stop and lay down, feeling Dee panting underneath me.
Dee smiles and kisses my neck. "Ohhh Daddy, I can feel your cock shooting cum into me" she whispers.
I groan. I didn't just cum in her did I? I push myself up as Dee coos, squeezing her pussy around my cock as I groan softly.
"Ohhh no.. Dee I'm sorry I should have pulled out I was just so into it..." I stammer out quickly.
Dee giggles softly and kisses my nose. "It's ok Daddy" she says softly. "I've wanted this for so long." She sighs softly and pulls me back down, nipping my ear.
"Well... I suppose once is alright... Since you're not in heat."
Dee murrs softly and sucks on my earlobe, moving her hips a bit as we start fucking once again.
I spent the next few days a little anxious. Damn schools and parents, the shove the idea that if you make one mistake during sex you'll pay for it the rest of your life. I know the odds, and I know that since Dee enters heat, she most likely isn't fertile the rest of the month.
Still... it's hard to ignore things like that. Dee certainly wasn't worried. If anything, my cumming inside her reinvigorated her passion. She kept saying how good it felt...
I'm sure I'm missing something.
Thankfully, as a mixed blessing, Dee came into heat about a week about she'd first told me the story of Kit and her playing. As I was coming home I couldn't help but smile. I was curious as to see how Dee would behave in heat if Kit was making a move.
I knock on Jenny's door as it's opened and a flash of fur pounces me. I hit the floor with a thud and groan.
"Dee... Ow..."
"Not Dee."
I look up as Kit giggles. "You took your time."
I blink. "Do I even want to know why you pounced me?"
"Dee's tied up." She jumps up and grabs my arms, pulling me up." Come on, hurry."
"Ow. Hey!" She drags me inside as I try to keep my footing.
"Come on" she urged. She knocks the door open and pulls me in as I stumble forward.
I turn and look at Kit. "Damn it Kit would you cool it! What is the big rush?" She points as the bed as I turn, seeing Dee tied spread eagle and whimpering softly. "Dee!" I move over and start to untie her arms.
"Ooohh Daddy... No, no" Dee panted out softly.
"She asked me to tie her up" Kit said softly, moving towards me as she runs her hand along Dee's thigh. Dee shivers and moans softly, lifting her hips to Kits touch as I look between them.
"She asked you?" I look at Dee. "Why?"
"It feels nice Daddy" she said softly, biting her lip as she looks up at me.
"She's been waiting for you all day. She's been going at it all day."
"I was wearing Kit out" Dee said proudly. Kit glares at her as Dee giggles and shifts, rubbing her legs together as best she can. "I wanted to wait for you Daddy."
I touch Dee's hair softly as she coos, trying to nuzzle me. From behind, kit grabs my shirt and starts trying to undress me. "Come on. Mistress says this is every man's fantasy."
I chuckle as Kit strips me quickly, pressing up to my back as Dee looks on longingly. Kit slides her hand down my stomach and touches my swelling cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Now, I want to see why Dee's always wanting you" Kit says softly, nipping at my ear. She starts rubbing my cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Damn Kit... That's nice..." I groan as she slides her hand into my boxers and grabs my cock. "Where the hell did you learn all this?"
She giggles softly. "Mistress likes to watch movies with me. Usually it's just girls, but sometimes they have a guy."
I groan as Kit jerks me off slowly. I knew Kit had changed Jenny, but I didn't think it was that much.
I'm brought back to reality as Kit squeezes my cock gently, cooing into my ear as Dee whimpers from the bed. She strains against her bonds as Kit giggles, looking over my shoulder down at her.
"Ohhh, does Dee wanna play too" Kit teased gently, pulling my boxers down to expose my cock. Dee squeaks and nods as Kit rubs my cock harder, kissing my shoulder. "Mmm, I can feel now why Dee likes you so much." She giggles softly and smirks down at Dee. "He is big."
Dee whines softly and tries to move towards the edge of the bed. She looks up at me with pleading eyes as she licks her lips.
"Oohhh Kit... don't tease me!" she pants out softly. "Please Daddy... it's too much... I'm so hot right now." She arches her back and pants softly.
Kit giggles and pulls away, moving to the edge of the bed and runs her hand along Dee's leg. Dee gasps and lifts her hips. Kit cups her pussy and giggles.
"Kit, stop teasing." I say softly.
Kit turns and glances at me. "What?"
"Stop teasing her." I say softly, touching Dee's hair gently as she coos.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. "Please touch me." I smirk at Kit and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in and kissing Dee's chest gently. She squeaks and arches her back as Kit sits back, watching.
I slid my hand down and rubs Dee's hips gently as I start licking and sucking on her soft breast, enticing soft moans and squeaks from her. Before long I start rubbing her crotch, my finger moving along her slit, her hips rising and falling with each stroke. "Ohhh yesss! Daddy!" Dee whispers.
I smile and bite gently onto Dee's nipple as she squeaks loudly. I chuckle and glance at Kit, her hand buried between her legs as she watches Dee and I.
I turn back and smile at Dee before I start kissing her cleavage as she gasps softly. She starts to coo and giggle softly as I continue to play with her crotch and breast.
"Ohhh Daddy... I can't take it anymore... Please..."
I nibble Dee's breast gently as I reach up and pull down on the rope, letting her hand free as she quickly unties her other, sitting up and moving towards me. She cups my head and starts kissing me passionately as I kiss back.
Groaning, I undo the ropes on her legs, setting her free as she sighs softly. "Mmmm" Her eyes meet mine, glistening with lust before she pounces me, straddling my waist.
She growls softly and leans down, licking my neck as she holds my shoulders with one hand as she grabs my cock with the other. With a soft sigh she slips my cock into her warm folds, shivering slightly. I slid my hands along her sides and legs as she moans, kissing my cheeks softly.
Wish a soft moan Dee sits up, her hips shifting as I feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I groan and smile up at her, rubbing her hips as she smiles back.
"Mmmmm" She moans softly as she starts to move. I groan, pulling on her hips as my cock slides in and out with each gentle thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck Daddy" Dee whimpers. She slides her hands onto my chest as she leans forward, lifting and thrusting her hips harder on my cock. I groan at the increase as I feel Dee's pussy milking my cock harder.
From behind, a soft yelp fills the room. Dee and I both look over as Kit tenses up, leaning against the headboard. She cries out as Dee giggles softly.
"Oooo, Kit's cumming just from watching us..." Dee says softly. I chuckle, watching Kit's fingers digging at her pussy as she pants softly, trying to recover from her orgasm.
Dee sighs softly as she starts moving her hips forcefully again, thrusting onto my cock as I groan. I quickly focus back onto her as I reach up and start playing with her breast, pinches her nipples as she squeaks.
"Ohhh yessss" she hisses out, bucking against my cock like an animal as I slide my hands around to her back, pulling Dee down and kissing her deeply. Our tongues play over each others as I scratch along Dee's spine gently. She arches her back and groans, her hips rising and falling quickly as she breaks the kiss, panting. I kiss along Dee's neck as she moans, gripping the sheets on the bed.
Gently, I start caressing her soft butt as she whimpers. I rub gently, my hands moving with each thrust as Dee pants into my ear.
"Mmmm, Daddy... Oooooo I'm close..."
I smile and nibble her ear as she coos softly. I feel her tense up suddenly with a loud squeak as I lay back.
"Dee?" I ask, a little worried.
She bites her lip, her eyes closes tightly as she arches her back. I look down, hearing Kit giggle softly.
Behind Dee, Kit kneels, her paws touching my hands as she caress Dee's butt. Kit leans in and licks along Dee's butt crack as Dee moans loudly, trembling in my arms.
I start lifting my hips, fucking Dee forcefully as she cries out. Kit moans softly and starts licking as Dee's ass and pussy, occasionally running her rough tongue over my cock as I grunt.
Dee and I move faster, both of us approaching orgasm quickly as Kit licks gently at Dee's crotch. I groan and buck against Dee as she claws gently at the bed, moaning into my ear.
"Ohhh! Ooooo fuck... Ohh Daddy" She nibbles at my neck passionately as she whimpers. "I'm going to cum... Please..." she begged softly. "Make me cum!"
I groan and buck against her harder as she tenses up. I rub her back gently and arch into her, burying my cock into her as she cries out. I feel her tense up as she starts cumming, feeling her hot pussy grow even hotter.
I grunt, feeling my own orgasm close as Dee gasps and coos. "Yess! Cum inside me Daddy! Mmmmm f-f-fuck me!"
I groan and buck harder against Dee, feeling her grinding her crotch to mine. "Mmm, I'm close Dee" I pant out. I arch by back and lift my hips as she moans loudly.
I feel my cock swell as Kit sits up, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock and pulling me out of Dee's pussy as she cries out in protest. "Kit!" I groan softly as I feel Kit take the head of my cock into her mouth, licking gently.
Dee turns, whines softly as I bite my lip, pumping my cum into Kit's mouth as she moans softly. She starts rubbing my sac gently, urging more out as I lay back, panting softly.
Dee whines and grinds her hips along the length of my cock. "Ohhhhh Kit you bitch" she said, panting softly. "You stole my cum!"
Kit licks her lips and leans back. "Mmmmmm, not bad." Dee pouts and looks down at me as I chuckle, still a little drained from the sensations. "Mistress still tastes better" she said softly, sitting back and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Damn it" she whimpers softly, reaching down and touching her pussy gently. "Please Daddy... will you fuck me again?"
I nod and groan. "I Will Dee. I'm going to fuck you." She smiles down at me as Kit kisses my crotch gently.
"Will you fuck me too?" Kit asks softly.
I chuckle and look down at her as Dee turns. "I don't know Kit, I think Jenny might get mad."
Kit giggles and rubs my cock gently. "Mistress doesn't have to know."
Dee cooes softly. I smile up at her. "What do you say Dee? You wanna watch me fuck Kit?"
Dee shakes her head and leans down, pushing Kit back with her butt. "Nooo" she whines softly. "You're mine." she pants softly, grinding her crotch against mine. "I'm s-soo horny Daddy. Kit can have you when I'm not in heat."
I smile and kiss Dee's lips gently, running my fingers though her hair. "My Sweet Dee..."
She smiles and nibbles my neck gently. "Come on... fuck me Daddy... I'm still dripping."
I groan and hold Dee's shoulders gently and slid her off, causing her to whimper softly. "I know baby girl" I kiss her nose gently. "Let me get a drink so you don't fuck me dry alright?"
I climb off the bed as Dee sighs and curls up and I go into the kitchen. I quickly dig in the cabinet for a glass and get some tap water, downing it quickly. I hate to go though Jenny's place like that, but damn... I can't fuck up now.
It's amamzing, the amount of pressure suddenly. Most guys dream of something like this... two girls... no, two beautiful girls...
I sigh and lean against the counter. It takes a lot of energy. Dee's enough of a handful, and she's horny enough... Now with Kit...
I chuckle and shake my head. I'm 22. There is no fucking way I'm not going to pull this off.
I quickly down another glass of water and take a deep breath. Back into the frying pan I think to myself.
I walk out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, freezing in my tracks as the sounds of soft moans and groans fill the room.
On the bed, Kit lays on top of Dee, licking her pussy furiously as Dee moans. Dee, underneath in the sixty-nine position, rubs at Kit's butt and buries her muzzle in Kit's crotch. I stare, watching in the door as Kit and Dee, panting and moaning and squeaking, continue their oral assaults on each other.
I sit on the edge of the bed, groaning softly as I rub my hardening cock, watching the bisexual display before me. Dee leans back and pants softly, her eyes meeting mine as she smirks, licking her lips before burying her face back in Kit's pussy, enticing louder moans from her.
I reach out, gently touching Kit's butt as she coos. Dee moans softly and nips Kit's clit as I lean in, kissing gently along Kit's soft curves. Kit leans her head back and gasps, looking back and smiling at us.
"Unless you're going to fuck me" Kit teased, moving her hips from side to side "then I wouldn't suggest teasing me."
I chuckle and sit back, looking down at Dee. She slips her fingers into Kit's pussy and giggles as Kit visibly shivers and coos softly.
"Sorry Daddy... Kit's a little full right now." Dee giggles and licks her lips. "You'll just have to fuck me again."
I chuckle and move around, spreading her legs as Kit looks up at me. "Come on Matt" she says softly, spreading Dee's glistening pussy with her fingers. I lift Dee's hips as Kit grabs my cock and guild in me.
We both moan loudly as my cock sinks into her velvet warmth. I groan softly as I feel our crotches meet, Kit moving up and kissing my chest as I hold Dee's legs. Kit kissing along my chest gently as I start thrusting in and out of Dee forcefully, causing her to squeak each time my cock disappeared inside her.
"Ohh Daddy... Yes... harder! Fuck me!" Dee cried out as I start fucking her faster. Kit smiles at me and leans down, kissing Dee's clit as she moans loudly.
Suddenly, Dee gasps and lifts her hips. I look down, seeing Kit's fingers running along Dee's butt. She chuckles softly. "Ohhh does little Dee like her ass being played with?" she teased.
Dee moans loudly. "Kit!" she said loudly, protesting. "Not in front of Daddy!" She whines and moans as I start fucking her pussy again, picking up my pace as Kit's teasing makes Dee's sexy moans even louder.
I groan and lean forward a bit, picking up my pace as Dee moans and arches her back. "Yesss! That's it Daddy... fuck me! F-fuck me!" she cries out. I grunt and groan, humping against Dee like a madman as I feel the pressure building up inside.
"Oooo, fuck Dee. I'm close." I groan out, looking down as Kit smiles up to me.
"Wanna watch this Matt?" Kit said softly. I groan and look down as Kit holds Dee's legs up, exposing her pussy and ass, her fingertip playing over Dee's ass hole.
"Kit..." Dee panted out softly. "Please... no..."
Kit giggles softly as she slips her fingertip into Dee's ass. Dee tenses up and cries out, her pussy tensing up around my cock. "Ohh f-f-f-fuck! Ahhhhh!"
I groan and continue fucking Dee as she orgasms. I can feel her trembling as Kit holds her down against the bed. Kit coos softly as she moves her fingertip in and out of Dee's ass, Dee's hips bucking as she gasps and sighs.
I groan and slow down, humping slowly as Dee lays back, Kit pulling her finger out and leaning down, kissing Dee's clit. "Mmmm, that sounded like a good one."
Dee squeaks softly in responds as Kit sits up, straddling Dee's face as she looks down and giggles. "Come on baby... I made you cum..." A deep purr came from kit's throat as she leans forward, kissing me gently. "Now it's my turn."
"Oooo... Daddy" Dee says softly.
I start fucking Dee again, moving harder, grunting with each thrust, her soft moans muffled as she grabs Kit's ass and buries her face in Kit's crotch. Kit moans softly and breaks the kiss as she starts moving her hips, humping Dee's face.
The three of us continued our climb to orgasm as Kit started yowling loudly. I groan and pant for air as I slam into Dee's pussy, biting my lip as I try to prolong the pleasure.
I feel Dee trembling as her pussy squeezes around my cock. Kit, humping harder at Dee's mouth, pants and meows loudly. "Ohhhh gooood... Mmmmrow!"
Kit arches forward, grinding against Dee's face as Dee moans loudly. Kit pants softly as she slows down, savoring her afterglow as Dee lays her head back and squeaks.
"Harder! Harder Daddy! I'm cumming again!" She cries out, trembling and tensing as I rub her leg. She arches her back and gasps out, her pussy tensing up again as I grind my crotch to her.
Kit slips off Dee's face and slides next to her, both of them panting softly as Dee turns her head, kissing Kit's cheek gently. I pick up my pace once again, slamming into Dee's tight pussy. Kit and Dee kiss and moan softly, Kit emitting a deep purr from her throat as I groan loudly.
"Mmm shit... I'm going to cum." I quickly pull out of Dee's pussy as she whimpers softly. I move next to the two girls, gripping my cock as they both coo softly.
Kit and Dee both take a hold of my cock as Kit starts sucking on the head. Dee jerks my shaft gently as I groan and smile. Dee kisses and nibbles Kit's neck before Kit stops sucking, passing my cock to Dee as Dee quickly swallows as much of my cock in her mouth as she can.
"Mmm, here it comes!" I cry out, feeling the pressure explode from inside. Kit and Dee moan out as my cock pulsates, shooting my cum out across their faces as Dee squeaks in surprise. Kit quickly leans in, sucking gently as I shoot another stream of cum into her mouth.
Kit's sighs and leans back as Dee sits up and kisses along my cock, my cum dripping onto her cheek as she moans softly. Both girls start kissing and licking my cock and balls as I groan, touching Dee's head gently as she coos.
Fucking beautiful, I think to myself.
Kit moans softly and starts licking Dee's neck, cleaning my cum off her as Dee squeaks and moans softly. Dee moans softly and kisses Kit's lips gently, moaning at the taste before, leaning in and cleaning my cum of Kit's face.
Ok... NOW, it's fucking beautiful.
I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing Dee's crotch gently as the two girls absentmindedly make out with each other, Dee nuzzeling Kit as Kit purrs loudly.
"What the fuck?!"
All three of us look up, starlted, seeing Jenny standing in the doorway.
"Jenny?!" I cry out, quickly looking around for my clothes.
Dee squeaks loudly and grabs the sheets, covering herself.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jenny demanded, stepping up to me as I desperately tried to get my pants on.
"Now wait a minute, I can explain" I protested, falling back on the bed as I grab my pants.
"You were sleeping with Kit! Matt... Get the fuck out!" She cried out, pointing to the door.
"Kit dragged me into this!" I said, trying to calm her down.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were protesting everything!"
"No, Jenny, it's not like that..."
"No, Matt, get the fuck out of my apartment!"
I grab Dee and my shirt as we both hurry out of the apartment.
Seconds later I lock the door behind me as Dee giggles, leaning against the wall. We both pant softly as she looks at me.
"That was fun" She says softly.
"Jenny is beyond pissed." I look down, wondering if I had been thinking with the wrong head again.
Dee steps up, leaning in as she smiles. "It'll be alright Daddy." Her hand touches my side gently as our eyes meet. "Jenny won't be mad long." She lean in closer and slides her hands into mine. "She's probably mad Kit got to your first."
I chuckle, despite myself. Dee smiles up at me as I move in, kissing her deeply. I move my hands to her hips, pulling Dee closer as she moans softly.
"Daddy" she whispers, nipping my ear gently. "I'm still horny."
The next morning Dee nuzzles my neck as I run my hand along her side. I can feel her soft fur under my hand as I pet her gently.
Dee sighs gently as her eyes flutter open. She smiles and nuzzles up to my neck, kissing softly. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
"Morning baby" I whisper back, kissing her forehead. "You sleep well?"
She nods and slide on top of me, kissing my lips gently. "I always sleep well after you fuck me raw." She giggles softly as she sits up, straddling my stomach. "Mmmm, I'm still tingling."
I chuckle and sit up with her, kissing her chest softly as my hand scratches along her spine. "Hmmm, come on. Let's get some breakfast."
Dee giggles softly and slides back, slipping off the bed and brushing her fur a bit. I lean over, pinching her butt gently as she squeaks. "Daddy!" She giggles and leans in, kissing me gently.
A loud knock at the door turns me away from the breakfast Dee had made. I glance at her as she shrugs a bit, before I stand, opening the door.
Jenny stands there, dressed for work as I step back. "Hi Jenny." I suddenly realize I'm only in my boxers as I look away. "Let me get a shirt."
"I've already seen more Matt, let me say what I came to say."
I stand, looking at Jenny as she sighs. "I don't know what possessed you to try and have sex with Kit..."
"It was her." I protested quietly, looking away. "She dragged me in."
"She mentioned that, but that still doesn't make it ok."
I tilt my head. "I don't..."
Jenny holds her hands up. "Don't... just..." She sighs. "I don't know why I'm trying to make this point. You just don't get it."
"Jenny I'm sorry. I didn't know. You never said anything before."
"I should have had to!" She snapped at me. "I shouldn't have had to Matt."
She turns and starts to walk as I lean against the door. She stops suddenly and turns. "What if you had found me in bed with Dee and Kit... what would you have felt?"
She didn't let me answer. She walked away before I could think.
I close the door and sit down, looking at Dee as she smiles.
The days continued to pass quietly as I spent a lot of my time dwelling on Jenny's question. If I had found her with Dee, what would I have said? What would I have done?
I know what my first impulse was. Hell yes, as long as you let me watch. Better yet, let me join. But Jenny is at least ten years older. I mean, she attractive...
I wouldn't mind Jenny if she'd been in bed with Dee. Jenny's our friend... I know she's a lesbian... or, at least she bisexual. I think... With Kit...
A few days later I sat in the park, watching people jogging or going past. It's one hell of a situation. My neighbor hates me for sleeping with her cat...
Fuck man...
Finally, it hits me. It wasn't the fact that I slept with Kit, it was the fact Kit had slept with me.
It wasn't a question weather or not Jenny or I sleep with Dee or Kit or any combination there in... but it's just the fact that Kit, someone Jenny loved, was sleeping with someone else.
What if I had found Dee in bed with some other guy... What would I have done? I'd have thrown him out the fucking window.
I sigh and lean forward on the bench. So this is how Jenny has felt. Fuck me... That was terrible.
I quickly jump off the bench and hurry home. Well, after a quick stop at the liquor store. I get Jenny a bottle of wine, the only thing I can guess would make a nice peace offering.
I hurry though my building, grabbing Dee out of the apartment. "Daddy? What are you doing?"
"I'm making peace with Jenny. Come on." I knock on Jenny's door as Kit answers. She sees me and looks down at the ground, her ears laying back against her head.
"Hi Matt, hi Dee' She says softly.
"Jesus Kit what's wrong with you" I say softly. "What if that wasn't us?"
"Sorry" she whispers.
"Whatever, where's Jenny?"
From the next room, Jenny calls out. "Let them in Kit."
I step past as Kit closes the door, Dee moving next to her and nuzzling her neck. I stop, seeing Jenny sitting on her couch. "What do you want Matt?"
"What you said, about Kit..." I sigh, putting the bottle of wine on the table. "I understand how you feel..."
"You have no idea how I feel."
"No I do I do... It's exactly how I would feel if I found Dee with some other guy. I'd have gone insane..." I look at the ground, taking a deep breath. "I've done some stupid shit in my life, but this is something... This was the worst."
Jenny glares at me. "Did you enjoy it?"
I look up, surprised. "Jenny..." I sigh, knowing I had to say the truth. "It was incredible."
She sighs, taking a minute. Time seems to drag as I wait for something.
"Would you do it again?"
I stop. There was no way that was an offer. "No..." I say, looking at Jenny. "I have Dee..."
"So you wouldn't fuck Kit again?"
I shift a bit. This could go bad very quickly. "Not without you knowing." I say softly. "Because if you did the same with Dee..."
From behind, I hear Kit and Dee. I turn, seeing them both peaking around the wall. Dee's eyes shining as she watches me.
I turn to Jenny. "Dee's my baby. I... I don't know..." Dee walks behind me, hugging me tightly as I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. "I'm sorry Jenny. I didn't think. Kit's your baby..."
Dee and I hug gently for a moment as Jenny stands. Kit walks over worldlessly and nuzzle Jenny.
"It's not ok, you do know that?" Jenny asks.
"I know. But it won't ever happen. Kit's your baby, but I don't want anything to hurt her." I kiss Dee's forehead gently.
Jenny nods. "Kit, can you get us a couple glasses from the kitchen?"
Kit nods and smiles brightly. "Yes Mistress." She scurries off to the kitchen as I smile. Dee quickly lets go of me and pounces Jenny.
"Thank you Jenny." I say softly, walking over and hugging her gently.
"We've got the two most exotic creatures in the world. We have to watch out for them" She says softly.
I smile and nod, looking at Dee. She has no idea.
Later that night, Dee and I lay curled up on the couch, watching the television. Dee lies with her head on my chest and I play with her hair. She sighs softly and tilts her head up, kissing my chin. I chuckle and scratch her ears as she squeaks gently.
"Did you like playing with Kit and I?" she asked softly.
"Yes... I did... but I'm glad we won't do it again."
Dee sighs softly, almost disappointed. "It did feel good though."
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. "Don't worry baby. I'll make sure you keep cumming."
She giggles and nuzzles my chest, as we turn to the TV. "Oh I hate this show." She grabs the remote. "Ohh Daddy can we buy a movie tonight?"
"Come on Dee, you know I can't afford that." I look down at her as she stops and stares. I quickly turn, focusing on the television. "Holy shit..." I whisper.
On CNN, a police had circled something odd in downtown San Francisco. It looks like a raccoon, only... human.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. I squeeze her tightly, feeling her fur against my skin as goose-bumps form on my skin.
To Be Continued...
All characters Property of JK, 2006.
Comments, Suggestions and Questions Welcome.
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Sweet Dee, Chapter 3: Realization by ZeeWeazel
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4: THE SHOOT
"You have got to be shitting me." was all that Tony could muster. The man on the other end of the phone, some pencil pusher from the radio station, had just told Tony that he'd won the contest and was going to star in a porn shoot.
Tony didn't know how to feel, he wasn't even sure that he wanted to be in a porn film. He had a great sex drive, sure, but he'd always preferred something romantic and intimate.
"Son, are you still there?"
He shakes himself out of his reverie, "Yeah, yeah I'm here." "Okay, get a pen."
Tony fumbles through the stuff on his terribly messy desk and manages to locate a pencil and a scrap of paper.
"Okay."
"It's an outdoor shoot and the meet-up spot is going to be at the Fast Track truck stop where Highway 640 meets Dunnigan Lane in Milton. The time is 8:00am this Saturday. Your contact is the director, Michael O'Sullivan. Good luck kid, wish it was me, haha!" ,and with that the line went dead.
Over the next four days Tony tried to prepare himself but he really had no idea as to how to prepare. His first thought was to lift the weights that had been sitting in the corner of his bedroom and acting as a stop to hold the bathroom door open since he first moved in. He didn't want to look too badly out of shape. Secondly he contemplated on whether or not he should masturbate in the meantime. On one hand if he didn't masturbate and saved up all of that sexual energy he'd be able to go as many times as they needed him to. On the other hand maybe he should masturbate as much as possible so that he won't be likely to cum too quick. In the end he decided upon masturbating twice a day but only letting himself ejaculate once per day. In the meantime he'd watch lots of porn and try to stay aroused as much as possible.
His friends were immensely jealous but to be honest Tony had butterflies in his stomach about the whole thing. He thought about what his parents, his mom especially, would think. He thought about how girls at school would react to him after the news got out. Obviously he'd probably get a lot of skanky pussy thrown his way due to the notoriety but on the other hand many of the decent girls probably wouldn't have a thing to do with him.
Several times he felt like calling it off but the only person he'd spoken too was the guy at the radio station. After some internal debate he decided he'd go and do it, he'd have fun and get a free nut out of it and if he didn't like it he'd never do it again.
The night before the shoot his friends wanted to take him out drinking to celebrate, more likely he thought they wanted him to be hung over and not do so well so he declined. Instead he turned in early and was asleep before 9:00pm. His rest didn't last though, he ended up having an incredibly sexy dream about Raquel and woke up to the familiar feeling of ejaculation. For the first time in probably ten years he'd had a fucking wet dream.
"Are you fucking serious?" he said to himself as he stood up and removed his boxers. He tossed them into the hamper in the bathroom and put on a clean pair before returning to bed. It was useless though, now he was wide awake and thinking about what the morning would bring. On top of that he was now worried that he'd used up some of his "mojo" on that damned dream. He wanted to be a fucking stallion tomorrow, he wanted to go in there and show those porn guys how to do it. Oh well, at least he probably wouldn't bust a nut the second he stuck his dick into a hot porn starlet.
He managed to doze off for another hour or so but ended up waking up for good at 5:00am. He took a nice long shower and made sure to trim up his pubes and do a few other important grooming tasks.
At 7:30 he grabbed his coat and walked out of the door. He had a brief scare when his van nearly didn't start but eventually it did. He was at the truck stop ten minutes early and was sitting at a table sipping on a coffee when a black SUV pulled up. Out of it stepped a tanned blonde-haired girl with the highest heals he'd ever seen. Out of the driver's side door stepped a frumpy looking short little middle aged man with a mustache and some visible chest hair protruding from his half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt.
"Bingo." he muttered to himself.
The girl was attractive, pretty face at least and a nice shape but way too fake for his liking. A couple of other guys got out of the truck along with a cute little brunette with shoulder length hair.
Tony walked outside and introduced himself. They explained that they'd be doing the shoot at a secluded creek nearby and were going to be having the big blonde guy, Darrell, fuck the blonde girl first. He was a real porn star and was going to bang the hell out of her. Then they were going to introduce the "newbie" and see how well he did with a porn starlet. Tony's ears especially perked up when they explained that the cute little brunette was the on-set "fluffer" and would be giving him head while Darrell was working on Felicia, the starlet.
Not really knowing what to say Tony simply locked up his van and jumped into the SUV with them. The back area was loaded with camera equipment of all sorts and the seating was tight but he didn't really mind since he got to sit between the two girls while one of the guys pulled out a camera and interviewed him.
"So this is your first time doing anything like this right?" the interviewer asked him.
"Yes." he knew that he was coming across as visibly nervous, "Should be fun though right?" he gave a cocky smile to both girls and tried to replace his tension with bravado.
"Do you think you can fuck Felicia here as well as the professional?"
Without missing a beat Tony looks directly into the camera and brags, "I'm not a pro, but she's definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow."
From the front seat the director chuckles.
"So you're pretty confident then?"
Again without missing a beat, "I'm confident that if Felicia here can take what I've got to give her she's going to have a good time."
"Haha!" the director laughs, "I fucking love this guy, you got balls man!"
Tony finds himself suddenly filled with confidence.
"I'll tell you what, why don't we get a little behind the scenes footage and have Felicia suck my dick right now?"
He looks over at Felicia and she nods her head in approval. The director just chuckles again and tells the cameraman to get everything.
She unzips Tony's pants and pulls free his flaccid penis. Thus far his nerves have kept him from getting an erection. To counteract any perceived smallness in the size of his penis he pushes the camera up to his face and looks directly into the lens, "Don't worry, it gets a lot bigger." he smiles and winks into the camera.
Felicia pulls back his foreskin with her dainty little hands and bends over and starts to lick the head. Almost instantly it begins to grow in size. "Put it in your mouth." Tony tells her.
She complies and begins sucking up and down on the rapidly growing shaft. Before long Tony is confident that he's reached his full size. Felicia isn't the type of girl that normally does it for him and to be brutally honest she isn't doing a stellar job of sucking his cock but still his dick is in a girls mouth and being sucked on.
"Fuck, it's really fat." Felicia commented as she came up to put her hair into a ponytail.
She continued sucking his dick until they arrive at the filming location. Upon arrival she promptly stopped and got out of the car. Oh well, it's not like it even felt that great. Dick in hand Tony looked over at the little brunette next to him and smiled. He can't wait to see what she can do. Just as the camera turns off and everyone else begins to step out the little brunette leans over and gives his cock a nice big slurp. She sucks from the top to the bottom, all the while making a swirling motion with her tongue, before coming up, giving a smile, and exiting the SUV herself.
The location was a white sandy beach along a slow moving, but wide, stream. The water is very shallow and completely clear. The director and one of the other guys set to work pulling lights, cameras and all other sorts of gear out of the truck.
About thirty minutes later they were ready to go. Tony had spent most of that time sitting in the sand talking to the little "fluffer" girl. Her name was Brittany and she was also a porn starlet but she only did girl-girl scenes. She said that she was doing the fluffer bit today as a favor to the director, only because she loved sucking dick and it wasn't on camera.
About five minutes before they were ready to go she had gotten up and gone over to Darrell to start fluffing him. Tony really liked her technique and couldn't wait until he had a proper turn. They had Felicia get into the water in nothing but a torn white t-shirt and shot some photos of her while Darrell was getting hard.
The camera guy tossed Felicia a little bottle of lube and she proceeded to get her pussy nice and slippery with it. They then called in the male talent. Darrell started off by getting on top of Felicia missionary style on a sand bar. Tony was busy watching them fuck and didn't even notice Brittany walk up to him.
"Clothes off mister." she smiled.
Startled back into reality Tony quickly did as she had asked. As soon as his pants hit the sand Brittany kneeled in front of him and pulled off her shirt and bra. She had some nice perky little tits.
"You like my tits huh?" she asks Tony as he began to remove his shirt. He simply shakes his head in approval. She scoots herself closer and grabs hold of his cock. She goes in for another quick slurp like she did in the truck just to get it nice and wet and then plops it down between her tits.
"Titty fuck me while you watch." she motions toward the action in the stream.
"Yes ma'am." he smiles at her.
He thrusted his dick between her cute little tits for several minutes while Darrell was still taking Felicia missionary style. Tony could vaguely hear Darrell's grunts and Felicia's fake sounding pleasure moans. Hot a hot little brunette like Brittany not been playing with his dick it likely would have gone soft.
Brittany occasionally would grasp his penis and perform another one of her wonderful "slurp" maneuvers on it just to keep things fresh. Eventually she switched it up and started nibbling and licking on his balls while jerking his dick with her hand. All the while he kept watching as the cameraman moved around trying to get good angles of the action in the stream. Darrell and Felicia had already switched positions twice and at least ten or fifteen minutes had passed. Watching Darrell pound Felicia's well used twat doggy style he kept thinking about how he planned to just plow her as hard as he possibly could. Suddenly Brittany grabbed hold of his dick with both of her small hands and began to suck as hard as she could. It was amazing. Tony's knees nearly went weak and after about thirty second he had to remind himself that he wasn't here for a blowjob. It was one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had and his balls began to tighten.
"Stop!" he urged Brittany.
She went down for one more huge slurp before letting his cock pop free from her lips. It stood there, hard as could be, right above her cute little face. Suddenly a single shot of cum erupted from it and onto her smooth pale skin. Tony squeezed down and prevented his orgasm from going any further.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you pop." she glanced over at her director to make sure he hadn't noticed.
"It's ok, I didn't really cum. It was really close though.
He looked up to notice Darrell and Felicia changing positions again.
"Do it some more, I'll warn you if I'm going to cum." at that she smiled, wiped the single spurt from her face and went back down on his cock.
All Tony could do was throw his head back in ecstasy. That tiny little minirgasm had felt really good and he knew from experience that it would only make his final, full orgasm, all the more intense.
Another few minutes went by and another position change out of the two professionals before Brittany picked up the pace and really started working Tony's cock again. Again he felt his balls tighten and this time he thought that Brittany noticed the head of his cock swelling in her mouth. She stopped just in time for him to squeeze down and prevent a full eruption. Instead of a spurt this time a little cum just flowed out onto her tongue. She flicked her tongue at his frenelum and he nearly lost it and went into complete ejaculation but he pulled away and squeezed down harder.
"That's really fun." Brittany commented, "Never seen a guy who can do that."
"I've always been able to do that...wanna see if we can do it one more time?"
She didn't even respond but instead immediately starting licking and sucking on his balls. By this time Darrell was standing over Felicia and jerking off, Tony supposed they were trying to get the money shot so he and Brittany would have to be quick. A few moments later he felt the warm embrace of Brittany's mouth and tongue on his penis once again. Not even ten seconds later she felt him tense once again and let his dick pop free of her mouth. She kept her mouth open to catch and dribble but this time it was a shot. A single thick hot white shot that hit her in the cheek and splashed up into her hair. Tony had to squeeze down really hard and think about anything other than sex, he was so incredibly close to full-blown orgasm. After a moment of cooling down he looked down at Brittany and smiled.
"Can't do that again, I won't be able to help myself next time."
"That good huh?"
"I would love for you to make me cum, but I've got to try to show up homeboy over there." he points to Darrell, still jerking himself off.
"I know. Besides, the director wouldn't be too happy with me if I kept sucking off his talent before they were supposed to be on camera."
At that very moment the director glances over at them and notices a spot of white in Brittany's hair.
"Brittany what the fuck? Did you suck him off on purpose or is he just that quick on the draw?"
She turns toward him and he sees the rest of the shot on her face.
"It's just pre-cum Andy. He didn't really pop."
The director looks at her with disbelief then turns his attention to Tony, "I know this is all new for you but you'd better be ready in a few minutes, and by the way, this is a porn set, if you're going to pop you make sure the camera catches it ok?"
With that Andy turns back to his work, Darrell is still wanking himself off and Felicia is beneath him, making fake sounding sexy noises.
"I'll go gentle this time." Brittany says as she turns back to Tony and begins to suck his dick once again.
Finally, after what seemed to Tony to be at least five minutes of jerking himself off Darrell grunts and shoots four decent sized shots of cum onto Felicia's face. He begins to get nervous, knowing that it's almost his turn to be in front of the camera. Up until this point it's just been him standing on a beach getting a blowjob, an awesome blowjob at that. Brittany apparently senses his tensions and switches to a very gentle sucking motion and begins to caress his balls as well.
"Almost show time big boy." she says as she smiles up at him.
A few moments later Felicia is cleaned up and is kneeling in the water on all fours. It's his turn. Again dispensing tension with a surge of bravado he thanks Brittany for the amazing head and walks over and takes his place kneeling behind Felicia.
"Action!" the director cries out.
Without a second thought Tony leans forward and plunges his cock past the well-worn lips of Felicia's vulva and deep into her vagina. She grunts hard as his thickness fills her up. Tony is surprised, he'd imagined a porn starlet's pussy being a lot looser and deeper but she actually wasn't that loose, and he was hitting her cervix so she definitely wasn't that deep.
Determined to put Darrell, who was now sitting in the shade with a cocky smile on his face, to shame Tony began to hammer the poor girl like there was no tomorrow. He pounded her at least twice as hard as he'd seen old Darrell doing and she seemed to like it. Her moans were much more realistic with him and on top of that they seemed to contain a sort of surprised quality to them. Had the porn star guys not been fucking her right? This only egged him on, he pounded her even harder and in under a couple of minutes her breathing had started to get shallow and he thought he could feel the shape of your vaginal muscles changing shape. She was about to cum! The thought of making this porn starlet get off when even seasoned professionals couldn't got him extremely excited, so excited that he began to notice his own climax rapidly approaching.
"Can I cum in you?" he asked sort of under his breath.
"Yes. Don't stop!" Felicia moaned.
With each thrust he could feel her pussy gripping his dick even tighter until finally he felt them relax and then begin to spasm. Felicia moaned harder than he'd ever heard a girl moan before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she temporarily lost her balance, dunking her tits into the cool water. As Tony's cock began to spurt his hot white cream deep into her lady parts her legs began to shake and she nearly collapsed from pleasure. He wasn't letting her go anywhere though. He grabbed her hips and held her up and kept pounding straight through his orgasm.
Tony looked up and saw Brittany standing behind to the left of the director. She gave him a little smile and pumped her fist in a cheer. He wasn't done though, not by a long shot. Still in a state of bliss from his first climax Tony continued to push his tender member deeper and deeper into Felicia's now sopping wet box. She moaned with every single push. He pushed slower for a minute, just to let her super sensitive pussy feel all of the curves and contours of his still rock-hard cock.
"Alright girl, you ready for the big finale'? he asked.
She simply moaned her acceptance. His grip on her hips tightened and he began to fuck her hard once again. Their coupling was now producing a wet slapping sound and it was turning both of them on. The director caught sight of something white and foamy on Tony's cock.
"Holy fuck did you just creampie her?"
"Damn right," Tony said, staring directly into the camera, "and I'm about to do it again."
"Oh yes!" Felica moaned at the top of her lungs, "Cum in me again, cum in me, cum in me!"
With that he felt her pelvic floor muscles contract and nearly push him out but he was having none of it. He pushed the rapidly swelling head of his dick past them, deep into her cunt and unloaded for a second time. This time was a ball-drainer. He emptied everything into her.
With that Tony leaned forward, dick still firmly buried into her cunt and kissed Felicia on the cheek and spoke into her ear, "Hope you enjoyed that." He made sure to still say it loud enough for the mics to catch it. He stood up and with a sloppy sound his pecker popped free of her still spasming puss. He was still very hard and his manhood was covered with his and her cum.
As he walked toward the beach he shot the camera a wink and made his hand into a gun and pretended like he was shooting it then just kept on walking.
"Holy shit son! That was incredible."
Tony just kept on walking past him. He approached Brittany who promptly dropped to her knees.
"I'm serious kid, you want a job you've got a fucking job!"
"Tony grabbed his own dick and put it down into Brittany's mouth, she eagerly slurped at the plethora of boy and girl cum covering it. Tony kicked back his head and enjoyed the post-climax oral sex. After a moment he turned to Andy, "We'll talk."
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Randy
On the school bus, I'd learned to sit near the front. Right behind the driver if possible. Outside, it was different. In the open air, I was a sitting duck. The bus was easy. Sit by the decent kids and close to the driver and the troublemakers had a line they couldn't cross without at least *some* penalties. And after my mom started driving me to school everyday that last half year, the bus was no problem.
It was everything else- lunches, study halls, recesses, gym classes, the few minutes between periods, *and* after-school activities. All worse. The bus was just the appetizer and dessert of shit on the cake of crap I was forced to eat every day. The worst part was that when I hit fourth grade, all the kids who were the biggest offenders of picking on me had gone to middle school, and the relative peace I got for the last two years in elementary gave my family hope they'd forget about me. Those first few years, the bullying wasn't so bad. The older boys laughed at me and called me stupid names because I was so small, but it wasn't straight-up *violent*.
It wasn't until I came home covered in bruises in the first month of sixth grade that my mom really freaked out.
"What the hell is going on at that school?" She started, staring at me with a look of horror. "Why aren't the goddamn teachers doing their jobs?"
If anyone was wondering where I get my habitual swearing from, now you know.
"They do it when there's no teachers around, mom, and then they cover it up." That afternoon I was sporting a busted lip, bruises all over my stomach and chest, mud on my pants, and a ripped backpack. What had started as an altercation over the last brownie at lunch had grown into a full-blown ass-kicking from an aggressive, testosterone-raging 14-year old already standing at five-five and shaving. Me at 11 looked like I was 8. I was the runt of the class and the favorite target from the big guys with something to prove.
I never fucking understood it. How did beating up the scrawniest, shortest kid in sixth grade when you were in eighth make you such a fucking badass, Jimmy? I often wonder what that meathead is up to, now. Last I even heard of him, he was kicked out of high school for having a bag of weed and trying to swallow it in front of a teacher. Served the asshole well. I hope he's a miserable puke.
"Even when I went down to the elementary school, that rodent of a principal didn't seem to give a shit," mum continued. I could tell she was pissed because she was brandishing her lighter like she could easily burn something down. "'It's up to your son to avoid antagonizing the other students'," she mocked my former principal, "'He needs to ignore them until they go away. Boys will be boys, Mrs. Strand.'"
"Ugh, their idea of fixing the problem was to sit us in the same room and make us talk about why we were 'angry' at each other," I groaned. "And the real kicker is that if I ever tried to fight back, they'd give me detention too."
"If this shit doesn't stop, so help me, Randy..." I saw the tears in her eyes as she stepped forward to examine my split lip. I knew she blamed herself. I was a preemie with low birth weight, jaundiced, always falling under the ideal height and weight for my age, and I never developed much muscle tone, all because cigarettes are an absolute bitch to quit and she couldn't totally kick the habit while pregnant with me. My sister was luckier. Mom always hated what she deemed the result of her weakness in that her first-born kid was doomed to be this tiny, weak little slip of a boy, and she'd really forced herself to stop to have my little sis. She succumbed to the cravings again after Sunny was born, but hey, it's a hard habit to kick. Reasons why I'll never touch the cancer sticks, right there.
And I don't blame my mom. She's human, and she's a pretty good mom all told. Neither one of my parents is what you would call large or strong, anyway. We're a petite group of people. I mean, my younger sister is just a little taller and less thin than I am- she's a tiny pixie to almost everybody else. I was probably going to be fairly small no matter what, and it's not like my mom *wanted* to hurt me. She didn't make the other kids pick me as the prime target for the adolescent bullshit, either.
People are just fucking cruel sometimes. I was smart enough then to know I would never want to be 'that guy'. Not that I could really pick on anybody not younger than me by a few years, but I knew I never wanted to inflict pain on anyone else, ever.
That year, sixth grade, would prove to be the worst and best year ever. Worst because I went through so much shit during the first half of the schoolyear, best because of what came next.
We pulled up that day and my mom turned to me in the passenger seat.
"Okay, Randy, just remember: The counselor is going to check up with you after the first week and if things go fine, you can stay after school and do whatever the hell you want. Promise me if anyone starts the same garbage you went through at our shithole, miserable excuse of a school you'll alert your teachers and we'll figure it out." God she was so scared. More scared than I was, really. I'd sort of accepted my fate by then, and I'd also learned a hell of a lot from the final showdown between me and Jimmy.
"I know mom," I answered delicately. "I promise you things are gonna get better here." Travel in packs when able, befriend the other nerds, keep a network of trusted teachers and advisors. She still reached over to ruffle my messy, spiky hair.
"I'm just worried about you, kid," she replied, looking at me hard. I shrugged.
"Why wouldn't you be, after everything I went through? I just gotta make some friends here and I'll get by." She smiled.
"I hope so, kiddo." With a hug, she let me go, pressing my sack lunch into my hand. I opened that door, and unknowingly stepped into my destiny.
Mickey
Midway the through the year, rumors started flying about the fact we were getting a transfer student. Everybody said they'd heard their friend at Mapleleaf Junior saw the whole altercation: This like nine-year old boy getting harassed by the entire junior football team after school, and the entire computer science club jumping on the star quarterback in his defense. A massive brawl erupted in the classic style, nerds vs bullies, and in the end the aggressors were overwhelmed and beaten back by thirty-five kids wielding thick-ass computer programming guides and D&D props. It became legend, and the guy who'd started it was, as the schoolyard lore went, given permanent suspension and was barred from playing sports for the rest of the year. The kid he'd picked on, well... he was coming to us.
It was the middle of the year. Over the summer I'd bloomed, my childhood adorability beginning its change to young adult beauty. I didn't know then just how pretty I'd be all grown up, but by the time the transfer arrived, I was already the subject of many, *many* crushes, and I loved the attention. Me and Cal were sitting on the steps, a couple of our classmates in pigtails chatting us up about our extracurriculars when the car pulled up. Nothing would have been remarkable about that normally, but first of all, we all knew every car that pulled up and who was in it, and secondly, all the buses had arrived by then and no one knew who or where the new student was. The car suddenly became the focus of all attention. For a minute, nothing happened. The new kid was still in the car, talking to a woman I had to assume was his mom. Their conversation appeared emotional, and we all waited for the door to crack.
When he finally stepped out I don't think any of us were expecting... *him*. He was tiny- four and a half feet, so thin, hunched forward with his eyes down- dragging a brown bag and with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He began a quiet but brisk walk to the main doors, and didn't even seem to realize everybody was watching, he was just pushing through. I was so mesmerized, tweaked by some sense of fate, that I didn't even think to wave.
"Mickey...? Mickey?" Cal yanked my attention back to the moment.
"Oh sorry," I said, shaking it off. "There's a story there for sure." I jerked my chin in the new kid's direction. He made it to the door a couple of minutes later. Didn't get much chance to talk to him until that afternoon, and when I did, the phrase 'changed my life' was the only appropriate thing I could say.
"Hey, here comes that weedy little transfer student," I overheard one of our resident jerks snickering after the final bell. "Everybody says he had to change schools because he kept getting the snot kicked out of him." Somebody else laughed. I held up my hand and waved at Cal, who immediately saw where I was pointing and nodded at me. He'd heard it too. The guys eyeballing the new kid had stopped in the flood of students and were staring over at the front of the school. I paused in my tracks, somewhat off to the side, but surrounded by moving bodies. Cal ducked down, his height minimized and our presence somewhat lessened. The jerks headed out of the line, away from the buses, sniggering and jostling each other. I did not trust their motives.
"We should keep an eye on this," I mumbled to my best friend, and he nodded in return.
"I've been picking up stray bits of info all day," he replied somberly. We began to move. "Seems that the underlying rumor is true. The kid changed schools because he was getting seriously harassed."
"Well I'd rather not see that continue here," I sniffed. "Seriously, what's the point of being a huge jerk?"
Our path deviated toward the new kid, who had veered straight down the sidewalk and was obviously waiting for his mom in the same spot she'd dropped him off. Probably after the buses cleared out, which gave him at least a twenty-minute window. The jerks closed in, and we followed in stealth. I watched the poor kid finally look up to notice who was approaching, and he got that classic 'deer-in-headlights' look. I gritted my teeth.
"Hey shrimpy," the ringleader mockingly called out. "Waiting for your mommy? What's the matter, can't ride the bus like the rest of us because you're chicken?" I rolled my eyes behind the pack of bullies and Cal and I crept forward. We came up right behind them just as Donny Haywood was sidling up to the new kid's side. He stood there, totally frozen, leaning away from the larger body next to him. "You might as well get used to the pecking order around here, because it ain't gonna be much better than before." I could see the newbie cringe and pull a grimace.
"Ugh, what a fucking Neanderthal," the tiny guy piped up, shaky but defiant. His voice hadn't even started to break yet, and I wondered if he was this small because he was some kind of genius, skipping grades. "What exactly are you trying to prove, here? That you can beat up a lowly sixth-grader one-fifth your size for kicks?" Donny snarled and bent forward to grab the guy, and I nodded. Cal stepped into view, making himself known. Standing at five-eight already, and twice as thick as Haywood, Cal was always the biggest and baddest. And he was *backup*. Unlike Don, I only needed one.
"There a problem here?" My friend asked, his tone cool. His voice had already started to change at 12, a few months older than I was. I stepped forward, tossing my beautiful locks over one shoulder. I was the king of sixth grade and no one messed with me for risk of total social isolation. Donny had two fistfuls of new kid's jacket, and I sneered.
"Looks like it to me, Cal," I replied equally coolly. "Why don't you remind Donny what it feels like to be someone else's victim?"
"With pleasure," my tall, stoic friend grinned, grabbing the bully by the shirt and lifting him as easily as he might a bag of garbage. The new kid slipped from Don's hands, aghast, as he began to cower. A sizeable crowd had followed us down from the bus pick-up and was watching with rapt fascination, which we realized when the dust had cleared. Donny's goons backed away as their lead jackass was plucked and carried over to some of the ornamental hedges lining the circle, where Cal finally tossed him into the dirt just hard enough to face-plant him.
"Don't come near us again, Donny," I called loudly, full of prim anger. "What the hell's wrong with you?" I then crossed my arms over my chest and turned, finally seeing the crowd erupt in applause. "No one pulls this crap here, got it? We're better than this!" I pointed at the scattered gang of jerks, who ran over to their friend and hoisted him out of the dirt.
"You're just lucky you have your bouncer!" One of them shouted bitterly. They ran off to the boos and jeers of the students, with the girls being the loudest. I grinned.
"Alright, show's over, move along," Calvin was calling, dispersing the crowd.
Finally the new kid caught my attention.
"Holy shit," he cursed, so easily it was kind of shocking. He had quite a mouth on him for such a little guy. "You've got to be like, the last person I ever expected to jump in." A beat passed. He wasn't sure what to do. "No popular kid has ever gone to bat for me like that before." I smiled.
"I couldn't watch that happen," I snipped. "I don't tolerate bullies, and what happened to you at your old school isn't going to happen on my watch. I'm Mickey." I stuck my hand out and waited for him to take it. Looking nervous, he shifted from foot to foot, looking (way) up at my friend, who'd come back over brushing the dirt off his hands. "That's Calvin, aka Cal. Don't worry, he looks badder than he is."
"I'm Randy," the guy finally said, taking my hand with awe. "So... What? Do I pay you protection now, or am I your errand boy...?" He kinda shrugged, motioning toward the both of us with his hand. The foul mouth and his body language seemed to indicate he was nervous, thus making himself sound tougher than he was, but it still kinda took me aback.
"What? No dude, no," I protested, but Cal sniggered and held out his own hand.
"I think I'm gonna like this guy."
Calvin
"As the do-gooder said, I'm Cal. And now that we've stepped in those guys aren't gonna mess with you again. It would be social suicide." Randy shook my hand too, still feeling us out. He'd been through some shit, you could tell. "Relax, man. We're not going to demand anything from you. My boy here just has a soft heart, and he's too damn chivalrous for his own good."
"Well, I appreciate it. I guess the rumors of my transfer kind of beat me here, huh?" The kid sighed, scuffing at the dirt with his foot. "I guess I'm just doomed to be every jerk's punching bag."
"Like hell!" Mickey replied hotly. "As I said, *not on my watch*. I am not going to tolerate such poor behavior." I had to smile. Even when we were kids, his snits were so adorable. He was like an angry kitten.
"Okay..." Poor Randy was obviously still confused. "Thanks? I appreciate not being in some schlub's armpit on my first day at the new school. My mom would've had a shitfit."
"Are you waiting for her?" Mickey asked, trying to show the guy what we were about.
"Yeah." I mean, it was obvious. Depending on how far he lived, he might not even have a bus assignment as it was.
"Well just to make sure, we'll wait here with you until she comes. *No one* is going to pick on you with us here." Randy sighed, clearly growing agitated and uncomfortable.
"It's totally okay," the tiny guy held up a hand. "She won't be that much longer." My best friend seemed to have forgotten that other people are not mind-readers, and that Randy didn't know what he was like. I was tired of beating around the bush.
"What my friend is *trying* to say," I cut in, "is that you're one of us, now. You've been officially adopted."
"Huh?" The confusion was understandable and evident.
"The young Mickey Archibald Smith, Junior, has decreed from this day forth that you, Randy, are an official pack brother-from-another-mother." I declared, in my mock-heraldic tone. "Do not ask how or why you have been chosen; it is done." I emphasized my words with a fancy wave of my hand and a bow. Randy's brow wrinkled, but he cracked a huge, and very real, smile.
"Wait, you mean like, friends? The popular guy wants to be *my* friend?" The short, skinny dude we would soon call our 'bro' snickered, probably at the irony. "Wow, this already *is* an improvement. Chuckin' social convention right out the fucking window." Mickey brightened up.
"Yes!" The golden one said, finally communicating clearly. "Not just friends, but *brothers*. You're one of us. It's our *destiny* to be forever bros, I can feel it." Just then, the wind stirred up and blew his lustrous curls just enough to make him look majestic. Sometimes I swore the universe actually responded to his optimistic wonderment and supplied him with all the requisite dramatic touches. "Destiny brought you here to meet us. Now we're a true crew!" Randy laughed out loud, and I could tell by his animation that it had been a while since he laughed like that.
"Holy crap man, are you for real?" Randy chuckled, shaking his head. "When did my life become an anime? Jeez, if I was a girl, this would be when I developed the massive secret crush on you that you somehow don't notice no matter how obvious I become." My friend's cheeks pinkened.
"Dude, you just lay it all out there, don't you?" I marveled, truly in awe of our new member's vocabulary and totally unfiltered sense of interaction. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Eleven," he answered sheepishly. "I know I look like I'm eight, but I swear I'm actually in your grade." I nodded.
"No sweat," was my answer. "Welcome to Hillcrest. You're gonna be fine."
Randy
And that was the best day of my life. I gained two awesome bros, and when my mom did arrive to find me smiling, *laughing* with two new friends, she was so floored and so happy she had to stop herself from bawling- instead inviting Mickey and Cal back to our house for dinner. They graciously accepted, and got in the car to come home with us. Mom even pulled out all the stops that night and made her famous sizzlin' steak fajitas. I was so fucking happy. Our parents became friends too, especially after the story was told from mom to mom.
We were always together after that.
My dear readers, I cannot ever thank you enough for your continued loyalty to my story and your eager patience for the end. It is my pleasure to present this tidbit- the start of a nascent prequel to *While Courting Our Demons*- as a little precursor to the finale, which I am on the verge of finishing! My NaNoWriMo count has exceeded 50,000 words, and I have only a few key pieces left to write before the entire thing can be polished and posted. This will be a piece I work on primarily after WCoD is finished, but I hope you will enjoy this visit to M, C and R's past. The evolution and strength of their friendship is such a key piece of their choice in the main novel, and I think it's worth exploring how it came to be.
Please enjoy!
Philippa
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Before We Were Demons Ch. 00
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Okay usual spiel first, If your under 18 get gone now the following article is of adult nature and shouldn't be veiwed by those under previously stated age...etc
Secondly Woohoo! got this one done before the time totted up to a year, okay this has been done in a single sitting, only proof read once probably a ton of mistakes there but thats what you guys are for, Right? Anything out of place please comment on and votes are highly appreciatted.
Dave woke up something, or better yet someone warm was laying by him, close, cuddling even. He turned and looked expecting to see the orange muzzle of his love by him, though it wasn't orange, it was black, pointed, more canine in features than anything else. The white tier blinked and nosed into it a little making sure it was real, as he softly rubbed noses with the unknown person two eyes flickered open light blue almost grey eyes stared back at him, they were intriguiging and intelligent but he didn't know them. Pulling back a little from the grasp the figure sat up smiling warmly to him, smiling back not to seem unfriendly he took in what features he could looking down the stranger with interest as they sat up almost at once his eyes were drawn to the reasonably sized breasts.
He sat dazed for a moment staring at the black breasts, she didn't seem to mind and in reply actually purred he was taken aback by this too she seemed canine, a wolf maybe but wolves don't purr, a tail arose from behind her it was what only could be described as a panthers tail, maybe she was some cross between the two. She smiled and let out a soft yawn stretching her sharp fangs showing slightly, as she finished she lay down atop him and kissed his chest he leant forwards and kissed her button ear, again panther in shape and size but her fur wasn't as course it had an under layer of soft fur. Amazed his paws lightly rubbed over her sides and back exploring the body, but wait, why was he feeling this girl, why was he in the same bed and why were they both naked, blinking as realization took over he seemed to lose control of his actions, not knowing why his paws moved down her back paying attention to her spine making her arch a little into himself, once both paws reached her backside he softly squeezed and she let out a soft growl, almost dominant.
At this point she spoke, her voice was strong and powerful, while holding that light feminine charm a voice you'd expect to hear in a strict teacher, "How'd you sleep then handsome?" she asked casually swirling a slightly extended claw against his chest, this action alone made him shiver in pleasure which in turn made the Panther/wolf cross smile in delight "Still playful, and after last night too" she summarized, she had worked this out by slowly rubbing down his belly and too his crotch suddenly gripping his throbbing erection making the point obvious.
He smiled and responded by kissing her softly the kiss lasted a moment and as they broke the female softly bit his lip almost in a playful manner, the light foreplay went on a little, kissing and nuzzling as the two both got thoroughly into the mood, Dave went to get up not on his own accord of course he just tried, but his attempt was quickly halted as a set of sharp teeth dug into his neck pinning him down and turning him on all the more he lay helpless and gave off a soft whine rubbing along her back again and then bringing his paw around and lightly pressing against her breast groping her while trying at the same time to get her off this only got his a growl and surprised by the fact he let go again laying flat.
Seemingly appeased the female let go of his neck slowly looking to him with fierce intent and slid down his body getting rid of the covers on the bed as she did so, not wanting to move too much the tiger only watched as she stood over him on the edge of the bed slowly lowering herself and pulling his legs off the edge. He lay half on the bed his throbbing hard cock being teased by the wonderful temptress light squeezes and rubs of her paws making him shiver and moan in want and need, he only tried getting up again once she had started and it had got him a set of claws in the thigh getting the message he stopped dead and just lay back gripping the bed as he was further teased.
Eventually he felt something else tough his cock it was raspy warm and delightfully moist recognizing it as her tongue he squeezed the edge of the bed in both anxiety and pleasure he was being pleased by someone who wasn't Tiger and he was loving it, unable to fathom why he tried to make best of the situation and tried to enjoy the occasional licks and sucks on the head of his shaft feeling his body shudder in pleasure as warm lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh and slowly took him in inch by inch before long his entire cock was in her hot maw touching lightly at the back of her throat though it didn't seem to bother her.
Moaning lightly he felt as she slowly began to bob her head, her previous teasing had already pushed him slowly coaxed him further on towards his orgasm the heat and skill that she was providing had him gripping the bed for dear life his back arching into her as he moaned out doing his best to hold back the inevitable claws lightly digging into the bed as her chin pressed softly against his balls as his slick cock throbbed in her mouth, the tiger grunted and growled lightly biting his lip as he bucked lightly into her making her pull back a little as he began to cum, strand after strand of cum spewing into her muzzle, expertly being taken by the female not a single drop leaving her mouth as she slid off his member.
Dave panted softly looking to her in awe as she got back onto the bed beside him and cuddled up close he was still in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm his eyes slightly glazed over in pleasure feeling her press lightly against him barely phased him. After a few moments his senses came back to him and she was speaking that wonderful voice ringing in his ears like a lullaby "Love you Davey" she says lightly, his reply is stifled and after clearing out his throat he kisses her and says "I love your too Terri."
Then, he awoke again, his eyes shooting open, almost exactly like his dream, or was he still in it. Turning his head he was met with a goofy smile recognizing it as Tigers he looked up, the other feline was still fast on but about as close to Dave as he could get and not letting go anytime soon. Dave smiled lightly and kissed the others muzzle lightly before laying back again thoughts and slight concerns flying through his mind, why did he have such a bizarre dream, why was this 'Terri' so familiar and what was going to happen...
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Chapter 7: Who's that?! by Dave-8ball
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Disclaimer: read my other stories for it...too lazy to copy paste it D I couldn't leave this one undone, so I finished it in one night. It ended up much longer than expected 0o but I hope you enjoy!
A lightning bolt flashed brightly over the Sa'hienk Forest, striking forcefully on the dirt ground, leaving trails of smoke and dust from its impact. A maroon and cream furred coyote swiftly evaded the bolt, and pointed his ornamented staff towards the hostile. The coyote was dressed lightly in a black wolf-furred loincloth tightly enclosing his sheath and balls, bandage dressing around his joints and paws, and ceremonial necklaces and bracelets around his neck and wrists. Ta'hrekk never enjoyed wearing loin garbs hanging loosely over his genitals, as it often slowed down his quick and agile, yet well-toned muscular body during fast movement. Unlike others in his coyote pack back in his home in the Sas'bed Canyons, Ta'hrekk only wore thong loincloths which greatly aided his agility.
Tightly grasping his mage staff with his left paw and an onyx short sword with his right, Ta'hrekk pounced left and right with his head low, charging at his target. The nimble coyote managed to dodge squalls of magic spells aiming for him. His target: a snow furred wolf with black markings along his face, chest, arms and legs, also holding an oak staff massively decorated with fox-tail charms, eagle feathers, and dream catchers. The wolf's white fur formed a small mane around his serene face and to the back of his head, with a flamboyant headdress of feathers and ornaments resting upon it. White wolf tail also hung from his ears and along the sides of his legs, attached to his snow-furred loincloth wrapped firmly around his pelvis. Holding his staff up in a defense stance, Rjeyk parried the Ta'hrekk's striking blow, flipping Ta'hrekk over his head. The coyote skillfully landed on both feet with a paw on the ground, the other high in the air for balance.
"You'll need to be faster than that, young one!" Rjeyk smiled. However while turning around to face his adversary, the wolf was struck by a sudden impediment spell, totally freezing his muscular body and then fell backward onto the forest ground. Rjeyk helplessly stared up into the sunlit sky of vermillion and orange as his attacker walked over to him, knelt down and smiled.
"I have improved, have I master?" Ta'hrekk said, wagging his tail excitedly.
"Hmmph...it seems you have become too fast for this old wolf here." Rjeyk replied.
Ta'hrekk chuckled. "You're only a few winters older than me! Don't you pull that old wolf excuse on me."
Rjeyk gazed curiously at the attractive site above him. "Well you might have gotten better, but I'm just having a bad day!"
With and evil grin, Ta'hrekk placed a foot on top of Rjeyk's furry chest in victory. "No excuses Jakey!" "You should not taunt your master by calling him nicknames," Rjeyk smiled, "now if you may, unfreeze me and we'll resume our training."
Ta'hrekk almost reversed his impediment spell on the helpless wolf, until a devious thought shrilled in his mind. Ta'hrekk grinned mischievously and growled seductively. "I recall that I vowed to revenge my tale hole the other night. It is now my turn to return the favor."
Rjeyk's smile seeped away from his face, staring the coyote slightly in curious fear. "Now hold on just a minute, young one!"
"I said already, call me Ta'hrekk! I'm sure after I'm done with you, you'll never call me that again." Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk could read every thought running through his apprentice's mind. He knew his current helplessness drove the horny young coyote over the edge, and waited for his fate to arrive. Ta'hrekk picked up Rjeyk and lay him on a soft patch of grass near the small waterfall. Smirking, Ta'hrekk wrapped his paw around Rjeyk's bulging loincloth, slowly rubbing the bulge up and down. The wolf whimpered as Ta'hrekk enjoyed the feeling of his mate's sheath and balls through his loincloth, as he felt his own tightening in arousal. Finally, Ta'hrekk lifted his mate's pelvis up and unbuckled his loincloth from the back, slowly exposing Rjeyk's swelling sheath and balls. Ta'hrekk stuck his nose in the white cock fur of his companion, lapping his balls tauntingly as he stiffed Rjeyk's strong musk. The sweet musk hit Ta'hrekk right between the eyes as his vision blurred, his breath shortened, and his mouth agape, drooling all over Rjeyk's sheath. Ta'hrekk unfastened his own loincloth, fully exposing his fully erect member, with pre drizzling down his shaft. All Rjeyk could do was to stare at the exceedingly aroused coyote at watch him take advantage at his immobilization.
Ta'hrekk nipped the sheath of his mate, teasing him and taunting him, trying to degrade his master's dignity. Rjeyk moaned softly as his sheath was violated by the muzzle of his mate, it being lapped mockingly. Rjyek smelt Ta'hrekk's striking musk filling his nostrils and also sending him into a bliss of arousal. The newly risen sunlight shone on the couple as Ta'hrekk flipped Rjyek over to his front, his rump high and level with the coyote's dripping malehood. With his chest and front paws flat on the ground, Rjeyk managed to smile and said, "Do your worst, young one. This will be the last time you will have control over me. I shall give you a taste of your own medicine once you are done."
Ta'hrekk knew Rjeyk had already planned his escape, but his hunger for the wolf's pink tailhole blocked his danger instincts and slowly circled the wolf's ass with his cock tip, leaving a lubricant of pre. Holding Rjeyk's hips firmly with his paws, Ta'hrekk slowly thrusted forward, only inserting his tip into his lover's hole. Readjusting his straddling position on his knees over Rjeyk's rump, Ta'hrekk continued to insert his thick red meat deeper and deeper into Rjeyk's body, enjoying every second of pleasure as his shaft was tightly wrapped by his mate's rectal walls. Rjeyk whimpered softly when Ta'hrekk penis was fully inside him, and felt his mate's cock fur with his tail and hanging balls behind his own pair, sticking slightly to each other as both of them sweated. Ta'hrekk pulled back slowly as his red meat slowly reappeared out of Rjeyk's hole. As Ta'hrekk pushed forcefully back into the wolf's anus, their collision echoed a loud slapping sound as both of their balls swung under their erect cocks. Ta'hrekk began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Rjeyk's hole, both of the moaning in pleasure. Accompanied by slurping noises from Ta'hrekk's pre and slapping noises, the coyote gripped his lover's hips and pulled back towards his cock as he thrust forward. Ta'hrekk's meat continuously beat back and forth, in and out of his mate. The coyote continued pumping his cock, pulling it almost all the way out, then quickly all the way back in as he stroked Rjeyk's wolfhood with his right paw. Rjeyk groaned loudly as he felt a warm skilled paw expertly rubbing his own shaft, dribbling a puddle of pre on the soft grass. Ta'hrekk quicked his thrusting, slamming harder and faster into Rjeyk while he furiously stroked his mate's raging cock. After minutes of continuous humping, Ta'hrekk felt a massive surge of pleasure as he orgasmed cups and cups of warm seed deep within his lover. Throwing his head back and howling in pleasure, thick cum lightly spurted out of Rjeyk's ass onto Ta'hrekk's cock fur as Ta'hrekk had already completely filled his mate with semen. Ta'hrekk then felt Rjeyk's cock twitch under him, he ejaculated streams of hot, sweet cum onto the grass ground, covering a substantial area with sticky white wolf cream. Rjeyk breathed heavily as Ta'hrekk fell heavily on top him, his cock still deep within his ass.
"Done... s-so soon, young one?" Rjeyk panted.
Ta'hrekk only merely nodded his head as he slowly pulled out of Rjeyk's hole. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Ta'hrekk also pulled out a mass of thick white liquid along with his seed-coated coyote meat. Little did the Ta'hrekk know that his spell had worn off, and Ryjek could freely move again. With surprise, Ryjek quickly turned around and kicked Ta'hrekk square in the chest. Ta'hrekk wheezed in surprised as he fell on his back onto the ground. Before he knew it, Rjeyk had straddled the coyote over his head, his nutsack dangerously close to Ta'hrekk's mouth.
"I believe you haven't had your daily dose of fluids today, young one." Rjeyk chuckled.
"Well, you haven't either; but you decided you'd rather have a nice ass cleansing instead!" Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk growled. "Grrrrrr. You will pay for disrespecting your master."
Ta'hrekk laughed. "It seems you've lost some dignity back there. Judging by the pool of cum you made, you lov..."
Ta'hrekk was quickly muffled silent when the white wolf jammed his furry testicles into the coyote's mouth. His wolfhood still erect, Rjeyk smeared his drizzling shaft all over Ta'hrekk's face, leaving trails of pre. Ta'hrekk let out a muffled whimper as he swirled the wolf's sac around in his mouth, feeling its constrained contents brewing warmly inside. Rjeyk slapped Ta'hrekk's face with his semi-erect cock, snickering at his success at degrading his apprentice's pride. Ta'hrekk continued to warm his partner's seed, occasionally opening his mouth to lick his throbbing shaft that began to harden.
"You must be thirsty, young one." Rjeyk said, pulling his balls out, ready to shove his cock deep into his lover's mouth.
"I'd prefer water, old one." Ta'hrekk breathed heavily, taking in as much air as possible as he soon will be suffocated with wolf meat in his mouth.
"I'm only a few years older."
"Ha! Got you to admit it! No more old wolf excuses for you!" Ta'hrekk laughed in victory.
Rjeyk grumbled, and shoved his throbbing cock deep into the coyote's mouth to punish his apprentice. Using his paw to hold up Ta'hrekk's head, the wolf pushed it closer to his body, as the last inches of his long, thick shaft disappeared within Ta'hrekk's mouth.
Ta'hrekk gagged a bit, trying to gasp for air while trying to squirm free. However, the muscular wolf tightly straddled his partner, rocking back and forth as he felt his cock being wrapped tightly by Ta'hrekk's mouth. As degrading as it may seem, Ta'hrekk loved the feeling of his master's wolf meat constantly inserted and ejected from his salivating mouth.
"Mmmm...more master!" Ta'hrekk groaned.
Rjeyk listened as he began to take deeper thrusts into Ta'hrekk's mouth, moaning loudly as his wolf meat traveled down they coyote's throat. Ta'hrekk managed to wrap is tongue around the invading shaft, feeling the smooth texture of wolf cock constantly pumping in and out of his mouth. After minutes of skull fucking, Rjeyk felt pleasure erupting in his loins, his warmed wolf cum traveling quickly to his wolfhood. He howled in pleasure as a stream of hot semen exploded into Ta'hrekk's mouth. Ta'hrekk greedily gargled as much wolf cum as possible, the excess dripping from the sides of his mouth and out of his nostrils. Rjeyk panted heavily as he felt his cock swimming in his own seed in the coyote's mouth. Finally, Ta'hrekk swallowed, holding Rjeyk's cock with his paw and licking the rest of the organ clean.
"Mmmm...you loved that, didn't you?" Rjeyk gasped heavily.
Ta'hrekk sheepishly nodded his head, cum still leaking from his nostrils and his maw coated with white liquid. Rjeyk adored the sight, then got off Ta'hrekk and picked him up. "I'll finish your tailhole later, young one. For now, you must report back to your pack. I believe they are starting to worry about you."
Ta'hrekk wiped his face clean of wolf juice. "Mhm. I'll have to travel through the bog to get back to the canyons?"
Rjeyk nodded as he bucked his loincloth around his waist, tightening it around his sheath. "I'll have to perform a ceremonial dance for a wedding anniversary in my pack soon. You'll be ok traveling by yourself?"
Ta'hrekk put on his loincloth as well, enjoying the feeling as he sheepishly pawed the bulge up and down, the black fur coursing through his paw digits. "Yes, I know my way back. After all, I am a scout. I'll visit again sometime, hopefully to see with more markings all over your sexy body." Ta'hrekk knew that for every ceremonial dance Rjeyk performed, he would be awarded with blessed markings which distinguished him further down the path as a wolf shaman.
"You won't be disappointed," Rjeyk smiled. He then pulled out an unusual instrument from his bag. "Use this if you're in danger, and I'll come to aid you as fast as I can. It's a Marcantian Flute, used to communicate with other members of our pack as well as our friends. It can only be heard by the ones we know as well."
Ta'hrekk looked surprised at such a sophisticated type of instrument. "So no one else can hear this but you?"
Rjeyk nodded. "Yes. Have a safe trip young one. Keep alert at all times. I believe the blue lycan werewolves have secretly inhabited some area in this forest. It may just be a rumor, but I would like to see you in one piece again so I can tear that fine rump of yours." Ta'hrekk grunted. "I'll be fine, and don't be too sure about that!"
The two waved each other goodbye, as the afternoon sun gleamed vividly above them.
Night has fallen on the Sa'ihenk woods, the full moon illuminating the azure glow of the trees. Ta'hrekk strolled through the shrubs, perking his ears to hear the owls hooting, and the howling of coyotes. 'Must be my pack' Ta'hrekk thought, continuing his path to the Sas'bed canyons. His mind wandered, thinking of his new friend. Ta'hrekk didn't know he found other males attractive, especially those from another species. He had reached second base with a female back home, but he found it much more exhilarating with another male. Ta'hrekk imagined Rjeyk's snow-furred body glowing in the moonlight. His deep blue eyes stared mysteriously at Ta'hrekk as his white mane blew freely in the night wind. The wolf's ceremonial markings and decorative ornaments hanging from his head and waist made him unbelievably sexy, Ta'hrekk thought. He then thought of his white-furred loincloth, bulging observably with its precious goods.
Ta'hrekk's mouth began to water at the thought, until he noticed he had reached the bog. He remembered Rjeyk telling him to slowly cross the bog to prevent stepping in the wrong places, which would lead to him being sucked in like quicksand.
"I can dash through this, no problem!" Ta'hrekk told himself. Strapping his staff over his back, Ta'hrekk went on all fours and began sprinting across the bog. The wind flowed across his soft, maroon fur, passing through his body aerodynamically. Murky water splashed across his paws and loincloth, his sleek but muscular body almost completely soaked. Ta'hrekk almost reached the other side, until suddenly the waterbed beneath him collapsed. The coyote fell down through the ground, and landed hard onto the ground with some water pouring over him. The ceiling above Ta'hrekk closed mysteriously. 'This definitively is not a natural trap' he thought. Ta'hrekk drew is sword and staff out with both paws in a ready stance and scanned his surroundings. The cave was pitch-black except for the light his staff generated.
Suddenly, a pair of evil yellow eyes appeared in front of the coyote. Without seeing a thing, Ta'hrekk panicked, and fired spells wildly into the direction of the eyes. The eyes seemed to move left and right, closing in on its target. Ta'hrekk bolted the other direction, mindlessly running away from the predator. Suddenly, Ta'hrekk smacked hard into a wall and fell backward, deeply dazed. Dizzy, the coyote tried getting up, tasting some blood trickling from the side of his head. No sooner was the beast above him, pinning its prey firmly on the ground. Ta'hrekk felt the beast's hot breath before passing out.
Ta'hrekk woke up to find himself in a dimly lit cave. His paws were chained to the wall next to him, but it was long enough so that he could freely move around at a certain distance. A small bandage covered his fresh cut he had received earlier. To the right of him was a large oak king-sized bed which fit oddly in such a cold, mysterious room. Other than the bed, the only other objects in the room were wall candles and a single dresser on the opposite wall with a desert violet on top of it.
"How strange...a beast living in a cave that has 3 objects one would last find in a beast's home" Ta'hrekk muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a large shadow appeared to the opening of the top left corner of the room with savage footsteps echoing louder on approach. An enormous blue werewolf stood high opposite of Ta'hrekk, placing a tray of meat and a glass of milk down onto the floor next to the chained coyote. The blue werewolf was excessively built on every part of his body; his toned muscles seem to reflect the candlelight around him. A large black mane was combed backwards, hanging down the back of his head and down his back. The werewolf's chest hair spread all over his pecks and his wrists and ankles had golden bangles around them. Ta'hrekk noticed the werewolf wore a tight, black-furred loincloth like himself, his bulge definitely looked his sheath was about to explode out of its prison.
Ta'hrekk bellowed. "What do you want from me?"
The werewolf kept silent as he picked up the glass, beckoning him to drink it. Ta'hrekk did fell thirsty, but he couldn't trust the stranger as he turned his head away from the glass. The werewolf roared deafeningly at Ta'hrekk, the cave shook like a hay house in a hurricane. Ta'hrekk recognized the roar and rage boiled his blood through his veins. It was unmistakably the roar of a lycan werewolf, a type of lycan with more distinguished wolf-like features and more hair. This was the roar he heard when he was a cub; his parents fighting heroically to protect his son. A family friend safely escaped with the young cub, only to hear the horrifying news of his parent's death. From then on, Ta'hrekk vowed to seek every lycan werewolf he knew and slaughter it with his bare hands.
"You...You killed my parents! Your kind slaughtered them in cold blood!" Ta'hrekk cried.
The werewolf looked offended. Finally, he spoke is a deep, mature voice; much unexpected from such an intimidating beast. "You were the poor cub whose parents perished nearly 18 winters ago?"
Ta'hrekk nodded and in his raged state, dashed forward to jump the werewolf only to be constrained by the chains.
"My gracious, I am thrilled to see you again. Did no one tell you? It was us that had allied with your kind to fight off the behemoths that were on a blood thirsty quest" the werewolf spoke articulately. "I was there guarding the shamans of your tribe, but your parents died in the process. They fought courageously. I'm sorry for their loss."
Ta'hrekk barked in fury. "Lies all lies! Stop filling me with your filthy LIES!"
"You will see that I am telling the truth not to protect myself, but for your own sake."
The werewolf unchained Ta'hrekk's wrists and ankles. Despite its size, Ta'hrekk tackled the lycan werewolf onto the ground, ready to maim the beast. Ta'hrekk stopped suddenly to see the blue werewolf marked with the symbol of the Coyote Guardian on his neck. Only those sworn to protect the elders of the coyotian pack were branded with the mark in pride and dignity. Ta'hrekk fell backwards, scuttling back to the wall behind him. The werewolf stood up and knelt down the traumatized coyote.
"You see, I am telling you the truth. I have failed to protect your parents...please forgive me. Their last request was for me to raise you to become a valiant warrior, but you were already taken away safely. I was searching for you ever since" the werewolf said, "I am Kreivan. I hear you are the nimble Ta'hrekk."
Ta'hrekk nodded, still recovering from the news. "I..I'll destroy the behemoths then! Every last one of them!"
Kreivan smiled, admiring Ta'hrekk's drive and determination. He picked up the glass and offered it to the coyote. "Drink this. It will restore your strength. I left towels for you to dry up. You can sleep here in my room. The bathing room is just out the opening there" he pointed.
Ta'hrekk smiled at the hospitality, and took a large swig of the white liquid. Ta'hrekk noticed its thickness and sweet texture as it traveled down his throat. It warmed his whole body, his vitality rejuvenated as he swallowed the viscous, warm liquid. However, it definitely wasn't milk.
"This...this is wolf cum!" Ta'hrekk looked stupified.
Lying down on his back on the bed, Kreivan turned. "Yes it is my seed. Werewolf semen is known to rejuvenate lost energy and calm shocked states. You needed it after that fall."
Being indifferent of whether Ta'hrekk preferred water, the coyote hungrily gulped down the whole glass. However, both of them did not know that werewolf semen was an exceedingly strong aphrodisiac. Ta'hrekk slowly became aware of Kreivan's attractive figure on the bed, innocently fiddling with Ta'hrekk's belongings. He then stared at the blue werewolf's large bulge, his muzzle starting to drool in arousal.
"Hmm, what does this do?" Kreivan asked, curiously blowing on the flute, "hmm, no sound; must be a defunct."
Ta'hrekk heard the note well and clear, but his thoughts were overdriven by his exploding arousal. He had to suppress it. He knew exactly what to do.
Leaping onto the bed, the coyote held his head level with Kreivan's groin, nuzzling the huge package. Kreivan gasped in surprise. Looking down, he saw a maroon furred head, determinately rubbing his loincloth. Ta'hrekk murmured in pleasure as he reached one of his paws to explore Kreivan's ass while the other explored his six-pack.
"Ta'hrekk, wha...what are you doing?"
Ta'hrekk ignored the deep voice and continued nuzzling the huge bulge. His right paw finally untied the loincloth, throwing it aside. The coyote sniffed deeply at the werewolf's enormous sheath, the balls below it almost the size of Ta'hrekk's paw. Kreivan's musk seared through Ta'hrekk's nostrils, sending the coyote into his peak of horniness.
Kreivan moaned loudly as the coyote continued to work on his nutsack. One at a time, Ta'hrekk teased the massive jewels, licking them affectionately and suckling gently, warming its contents.
"Ughhhh...uhhhh...geez you're skilled at this. I see you practice well." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk paused to look up into the werewolf's amber eyes before sucking on his furry sheath. Kreivan howled in pleasure as he felt his sheath being moistened, the curious maroon paw exploring his stomach and cock fur. Ta'hrekk felt the warm shaft of his new friend erect itself into his mouth as he continued to greedily devour the organ. As his severely aroused state, the coyote quickly sucked the thick length, only managing to go down halfway before the tip was shoved down his throat.
Krievan couldn't believe the surge of pleasure coursing through his loins as he watched Ta'hrekk attempting to suck his whole cock, which was definitely too thick and long for the smaller coyote. Ta'hrekk expertly massaged the cockhead with his tongue, rubbing it thoroughly while pressing his lips hard together on the hard, black shaft. Wanting more of his seed, the coyote bobbed his head up and down quickly, taking more and more of Kreivan's wolfhood. Having not ejaculated in a long time, the feeling of Ta'hrekk's suckling lips around his throbbing cock, the sight of his mate furiously bobbing his head up and down, and the tongue massaging his tip was too great for the large werewolf, and felt his balls constrain towards his body. Krievan roared ferociously and held Ta'hrekk's head firmly over his meat. Ta'hrekk then felt waves and waves of the familiar werewolf cum spattering all over his mouth and dripping all over the sides of his mouth. He swallowed almost a gallon of the warm, thick seed before the black cock in his mouth slowed to a drizzle. Krievan panted heavily as he gently pet Ta'hrekk on his head.
"Gosh...you do this a lot? You're parents would be quite disappointed to find out that you've been making love to other males." Krievan said.
Ta'hrekk remained silent. The gallon of wolf cum in his stomach intensely magnified his arousal, and lay on his back, spreading his legs open. "Take me! As my guardian, I request you to mark me well!"
Kreivan couldn't believe his ears. What was once an innocent young cub was now lying naughtily in front of him, his legs spread wide open with his loincloth stretching over his semi-erect penis. Little did Kreivan know that after ejaculation, his hormones in his body changed, wanting to mount anything mountable (funny word ( in his path. Feeling suddenly as aroused as Ta'hrekk himself, the blue werewolf stroked his wolfhood erect again and knelt in front of the horny coyote. Bringing his head down to Ta'hrekk's loincloth, Kreivan sniffed to taste the scent of his mate before using his teeth to violently rip the loincloth off.
Ta'hrekk laughed hysterically. "That is the second time someone has done that to me. You'll have to give me a new one after we're done."
Kreivan, at his incredibly aroused state, replied in a raspy, grumbling voice. "Well, now I see you're a little coyote slut, waiting for huge cocks slamming into you eh? And listen to me carefully. I ain't gonna be done with you until I fuck you raw and dry!"
Ta'hrekk pleaded. "I'm your slut. I'm your bitch. Fill me with your glorious seed! I want you in me now!"
Kreivan couldn't wait any longer. Grasping his cream thighs, the werewolf spread Ta'hrekk's legs apart, exposing the hungry tailhole. His massive black cock rimmed the hole teasingly before thrusting quickly forward. Ta'hrekk cried loudly as the oversized tool within him was splitting his insides.
"You can take this raw. I know you can, you little furry slut." Kreivan moaned. He slowly inserted his wolfhood inside Ta'hrekk's tailhole inch by inch; his shaft disappearing within the coyote.
Ta'hrekk gritted his teeth, trying to loosen up for the invading prick. Kreivan clearly passed his mate's prostate, putting the maximum pressure upon it. Ta'hrekk yelped and instantly orgasmed. Thick coyote cum splattered all over Kreivan's chest and cock, as well as on himself. Smearing the warm cum around his belly, Ta'hrekk seductively purred and looked at Kreivan sweating as he inserted his last inches of his cock in.
"Aren't you just a horny bitch wanting more. Lucky you lubed my cock. I guess the last inches won't hurt as much." Kreivan grinned.
The werewolf slammed the rest of his shaft all the way in Ta'hrekk, taking no time to pause and pulled completely out. Again, Kreivan slammed his whole cock deep, roaring in pleasure as the pleasurable rectal walls of his mate tightly wrapped his meat.
"For a little slut like you, you're tight. I'd think you'd be looser from all that cock you probably had." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk pawed his way up Kreivan's blue chest. "Less talk, more fuck."
Krievan did exactly that as he bucked back and forth into Ta'hrekk. His pre-coated cock slurped loudly as he continued to fuck Ta'hrekk senseless, the rate of the slapping noise increasing. Krieven gripped Ta'hrekk's legs wide open as he watched his cock pulverize the insides of his mate. Ta'hrekk looked up at his dominator, his mouth agape with his tongue hanging out, still dripping with warm cum. Krievan released a deafening growl as the tight confines around his cock tightened as he continued to slam back and forth into the coyote. In and out, in and out as both of them watched the thick black meat deeply penetrating its target. Krievan tried to hold his release, as he fucked for his life, thrusting harder and deeper more and more. After almost half and hour of continuous humping, Krievan felt the walls around his penis firmly enveloping his entire length tighten greatly that he could barely move his cock in and out. In a final thrust in attempt to do so, Krievan slowly slid his whole shaft into the close-fitting ass of his mate.
"Uhhhhh...ohhhhhhh...tighten up for me boy...oooOOHHHHHH!" Kreivan screamed at the top of his lungs as another flood of thick werewolven cum burst deep into Ta'hrekk, shooting massive loads incessantly. Ta'hrekk smiled and moaned with glee as he felt his ass quickly filled to the rim with hot white liquid. Krievan's cum poured out of Ta'hrekk's ass, more of it being displaced onto the sheets as Krievan continued to slow-fuck his mate to finish off.
Suddenly, a crashing sound resonated around the cave as a snow white wolf suddenly appeared at the doorway, his staff pointing at the blue werewolf.
"Ta'hrekk! I heard you play the flute. Are you alright. I came as fast as I..." Rjeyk stared at the messy scene in front of him.
Lying on the bed were a maroon furred coyote, who looked no longer red from all the white liquid that almost covered his fur from head to toe, and a large blue werewolf who had droplets of cum spread across his chest, his mane slightly white with dripping seed. The coyote was laying on his back with his legs spread wide open, his red cock lying semi-erect in a pool of semen on his stomach. His mouth was absolutely drenched in cum, dripping more of it from his maw and onto the sheets. The werewolf's cock was still halfway up the coyote's ass, dripping with its own semen as well. Under it was another large pool of cum that would stain the sheets forever. Both figures stared sheepishly at Rjeyk.
"Well, I came as fast as I could" the werewolf snickered.
Rjeyk still was quite shocked, smelling the strong scent of musk and after-sex in the air. He became slightly aroused himself, and confirmed that his preference was definitely males. Many females of his pack often hit on Rjeyk, rubbing his loins through his loincloth. However, Rjeyk always tried to quickly glance at the other males' bulging loincloths, unsure of why he was tempted to do so. Now he knew he was gay.
"Good to know that you two are having fun" Rjeyk shook his head at the messy scene ahead of him.
Kreivan pulled his cock out of Ta'hrekk's ass, pulling out even more of his seed onto the sheets. He then moved to the other side, his cock close to Ta'hrekk's mouth. He leaned over and spread the coyote's leg's wide open, exposing his used ass. The werewolf used his paw digits to spread the hole apart, showing its glory to the stunned white wolf as the hole continued to leak cum onto the sheets.
"You know you want it. Have a little taste and you'll really see what boat we're on." Krievan said, both of them giggling softly.
Rjeyk nodded, still quite confused, and positioned his muzzle at Ta'hrekk's ass. While doing so, Kreivan grabbed the coyote's head firmly, turning it sideways and jamming his whole werewolf meat into the muzzle. Ta'hrekk choked slightly as the familiar organ pumped deep into his maw, still tasting the cum that leaked out of the tip. Kreivan forced Ta'hrekk's head back and forth along his shaft, feeling the tongue again wrapping itself around the tip.
"That's right. Suck me bitch. You know you love it."
Ta'hrekk let out a muffled confirmation as he continued to suck on the black cock above him, slurping it greedily. Meanwhile, Rjeyk began licking the abused tailhole, eating away the leaking cum. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation spread across his body. He immediately knew that the werewolf's cum was a fine aphrodisiac as he hungrily searched for more. Impatiently, Rjeyk ripped off his loincloth exposing his throbbing red wolfhood and held it with his paw guiding its insertion into Ta'hrekk's hole. It easily slipped in as he felt the familiar anal walls clasp around his shaft as well as the warm cum that was left behind when Kreivan had fucked him before. Rjeyk loved the feeling and started vigorously thrusting in and out, more and more of werewolf seed leaking out.
"Tell him to fuck him good." Kreivan demanded.
"F...Fuck me good master. I want all of i..." Ta'hrekk was muffled again when the dominating werewolf forced the maroon head over his meat again.
Rjeyk plunged all of his wolf meat in and out of Ta'hrekk's abused ass, moaning in pleasure as he continued to wildly hump it with sheer enthusiasm. In the meantime, Ta'hrekk was lying on his back with his legs spread wide open by the white paws of Rjeyk. He began to stroke his own cock with one paw, the other feeling up Kreivan's thigh. The werewolf held Ta'hrekk's head firmly, pushing it back and forth over his dripping meat. It was a spectacular sight. All 3 of them moaned consistently as the bed rocked back and forth, accompanied by the sound of bed frame sqeaking. Rjeyk held Ta'hrekk's cream furred thighs tightly as he slapped hard against his ass, felling the anal walls rub tightly against his cock. He moaned loudly as his collision with Ta'hrekk's ass rocked the coyote himself back and forth on the bed. Kreivan looked down on his submissive coyote, watching his lower body rocking to the rhythm of the slap sounds and thrusts of the white wolf in front of him. In addition, he watched the coyote's head moving also in rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusts over his black cock, as well as Ta'hrekk furiously masturbating with his paw.
"That's right bitch, suck me good. Open your legs wider for your wolf friend." Kreivan managed to mutter under substantial pleasure.
Ta'hrekk obediently tightened his ass around Rjeyk's cock, awarding him with a loud howl from the snow wolf. He also sucked the meat in his mouth faster than ever, suckling at its tip occasionally before sliding his maw and tongue back up and down the shaft again. He moved is paw on the werewolf's thigh and began squeezing his oversized testicles that were constraining close to its owner's body. Kreivan let out a satisfied moan. He held Ta'hrekk's head sideways over his cock, holding both his tip and Ta'hrekk's head firmly in place. Ta'hrekk held out his tongue under and around the top of Kreivan's length, waiting for cum to flow out as Kreivan stroked his cock through the final stages of his orgasm.. Before he knew it, the werewolf let out a final moan before spraying ropes of the warm, viscous wolf cum; some shooting deep into Ta'hrekk's hungry mouth, some drooping heavily on the coyote's lower jaw and chest, thoroughly covering both with the werewolf juice. Simultaneously, Rjeyk let out a final howl, throwing his head up in pleasure. Before cumming, he pulled out his hard cock and grinded it hard with Ta'hrekk's. Rocking back and forth as the hardened cocks slid over each other, Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk moaned together as both of their malehoods erupted a volcano of sticky hot semen, landing all over the covered coyote as well as his face and onto Kreivan's cock. Ta'hrekk still lapped the Kreivan's cock clean as the werewolf held him tight, tasting a brilliant mixture of all three of their brand of jizz. Ta'hrekk then turned around and went on all fours to clean the semen off of Rjeyk's cock, getting light moans from the white wolf. Kreivan turned Ta'hrekk's front side up and with 5 large licks across his entire body, he managed to almost completely clean the coyote's front, licking his lips in satisfaction. Rjeyk pulled Ta'hrekk's head off his cock only to kiss the coyote deep in the lips and licked the excess cum off his lower jaw.
All three of them then thwamped down onto the bed, only to find it already sticky and wet with more cum.
"Geez, what a mess we've made" Rjeyk said.
Kreivan smiled. "Blame this horny one over here. He can't get enough of this stuff."
Ta'hrekk grinned. "I won't have enough until I have both of you in me at the same time!"
Both Rjeyk and Kreivan smirked mischievously, figuring out that licking all of the cum up simply drove them more into arousal.
"Well, let's clean ourselves up a little in the pool room" Kreivan offered, "then you'll get your wish you slutty coyote!"
Ta'hrekk only laughed as all three of them walked out of the room, towards the poolroom.
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*Authors' Note: At last, it is time for the Men's Party, Niamh's suggestion in support of Julie's Opera Project. Will the men (and the Empress) be impressed with Martin's potential First Lady? Will the three "Acts" go well enough to generate fundraising for the Project? Will Dagmar, the newest slave, manage to disrupt the Party in some way? These questions will be answered in this Part. (Possibly, the next Part will handle The Meaning of Life.)*
*J Spe and Taliesin1*
Chapter 104: Getting to the Yacht
The day for the Men's Party arrived. The planning was done, so far as possible, to the last detail. Julie and One, who seemed permanently attached to the Culinary Service as Chef's "personal assistant," supervised the loading of food and drink, as well as some "toys," into the small fleet of trucks that would supply the *Ocean Star* for the evening. Julie was nervous, naturally, and fussing around all the preparations. This was an important milestone in her preparation for the First Lady position as well as for the fate of the Opera Project.
Chef growled, "For goodness sake, Julie, this isn't the first party I've catered."
Julie grinned and relaxed. She realised that she didn't have to do it all on her own. Chef's team and the Security team would watch her back, and Niamh and Sally would also be there to support her. She was still a bit concerned about Dagmar, but she hoped the newest slave was intimidated enough not to make any trouble.
Pat and Anne checked the four slaves — houris, for this evening — before bringing them to the lobby of The Enterprises' Headquarters. Martin, Edward, Charles and Igor were there to see them off, not before giving each a "good luck" kiss. Julie thought her trainer, Igor, looked a bit pensive. She mentioned it to Niamh, who shook her head. "No way! They're sending off a team of slaves to a fundraiser with a million-dollar goal on somebody else's yacht. Why on Earth would anybody be worried?"
Sally chipped in with a similar outlook. "It's not like we're going to run off with the cash, is it?"
Even Dagmar cracked a smile. She had been mostly quiet in the week, learning what the Sexual Arts trainers were trying to teach her in an accelerated schedule. She had passed each test, usually with plenty of credits to spare. Still, Julie wondered, was she harboring some plan for disaster?
The Chief of Security marshalled what seemed like a huge detachment of troops, both men and women, along with the usual fleet of SUVs, each a sleek and elegant conveyance, and one Mercedes Sprinter passenger van, windows curtained for privacy for this trip. Nevertheless, he told the slaves, the standard multi-point restraints would be in place for the trip to the yacht. Security crews came forward with the handcuffs for Transport Mode. Each slave was taken to the van and seated carefully. A short chain was clipped to the handcuff link. The three-point seatbelt was applied. Ankle shackles were clipped to D-rings at both sides of each seat.
For Julie, Niamh, and Sally, this was a familiar part of the Security Protocol. But, Dagmar remembered the van used when The Enterprises rescued Claire and her from the slavers; then, they were held by only a seatbelt and a single ankle cuff. Now, rather than fewer restraints along with a party atmosphere, there were more restraints and the atmosphere of going to war.
Sally sensed the despair in her sister slave. "Dagmar," she said softly, "you never were going to escape. Now, think a bit differently. The Enterprises has a huge investment in high-value assets — that's us — moving through rush hour traffic. If anyone tries to hijack these assets, how do you think The Enterprises is going to defend us? These restraints will, at least, slow the hijackers down until the cavalry rides to our rescue."
Sally could see Dagmar's eyes widen. "High-value assets? They really value us so much?"
"Yes, they do. You have to stop seeing everything only from your side if you're going to make it as a Good Slave. Otherwise, you'll miss the good things that can come, even to a slave."
The Chief of Security was finally satisfied with the passengers, the crews, the vehicles, and goodness-knows-what-else. The procession started off with a final wave from the Concierge staff.
Having made several trips to the Opera office, Julie and Niamh were ready for the starts and stops of rush hour traffic. To their surprise, the procession moved smoothly, if not with speed. Julie said something about the traffic and the Security crew riding shotgun grinned. "Little lady, traffic in every big city runs by computer these days. This trip is big enough to catch the eyes in the Transportation IT department. We should have a nice smooth ride all the way."
Niamh and Julie exchanged surprised looks. Who would have thought a Security type would explain anything to a slave!
When they reached the wharf where "their yacht" was docked, the van moved to the base of the gangplank and the escort SUVs parked around it. Security crew opened doors, released shackles, unbelted belts, and unlocked handcuffs. Working in pairs, they moved each slave up the gangway, along with the support staff for the evening, and into a fairly large Reception Area where each slave was transferred to a ship's crew. In moments, The Enterprises' Security staff and vehicles were gone, leaving no markers to show where the "high-value assets" were placed.
Sally voiced a thought. "You know, they did that job with professional skill. We should arrange something to thank them." Julie and Niamh, at least, smiled their agreement.
The Captain made an entrance, with the ship's crew coming to attention. The slaves caught on quickly and followed suit. The Captain's smile signaled that this was the proper procedure.
"Good afternoon to our landlubber friends," the Captain announced. "We're here to help you with your project. The sailor with each of you will show you to the stateroom we've assigned to you. You'll find your costumes, equipment, and toys are already stowed in the cabinets, so take a moment to familiarize yourself with their location. Your sailor will bring you up to the Main Salon, where we've set up the Dinner Buffet. We've got kneeling pads with each of your names alternating with regular chairs for your guests. Please seat your guest to your left, so that you will be to his right. Otherwise, the pad pattern will be screwed up. Do you understand so far?"
Julie and Niamh, who had worked on this pattern, quickly answered "Yes, Sir." Sally, with a mysterious grin, answered, "Aye, aye, Sir." Dagmar, clearly late, murmured her "Yes, Sir" quietly.
The Captain swept onwards. "After dinner, we have two possibilities for you. You can take your guest back to your stateroom or you can use the Playroom, which has another set of equipment to answer any of your needs; our ship's Engineer will be available to help with the lighting or lifts. I understand that the last part of the program will be held in the Playroom.
"Just one note more. This ship has extensive electronic surveillance assets. I understand that's one reason it was selected for this event. Your Security Department is keyed into all the places where you and your guests are likely to go. This is, of course, for your protection. If your guest tries to take you somewhere that is not well-lighted, that may be because surveillance is not available. In any case, check with your sailor for any questions; they have orders to be nearby and easily called, but not to interfere in any of the events you have arranged. Do you understand?"
Again, the four slaves made their understanding clear.
Escorted by a sailor, each slave found her stateroom and checked its "furnishings." Then, they explored the Playroom, where each slave was impressed by the thought that had gone into designing such a space. "There's more room here than in any of The Enterprises' Correction Rooms," observed Niamh.
"Yes, but The Enterprises has a lot more rooms with 'special equipment,'" answered Sally.
Julie checked with the ship's Engineer for the use of the lifts and cables in the Playroom. "We'll be using these towards the end of the evening." The Engineer went over Julie's Outline of Activities and promised, "Ma'am, it looks like smooth sailing for this program." The two shared a laugh at the pun.
As the time for the men to arrive approached, the slaves returned to their staterooms and dressed for the reception. Anne and Pat had worked on the wardrobes for the evening. The first dress was actually a cocktail dress, the Hunter Mini Dress from X by NBD, the "party girl's go-to brand," a modern makeover for the cocktail dress. Just 26" from the sweetheart neckline to the mid-thigh hem, the lacy black overlay showed a mesh of cututs. The elastane-containing lining, a contrasting nude color, provided the feminine essence. Martin had observed, "This dress is exactly how to start a party: long legs and short skirts."
The slaves assembled in the Reception Area where each picked up a silver tray bearing a frosty flute of Champagne and formed a line. Again, the Captain swept into the area, but this time he was stopped in amazement by the slaves' presentation. Sally thought she could see the thoughts flowing across his face: *I know they're just a coffle of slaves, but — Davy Jones! — what a bunch of bodies!*
Recovering, the Captain announced, "Folks, there's a bunch of cars just come onto the wharf, and it looks like your guests are getting acquainted before coming aboard. I've sent a sailor to invite them aboard, so they should be here any moment."
And it was so. Four men, each with an expression of curiosity on his face, entered the area and paused, a bit uncertain of the proprieties. This, the Captain could deal with!
"Gentlemen, welcome aboard! Please allow me to introduce your hostesses for this evening's party. First, is Julie, who is the manager for the overall Opera project. Second, is Niamh; this party was her idea. Third, is Sally. And fourth, our newest member is Dagmar. Each of these lovelies has a flute of Champagne for you."
Julie had worried about how to assign each guest as the evening's Master for each slave. The Empress had sent a short biography and a photo of each man and Julie had scrutinized these for hints on their assignments. Finally, she decided the slaves should be assigned by lot, to avoid any possible suggestion of playing favourites, or that she picked herself an easy man. The Concierge Service had prepared a Welcome Packet for each guest, labelled with the name of a slave, appropriately embellished, and packed them in a vintage Chinese lotus bowl, presented on a wooden stand.
With a flourish indicating the lotus bowl, the Captain invited each man to select his slave.
As each man drew a packet, he was rewarded with a beautiful and attentive woman, who handed him a flute of Champagne and engaged him in light-hearted conversation. First up was Sally, then Niamh, and finally Julie and Dagmar were paired up.
Niamh thought the Captain's speech a bit flat, but then, how many times had the Captain had to introduce a team of sex slaves to some new Masters? She chuckled inwardly at the brief confusion among the men.
But, these were leaders in their businesses. With only a word or two, each identified the slave he had won and the group approached the slaves. Julie's man introduced himself with just a name: John, then added, "I'm a commodity broker." Niamh's man was a Japanese who introduced himself as Master Takana. Sally was selected by a short man named Tom. Dagmar's man was a young man who introduced himself as Derek. Each took the flute of bubbly and, pocketing the keycard, saluted his prize.
Julie had a moment of panic when Dagmar, the newest slave, was drawn by the least experienced Master, the young man who had been nominated by the Empress and would be Act Three. Her Inner Goddess merely laughed and said, "Murphy's law ― you'll just have to wing it." Dagmar, by this time, had decided that her best course was to play along, at least for the moment. She curtseyed prettily and offered the flute of Champagne. Relieved, the other slaves gave Dagmar a quick smile.
Raising a hand to excuse herself from her man for a moment, Julie greeted Derek, the Empress' Young Man. "Sir, we're very pleased you have joined us tonight. We're looking forward to later this evening."
The Captain's invitation to dinner moved the group to the Dining Salon. As each of the slaves led her man across the buffet, it was clear that these were "meat and potatoes" types: each signaled for several slices carved from the standing rib roast; not much salad was taken; steamed carrots and broccoli were the only vegetables favoured. From the quantity of food loaded onto the dinner plates, it was clear that each man knew he was responsible for feeding his slave.
There was no confusion about seating arrangements: each man went directly to the chair to the left of the kneeling pad labelled for his slave. As the dining began, the slaves were pleased that their temporary Masters seemed comfortable with the arrangements. And, each slave felt comfortable after her feeding. Sally, whose experience with dinners alongside a Master was the most extensive, noticed that the men seemed at ease, both with each other and with a serving slave. As might be expected, the conversation was mostly about the impressive yacht, their gratitude to the Empress for their invitation, some recent sports headlines, and — very peripherally — some international politics.
Julie was pleased to answer one question about what was the next production of the Opera, but no one reacted to the news that it would be Mozart's *Magic Flute*. She began to worry whether this group would be receptive to the fundraising remarks she had prepared?
There was also time to notice that Dagmar seemed to be fitting smoothly into her man's conversation as well as feeding efforts. Julie thought it ironic, but fitting, that the newest slave was working with the man who was going to "try out" slavery later on.
Chapter 105: Act I Begins
Dinner over, it was clear that the men were ready for Act I. Julie rose from her kneeling pad and announced, "Gentlemen, thank you for your kind attentions during dinner. Now, on behalf of the institution we're here to support, our local Opera company, the Empress and The Enterprises welcomes your use of these delightful damsels. Your Welcome Packet has your keycard for your personal room or, if you'd like, the Playroom is open. Let's all return to this Salon in about an hour, please."
Julie's man smiled thinly as he took her hand and led her to the Playroom. "Julie, I believe the first command would be for you to strip, right?"
The slave smiled and said, "Yes, Master." Wearing not much clothing, there was no sensuous striptease, but the balletmaster's training showed Julie's moves embodied grace and control. She moved to Standing Presentation, with her feet shoulder width apart, her head level, and her hands locked behind her neck, elbows out to the side.
As the man circled his slave, he recounted the commerce of his day. "Julie, I'm a commodity broker; I send ships with stuff all over the world. The US Fed made some moves that made gold and silver drop today. China is having problems in its steel industry, so iron and steel prices fell today. The Bank of England is fussing with the pound sterling and the Bank of Japan is still trying to move the yen. On top of these, the Baltic Dry Index, which assesses the price of moving raw materials over 23 standard sea routes, plunged. The BDI is a leading economic indicator because these raw materials are headed someplace to become finished products, what you buy for your house or factory. It's supposed to be pretty efficient as an indicator of future economic growth and production. Do you understand what kind of day I've had?"
Julie recognized strain in his voice, along with doses of anger and worry about the future. "Yes, Master," she replied. "But, don't these statistics and indices move with some volatility?"
She could see surprise and some curiosity in his eyes. "Hmm," was his reply.
Then, "The problem is that none of these numbers is actually worth anything for predicting the future. The Baltic is supposed to, but the supply of ships is so inelastic, while it's pretty easy to decide to buy or not to buy a load of coal or steel to run through your factory. That makes for lots of volatility. And that might be nice for economics professors, but it's Hell on wheels for brokers.
"So," he finished up, "I've had a lousy day and I'm not in the mood for games. What I'm in the mood for is a simple whipping girl. Do you understand?"
Julie understood. The Playroom's main "feature" was its size: the width of the yacht and the height of two decks. It was designed for a Master or Mistress swinging any sort of whip they fancied.
The standard slave question hovered in the air for just a second before Julie managed an answer. "Please, Master, this slave understands. My Owner has trained me to know that my mission is to serve, to be of service, to be used. My Owner has placed me here tonight to serve, to be of service, to be used by you, to meet your standards."
The expressions crossing the broker's face seemed to show his surprise and then his pleasure. Gradually, his smile widened until it reached his eyes. To Julie, it seemed that he accepted his slave's dedication and would be pleased if she met his standards for responding to the whipping he was proposing.
*Well, I've had a caning — OK, a small caning — and I've survived strokes from a variety of whips during my training; I'll probably survive this.* Julie realized the logic wasn't exactly Aristotelian, but it would have to serve.
The man issued a stream of orders and Julie moved to comply. She found a hank of rope suitable for tying her hands, used a remote unit to let a cable down from a ceiling beam, and collected a range of instruments for her Master's inspection.
He opened the hank of rope and found the midpoint quickly. He placed Julie's hands palm to palm in front of her and, using the bight of the rope, tied a larkspur knot just above her wrists. He wrapped the doubled rope twice just above the knot and finished the binding with a cinch between her hands.
Carrying the free ends of the rope to the cable, he threw a half-hitch and then a half-hitch on a bight onto the ring holding the snaphook at the end of the cable. A touch on the remote lifted Julie's arms over her head, but did not stretch her. That, she knew, would come when he had selected the instrument of her whipping.
Julie watched his examination of the whips carefully. She recognized the care he took with each whip, testing the handle for a comfortable grip, testing the instrument for balance, and testing it for its ease of swing. Her Master was able to draw a loud crack from each instrument. For a moment, Julie wondered if she would be able to hear the crack separately from the crash as the lashes landed on her body.
The Master selected an old model whip, the standard cat'-nine-tails: two feet long, with one-third handle and two-thirds the tails that would mark her. Master's touch on the remote control lifted her arms to the regulation "Stretched" position. Julie just had time to notice the lashes were of rope before her Master ordered, "Slave, turn around. I want the first strikes to be on your back. I find that, when a slave cannot see the lash coming, it has a more powerful effect. Also, your back presents a broad canvas for painting my strokes. I learn from these so that the later strokes on your front are more decorative."
Emotions Julie thought "dead and buried" flooded the slave as she turned. This Master was going to "learn" as he whipped her back? Did this guy think a strike from a cat could be erased if it didn't "look right?" Anger was the first emotion she recognized. With sorrow, she recognized despair and hopelessness following on the heels of anger. Was her back only as valuable as a page in a sketch book?
Her Inner Goddess was her only support, and all that worthy could say was that this was simply a part of her Job Description. Martin and The Enterprises had valued her highly, and even this evening was a part of a grand project she had suggested and they had adopted.
It didn't prevent the first strike from splashing its fire from her right shoulder down to her left hip. Julie concentrated on taking another breath before she could give the standard response: "One, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Master silently watched as the welts blossomed. He had hesitated to use the cat on his own slaves, worried about disfiguring marks and about the emotional toll such marks might make on his slaves. On this slave, however, he was impressed that almost every one of the nine tails had left at least a short mark. The pattern itself was pleasing. He took a breath and delivered the second strike a bit lower than the first.
This strike caught Julie a bit unprepared, and she let slip a small cry. It was not what she wanted to do and she hurried to announce the count: "Two, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Again, Master watched the welts bloom. But, although the pattern was precise, it was not satisfying. This slave had made no error, done no crime, missed no standard. In fact, a small voice told him, she'd followed his orders exactly, not giving any sign of rebellion as he announced and then prepared her for the whipping. And her small cry? He'd heard louder and more heartfelt cries from a simple spanking. He stopped, his whip hand falling to his side, the falls caressing only the floor. For some reason, which he could not fully fathom, he was unable to continue whipping this slave. Her submission had been perfect and complete, her discipline impeccable. That cry, on reflection, had been more surprise than protest.
He felt a bit cheated. He'd wanted to work off his "bad day" with a good whipping, but this was not happening. Wasn't that what a slave was for? The small voice suggested that, perhaps, one reason was that this was someone else's slave. *Yes,* he supposed, *that too.* Another thought, one that he entertained most unwillingly, crept into his mind. He thought of his wife: elegant and beautiful, yes, but no more so than the slave suspended before him. His wife was often aloof, absorbed in her own interests and causes; uninterested in his business problems, as if they were not the source of wealth which made her easy life possible. He remembered, guiltily, that he had sometimes wished he could give her a sound flogging. This reverie ended with a start, as he noticed the reddening back of his borrowed slave, resigned to a thrashing that came from no fault of her own.
The slave he was watching was becoming concerned. The third strike should have come already, judging by the timing so far. When the Master ordered her to turn around, she was both pleased and sad. Master was satisfied with the practice strokes she had endured; now, Master would mark her front, almost certainly marking her breasts. Her Inner Goddess suggested that she was performing up to The Enterprises' standards. That was only a little encouraging.
As she turned, she felt the cable lowering her arms. Was the Master thinking of a different position? a different binding?
"Julie," the Master announced, "you've performed up to my standards, and I shall tell Martin, your Owner, exactly that. But, this whipping isn't making my day better. Come over to the table; I think they've put out some ointments to help with the pain and marks."
A single pull on the half-hitch on a bight and the knot to the cable dissolved. Master grinned at the flash of surprise on his slave's face. "It's a simple knot I learned as a kid. Putting it on a bight maintains the knot but one pull on the working end takes it apart."
Just a few moments were needed to free her hands. Automatically, Julie moved to Position One and "expressed her gratitude" that Master had found her efforts "up to standards."
The broker gave a short laugh. "Well, yes, my dear, but I've still had a bad day. Now, hold still for this ointment stuff. I'm told it feels cold on application."
It did, but it was just what Julie needed to make the pain recede into the background. Master was silent as he worked the ointment into the stroke marks. Julie and her Inner Goddess thought about the mission statement Julie had quoted earlier; part of it was that the slave should be ready with whatever Master was going to need in the next moments, right? What could they do to help Master?
"Please, Master," Julie began slowly, "you mentioned a Baltic Dry Index, something about sea trade routes? But, the Baltic isn't that big a sea, is it?"
The broker's laugh was more jovial. "Julie, that's not where the name comes from. The name comes from the coffee shop on Threadneedle Street in London, where merchants and shipowners arranged for shipment of cargoes, many of which came from what Britain called "the colonies" in the New World. Now, the index covers shipping world-wide and breaks it down by the size of the ship, from Handysize around 15,000 tons, to Supramax at 50,000 tons, to Panamax at 60-80,000 tons, and the Capesize over100,000 tons."
Julie sensed an opening and decided to press a bit. "And which of these is the most important?"
The broker was engaged. "Well, the Capesize is the smallest number of ships, but it carries almost two-thirds of world commerce." He felt more comfortable talking about something that he knew he was good at, probably even an expert. He told Julie about the first time he'd arranged for one of the Capesize cargoes: it was some kind of exotic lumber from Africa bound for furniture factories in the American South. He'd sweated practically an ocean until the ship had docked and unloaded, but he'd made a solid profit and created a bit of a name for himself.
Julie liked the story and, prodded by her Inner Goddess, asked about other cargoes, other voyages. "We never think about all the stuff that moves from where it's grown or found to where somebody makes it into something we buy in a store."
"You're right," answered the broker, adding, "Nobody appreciates us," in a mournful tone.
His slave caught the try at humor and responded with a giggle, something she couldn't have imagined doing just a little while earlier.
As conversations will go, the broker told story after story, with his slave responding to each and asking a question for clarification every so often. They realized that their part in Act I was over when the other men and their slaves began to gather in the Main Salon.
Chapter 106: Niamh's Party Master
After dinner, Master Takana had taken Niamh by the hand and led her away from the Dining Area.
"Slave, your name is quite foreign to me. What is your background?"
"If you please, Master, my background is from Ireland, where my name is not unusual."
Master Takana considered for a second. "How charming. Apparently, the Irish enjoy making a name into a puzzle."
They entered a storeroom, though it now seemed empty.
"Have you ever been tied, Niamh?"
"Yes, Master. I began bondage training quite recently."
"And what kind of bondage have you experienced?"
Niamh thought for just a few seconds, mentally counting of the kinds of restraint. "Please, Master, I have had wrist and ankle ties, hog-ties and tied to a post, both back and front."
Her Master laughed. "Then, I think this will be a new experience for you. Are you familiar with the terms *Kinbaku-bi* or *Shibari*?" He took up a large bag that had been placed by the wall, saying, "These are my paint brushes and art materials."
"Master, I don't know either of those terms. Are you going to paint my portrait?"
"Yes. In a way."
Niamh was intrigued as he unzipped the bag and produced lengths of bamboo and many metres of rope.
"A good portrait should be nude, don't you think? Please get undressed."
She slipped out of her dress, which was all she was wearing, and thought, *I'd better go to the Presentation Position, standing straight, hands behind my head and my legs parted.*
"Very pretty," Master Takana said, "but you can stand naturally for now." Niamh relaxed as he continued, "Kinbaku-bi* means beautiful tight binding; it is the art of Japanese rope bondage. In the West, it is usually called *Shibari*, which just means 'tying,' usually a parcel."
Niamh remembered that she had, long ago, seen some pictures of Japanese women, usually half-clothed, tied up in what looked like very uncomfortable positions. She explained this to Master Takana in a way she hoped conveyed her misgivings, as well as her acceptance of whatever he intended to do. She had no intention of refusal, which would certainly bring dire consequences, but she also was hoping for reassurances.
He laughed at Niamh's sly assertions. "While it is true that *Kinbaku* derives from ancient methods of torture, you need not have any worries. I am *Nawashi*, a master rope artist. I hope you will find this actually a pleasant experience. I will take some beautiful photographs to give to your Owner, as a memento of this evening."
All the while, Master Takana had been preparing his ropes. Now he said, "Lift your arms to the front, parallel to the floor, and I will begin with a simple chest harness. This is called *takate kote*." He passed the rope twice around Niamh, beneath her breasts, then, from the back over each shoulder in turn, forming a knot, and then, cinching the two shoulder ropes, passed the rope around her again, under her armpits and above her breasts.
He talked to her all the time, telling of the history of *Kinbaku*, how it had originated with the ancient Samurai practice for holding prisoners of war, to more erotic implementations in the late 19th century.
"Since the war, it has migrated to the West, and it seems that now anything goes. Some of the ties are purely decorative and do not restrain the 'captive' at all."
Niamh was feeling a lot more comfortable now. In fact, the feel of the r
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Made The same sound woke her every morning. The slow click, click, click, whirr. She shrugged off the lethargy of the night with each dawning of the sun. Whirr, pop, click. She stretched, her arms rising high, as if dancing a ballet. She slid on her dress; every moment was to be enjoyed. Her bronzed skin off set by the midnight blue silk and white frills. Her duties awaited.
He found her strutting about the halls, every movement of hers elegant and precise as she dusted the many oddments of the castle. She could feel him watching her, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. She was his, and he watched, so she was happy.
She bent over to dust, knowing he could see up her skirt. She wiggled. Pop, click. He came closer, his footsteps echoing. She stood, turning to face him. He gazed into her eyes, something he’d not done in a long time, then turned away. She did not smile or frown. Neither said a word. It was how it was.
She saw him again later as he sat in an old chair, tea and muffins sat next to him. She remembered them. She’d liked them once, but that was so long ago. Maybe he’d let her have some someday. Maybe just to remember, but it would not be today. She turned, continuing her duties. He paid her no mind. It was how it should be.
She began to wear down. She knew the day was ending. Her chores had taken her around the castle many times. Her movements slowed, as she crept towards her room. Stairs became harder, each motion slower. Whir, pop, click. As she approached the dais that she rested on she saw him again. His craggy features, he was waiting for her. She wondered why. It was not like him to come see her, not like this. But he reached out her hand, taking the smoothness of hers in his wrinkled old fingers. “It’s time.”
She wondered now, about things, long ago things. He stepped with her into her chambers. He let her stand in her place, drowsy, and left to her own thoughts. Vague flashes of a life gone by passed through her mind. Fragments. Of fair skin, of herself, but not who she was now. She remembered eating, loving, and feeling. She missed it, but she couldn’t feel that loss. It was another life, another person. Not her. She lived to serve now.
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If these walls could talk, I would surely be homeless tonight. It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting on the overstuffed sofa my mom thought was the epitome of good taste and designer fashion on a rent-a-center budget. This couch isn't the only thing that's been overstuffed in the room.
Last night was a night I'll never forget. It's also a night I want to remain hidden from the normal world that only knows the exterior of the good girl I seem to be. My parents would die of embarrassment and shame if they knew the deeds that took place in this very room less than 12 hours ago.
They will be home from their weekend vacation soon. I am hung over, slightly sore, filled with a tinge of guilt. But, I'm also filled with the most satisfying memories of the best sexual escapade of my life, so far.
My parents left Friday evening to spend the weekend at a cabin rental in the mountains. I had to work Friday and Saturday morning and would have the house to myself for the weekend. My father still worries about me being home alone. I think it's sweet. I also think he is too trusting of me. But, I guess that's a good thing.
I left work Saturday at 2:00 and went straight to my boyfriend, Jake's, house. We don't get to see each other much during the week because we both work, so the weekends are allows reserved for quality time together. Everything was going as usual, until he got a call from his old high school friend Seth.
I'd met Seth a few times, but wasn't really sure of his character. He was loud; a bit obnoxious really. Yet, there was something about him. He had a nice smile and was always very flirty. Definitely a ladies man.
Seth wanted to come hang out with us for awhile and bring his niece, Heather with him. Heather is 18, a bubbly spirit, with a subtle charm about her. She's a quite person, but I can attest she wasn't so quiet last night.
Jake told Seth to meet us at my parents house; as I needed to shower and get ready for the evening. We were planning on a nice dinner out, then back to my place for a movie and snuggle time.
Seth and Heather were waiting for us when we pulled into the driveway. I greeted them both and invited them inside as I went about my task of showering and changing into the new low cut dress I'd bought a few days before. I decided to skip the donning of panties this time; Jake and I hadn't been intimate all week and I figured I could tease him a little in the car.
When I came down stairs to the living room, I noticed a large bottle of tequila on the coffee table. I eyeballed Jake with my "what the hell is this" glare and he gave me one of his "I'm sorry" looks.
Seth was on the phone placing an order for pizzas. I will admit, I was furious. I motioned for Jake to come into the kitchen with me. I wasn't about to let his friend ruin our date night like this.
Jake whispered he was very sorry, but to be understanding, since Seth's girlfriend had just broken up with him. He told me to let Seth eat his pizza, have a few drinks, then he'd drive Seth and Heather home and we could go out.
I agreed to those terms. I wasn't too happy about it at the time. Now, I'm glad I gave in. I thought Seth was ruining my evening. I had no idea he was actually making it one of the best nights of my life.
When the pizza arrived, I decided I might as well have a slice. He'd ordered four larges and I was starving. We sat and listened to him go on about how his girlfriend had met someone else and sent him a video of herself having sex with the new guy in an attempt to truly break his heart. I sincerely felt bad for the guy.
After everyone had indulged in pizza slice after pizza slice, Heather popped the top on the tequila and asked if I had a shot glass. I obliged as I knew it wouldn't be too much longer after that and Jake could get them the hell out of here so we could do something, since dinner was pretty much taken care of at this point.
I brought two shot glasses back to the living room and both Seth and Heather knocked down two shots, back to back. Seth handed Jake the glass and proceeded to grab his phone from the table.
Jake took a shot and handed the glass to me. I wanted to flick him in the nose, but took a deep breath and poured myself a drink as well. There was no use getting mad at this point.
Seth handed Jake his phone and sighed. "Just look at this bitch. Can you believe this shit?"
There was his ex girlfriend, Samantha, lying naked on her bed. She began talking and her first words were, "Hello, Seth, you asshole. I hope you enjoy this, fucker. It's over." A much older man proceeded to wave at the camera as she placed it on a table and started sucking his dick. We watched the video as the man lifted her up, turned her around, and started having sex with her, doggy style, on a bed. This went on several minutes before she flipped the camera the bird, blew a kiss and turned the camera off.
I didn't know what to say. I knew Samantha, but never dreamed she'd do a thing like this. The fact is, the video actually turned me on. She had a nice body and listening to her moan made me a bit tingly between my legs.
We all sat in silence a moment before Seth took his phone back and flung it on the table. "Fuck that whore," he mumbled while taking another shot. "I don't give a damn about her anyway."
Heather got up and stood behind Seth. She placed her hands on his neck and started massaging his shoulders. I took another shot of tequila because, frankly, I just didn't know what to say and the video had aroused me.
I watched Heather for a moment when I noticed something wasn't quite right. She was touching her uncle in, what I deemed, a very intimate way. I watched her long fingers caress his neck and ears, then she proceeded to shock me. She leaned over and began kissing him directly on the lips. I could tell they were using their tongues.
I looked at Jake and he turned his head to me with a slight grin on his face. "Holy shit!," he mouthed as we both turned back to stare at this West Virginia peep show happening before our very eyes.
I was already sexually stimulated by the tequila and the video. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. They were consenting adults, even if they were close family. Did they do this often, I wondered. I took one more shot, then placed my hand in Jake's lap. He took my hand and put it on his hard dick. I will admit, it turned me on even further.
I started rubbing Jake through his jeans and spread my legs just a bit. He placed his hand under my dress, then smiled at me when he realized I wasn't wearing panties. I was so wet, I could feel my moisture flowing into the creases between my thighs.
By this time, Heather was sitting on Seth's lap and he was fondling her breasts under her shirt. As Jake and I sat there touch each other, Seth pulled her shirt over her head and began sucking her breasts.
I was so turned on at this point, I unzipped Jake's pants and took his dick into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I softly, yet eagerly, took every inch of him down my throat. I devoured him fully and could feel him grow even harder.
I sucked on him only a minute before I felt a set of hands caress my hips and trail down my ass. I turned my head to see Heather standing behind me, naked. Seth was standing to her left staring at my ass while stroking himself. He had a look of want in his eyes.
For a split second I wanted to protest. What the hell was going on?! What the fuck were they planning on doing? But, looking at Heather's beautiful, curvy body and voluptuous breasts, nipples hard, long hair flowing down her shoulders, I couldn't speak. She truly was a gorgeous girl.
Heather bent down and kissed me. It was a hard, passionate kiss. I don't think I've ever been kissed quite like that before. It took my breath away. It also took any last doubts I had about the whole taboo nature of events away.
I turned towards her, my back against the couch, legs spread open, and pulled the hem of my dress to my waist. She took her hand and ran it across my throbbing wet pussy, juices covering her fingers. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked the wetness from the tips. "You taste nice," she said and placed her head between my legs.
I've had oral sex many times in my life, but her tongue was like no other. She knew exactly how hard to lick my clit and even swirled her tongue as she placed several fingers inside me.
Seth got on his knees and squeezed his niece's ass, then slowly thrust his long, thick cock inside her. She gasped a moment, then went on licking me. The idea he was actually screwing his niece was such a turn on, yet so awkward at the same time. I was so horny I didn't care. I was aching. I needed release and Heather's mouth felt like just the thing to get me there.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming. She had only been licking me a couple of minutes. Suddenly, she raised her head up and I could tell she was feeling the pleasure her uncle was giving her. Seth pulled out of her and she crawled over to Jake where she started sucking him.
I will admit, I had a brief moment of jealousy wash over me, but that went away the moment Seth slid himself inside me. His dick was thick and long. Much larger than Jake's. I could feel the difference as he filled my walls more than they'd ever been before. It felt excellent. The tip of his penis was hitting the roof of my snatched, right at the g spot. I didn't know how much longer I could last like this, but I didn't want it to stop.
Seth pounded me fast, then slow, then fast again. I knew this time I would cum. I could feel it building. I was almost ready. I wanted to cum all over him. That's when he pulled out. I know I must have given him the most pitiful look imaginable as he smiled at me and said, "not yet baby."
By this time, Heather was already on Jake's lap, rocking her hips back and forth , grinding her pussy on his shaft while saying dirty things to him. I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of it. I've never been one to talk dirty to him.
"Do you like my tight wet pussy. I know you've wanted this a long time. I've wanted to taste your girl a long time too. She tastes delicious," she said to him through short breaths of air.
Seth touched her at the small of her back and she stopped riding Jake and stood up. Seth sat down on the couch and leaned back. "Come and sit on me," he said to me. I was going to straddle him, but he motioned for me to turn around, facing away from him.
I slid down gently on his shaft and he grabbed my hips and started thrusting me again. I heard him say, "double stuff." That's when he pulled me back onto his chest and Jake got on his knees in front of me.
Jake began easing his cock into my pussy that was already filled with Seth's enormous dick. It hurt for a brief moment. I wanted to protest, but then, the most amazing thing happened. Jake's hard cock glided inside me and the pressure was instant pleasure inducing.
Here I was, on my parent's couch, two men had their dicks buried inside me and I could not have been enjoying myself more. I've never felt anything like that.
As Jake and Seth slowly pumped their rods inside me I could feel more wetness being produced. Heather stood on the couch and sat her wet pussy on Seth's face, her ass just inches away from me.
I was so caught up in the moment that I grabbed her and pulled her towards me and started eating her out. This was the first time I'd ever had another woman's pussy in my mouth. It was warm and juicy. I didn't even mind the taste. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it.
As I ran my tongue all over her hole and clit I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I moaned loudly and began quivering slightly. I'd never felt a buildup like this before. It felt like I was going to explode with pleasure. That's when the tingling wave of orgasm radiated through my entire body. It started inside me, then worked its way down my legs and into my toes. Even my face felt like euphoria was touching it, placing hands over my cheeks and kissing them with sweet flutters of butterfly wings. No, more like butterflies were having their own orgasms all over my face.
I felt myself getting wetter than before. Liquid was pouring out of me. I heard Jake say, "yeah baby, squirt all over this dick." Hearing his voice sound so sultry, so demanding, made me cum again. I'd never had dual orgasms back to back.
My body was twitching, shaking from the powerful force spewing from between my legs. I knew someone was cumming inside me. I felt the warm, rhythmic shots go off inside me. It was Jake. His face was wrinkled with intense pleasure.
I couldn't move. My entire body felt like jello, almost like I'd been swimming for hours and had just gotten out of the water.
Seth pulled out of me and gently rolled me over to the side and Heather climbed on top of him. They were both finished within a minute. All I could do was lay there, trying to get my body to cooperate long enough for me to stand up so I could go clean up. What had just happened was a little weird, but damn if it wasn't the best lay I've ever had.
Oh crap, if you'll excuse me, I just heard a car door shut. I think my parents are home.
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(F tf Tibetan Mastiff, mass-tf various, fluffy)
Gabriella finished another cheerleading session out of breath, but pleased at the team's performance. The university of Eldyore is best known for its arcane curriculum, but it of course still has a sports team and Gabriella wanted to be on the front lines cheering them forward! She has only been going to Eldyore for a week but is already hitting it off! Cheerleading is a team effort, so naturally she was working close with the other cheerleaders and becoming friends. And none of them knew she is actually a tryhard.
Gabriella has long brown hair almost perfectly straight to the middle of her back and hazel eyes. Her bust is a well-balanced C cup and her hips rather shallow for a woman- though she has a pleasant bubble-butt. She looks the part of cheerleader convincingly enough- but before she had to transfer to this new university in a new city; Gabriella was a bookworm. She has the energy and willingness to get out there and strut her stuff, but her aptitude with her magical studies caused her peers to regard her as a nerd and shut her out of doing anything besides book studies, and so she did- top of the class. Now that she is in a new city she decided to use this opportunity to start fresh. They did not know she is a bookworm here, so she immediately put her foot in the door to set herself up as a go-getter. You can only do first impressions once, so now that her reputation is set; regardless of what she does beyond this point, most people will always regard her as an energetic cheerleader!
She chugged the remains of a water bottle, gasping afterward because she is still trying to catch her breath. The cheerleaders here have to go hard- since it's a school known best for magic, there isn't nearly as many people in the stands to back up the sports teams, so the people who are there need to cheer twice as loud to make up the loss. Since it is late in the day, Gabriella's boyfriend came to pick her up. She suspected he was a big part of her fitting in and getting into the cheer team so easily as well. He looked older than her, with a sharp short beard and bristly, brushed back hair. Very handsome and hulkingly tall and muscular- Tom is a very handsome man with platinum blonde hair. He never spoke more than a word or two to anyone else, and he did not go to the university so the only time anyone saw him was when he is picking up Gabriella. It was obvious that all the other girls were crushing on him hard too, but he did not respond to their fawning over him in the least bit. At most he would wave back at other girls calling to him and immediately turn back to Gabriella. Trying to find out how she landed with the hottest man in the country is how Gabriella managed to capture the attention of the cheer team and get in so easily. But that was the ploy from the start.
Tom is hand-crafted by Gabriella to serve that very purpose, you see. Using her prowess in magic; Gabriella turned her Pomeranian 'Tito' into the ideal boyfriend 'Tom'! He doesn't drive her home- she takes the bus, and he turns back into a dog once she puts his collar back on- it has a warding stone embedded in it so she doesn't actually need to cancel and re-apply the spell. That is why he only ever speaks one or two words! He doesn't know any other words, he is a dog!
Gabriella nodded happily as they walked down to the nearest exit to the student parking. "Another great day, all thanks to our plan, hehe. I feel a bit bad playing a deceiver but... I don't want to be held down by someone else's misconceptions again."
"Tito good?"
"Tom."
"What?"
"Your name is TOM when you're in this form, remember?"
"Yes. Tito is Tom."
Gabriella sighed. When the two of them went to leave, she grabbed his sleeve to stop him- suddenly remembering she left her books by the bench and told Tito to stay while she dashed off. Being a good boy, he remained in the general area- never straying far enough from the doorway for him to not be able to see it. He did wander a bit though, peeping into the doors of several other classes out of curiosity. He tried to sniff them too- but as a human his nose did not work how he wanted it to. One room was particularly interesting though- it was a small room that looked like it might just be storage but he could see lots of sparkly things through the small window on the door. The walls are covered in geometric, branching paths and all seemed to gather on the floor into a pillar that held up a shimmering crystal- a very large spellstone. He watched the slow moving sparkles shimmer up through the paths toward the pillar. Being a dog; Tito knew nothing of magic, but being around Gabriella taught him not to fear it either. Gabriella was already approaching again from the opposite side of the exit. When the glittering mana entered the conduction pillar it fired up very quickly and caused the crystal to pulse with gentle light. Suddenly Tito's form seemed to explode into colored vapor! He turned back into a teacup Pomeranian!
Being tiny in comparison to his form only a fraction of a second earlier; he tumbled out of the air to the floor letting out a startled yip! Gabriella scrambled over to him and picked him up in confusion. Gabriella glanced into the room he was peeping on and did not know what it is either. It looks like some sort of school-wide sustained spell. The spellstone is being fed mana slowly over time to store energy, and when it detects the spell starting to wear off it renews it from its energy store. The crystal is basically a battery for spells. But she had no idea what the spell is that it is keeping up. It turned Tito back immediately so maybe it is an anti-magic barrier. It is against the school rules to cast spells outside of the arcane classrooms so that seems the most likely answer. That means she needs to completely re-apply the spell at home or drop the whole Tom act- what a pain in the ass. This never happened before because she normally would have left already with him by now, and because he was left to wait he was directly outside of the door when it refreshed.
This wasn't that big of a problem, except as Gabriella went to leave she heard a gasp and turned to see Rika standing awestruck in the hall. Uh oh... she seen that all happen.
"T-t-tom turned into a dog!! What happened?!"
"Oh uh... yea. It is okay- I know a few spells, I can probably fix this easily. I just need to get him home."
"B-but what happened? There is no one here in the hall other than us?! Who did it?!"
"Oh... I uh... don't know. A lot of people have been acting jealous of him, maybe one of the other girls did it?"
Rika's brows hardened a bit in worry. "Ooh, I bet you are right. That is dangerous! Using transformation magic like that IN the school? Wow."
"Yea, I know right? Heh..heh... anyway, I better get the poor guy home so I can turn him back to normal! See you tomorrow Rika."
"Yea. Later!"
Gabriella quickly hustled out of the school and stuffed Tito into her book bag for the bus ride back to her home off-campus. The advantage of him being in dog form is he is so tiny she could technically fit him in her pockets- and since he is a dog he doesn't need to pay bus fare. Rika finding out about this makes things complicated though. Now the other girls will most likely find out about this, and question her again tomorrow. She also hastily blamed one of the other girls, and hoped she did not unintentionally cause in-fighting now by raising suspicion.
Gabriella got to work putting her spell back together in preparation of tomorrow and then cooked herself dinner and went to sleep. Tito is entirely unbothered by it whether she gets the spell or not- he is just happy to be a part of things. That night though, Gabriella had an unusual dream where Tito was back to his human form and she was on all fours? He was... walking HER? Like most dreams, it seemed entirely normal when it was happening but the moment she woke up and reviewed it in her conscious mind she muttered 'what the hell was that?' before shuffling to the bathroom to get ready. While getting ready for school again she went over in her head all the questions they will likely bombard her with when she arrives at cheer practice.
She took a step back and tossed off her oversized night shirt to put on actual clothes and as soon as she bent over she almost fell over backwards in surprise! Her legs were hairy! It wasn't that long since she shaved them last, and somehow they look worse than they have ever been! She can't go to practice like this! That wasn't all though- her pubic hair had also rapidly regenerated into a thick mat over her pubic mound, where it had been a trimmed back triangle the night before! Well... she doesn't technically need to trim that for anything, so she will just leave that for later, Gabriella definitely needs to fix her legs. After shaving she had to scramble- she barely left herself any time to get ready so she could sleep longer, but now having an extra step to getting ready but her dangerously close to being late. She turned Tito to his human form so he could take the bus to school and meet her as usual. He did not know how to read clocks but canines actually have an extremely good internal clock- he will know when it's time without using an actual clock.
At school Gabriella started to feel a bit weird, and found it difficult to concentrate. Her newly shaven legs kept itching and her tongue felt odd, causing her to roll it around a lot in her mouth, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Her first class was a bust- it was a lecture today and she was too out of it to really pick up on anything the professor said. When she scratched her legs after class before standing up she furrowed her brow. She could feel it through her pant legs! Hair!! Her leg hair grew back AGAIN? In a few hours?! She immediately remembered yesterday and Tito being forced back to normal. Had that somehow done something to her as well? But what? And how? It was most likely a spell neutralizing effect, which would prevent any magic from happening to anyone- not put a random spell on you. Well she cannot shave while in school. After classes she went to practice wearing her usual uniform- except this time with knee-high socks to cover the hair that was so thick it made her look like she had man legs.
She sheepishly approached Tiffany. "Heyyy, I have been feeling kind of chilly today for some reason, is it okay if I wear these long socks for today's practice? Since it's just practice?"
Tiffany shrugged. "Rika would probably say no buuut, she ain't here today, so." She shrugged again. "Sure."
"Wait, Rika isn't here today?" That was odd- she told Gabriella yesterday that she would see her today.
"Yea, I guess she was sick or something? She hasn't texted anyone even, just didn't show up at all."
So Gabriella actually didn't need to make up a fake story about yesterday- because Rika was the only one who seen and she is suddenly missing. Practice went along normally, though Gabriella kept looking down at her legs to make sure nothing was showing. Having the socks press on so much hair down there was not a feeling she is accustomed to. It is also concerning because she still doesn't know what actually caused it, so she cannot predict if it will get worse. Toward the end of their usual session her heart jumped and she noticed something else entirely! Her fingernails are thicker and look slightly grey! They are twice as thick as normal, making them almost like weird, stumpy flat-ended claws! She abruptly crossed her hands behind her back to hide them.
"Hey, uh... is it okay if I skip out a little early?"
Tiffany looked at the clock. "Yea, I mean we usually stop in ten minutes anyway. Plus Rika isn't even here..." She turned to Amalie. "Hey, you know what dorm room she is in right? Can you go check on here, see what's up for tomorrow?"
Amalie nodded. Gabriella dashed out and waited for Tito to 'pick her up' by the usual exit- except today she was already waiting outside. Thinking her changes are linked to yesterday's dispel she was expecting Tito to have some weird mutation tacked onto his human form now, but he was perfectly normal when he arrived. Gabriella's nails are starting to push out longer too, at an abnormal rate that is. Blackening claws that are thick but have blunted ends? They are starting to look awfully like canine claws.
Totally unknown to her though- something is amiss in the men's locker room after their game practice- which coincides with the cheer practice. Dan embarrassingly still had an erection he could not get rid of. When he tossed his clothing away though to get showered- what really pulled attention to it is even he gawked at it a moment. It seemed almost a full inch larger than it should be able to get.
Carl laughed and swatted at it with a towel. "Tell that thing to sit down, man. You'll make Reive's little man jealous."
They both laughed at Reive's yelling 'hey!' from the opposite side of the lockers.
Dan shook his head. "Someone was playing a rather convoluted prank on my girl, Rika."
"Oh? Cheer captain... jealous cheer member?"
Dan shrugged. "Last night she called me and she had floppy dog ears, and nipples all down her stomach, and she almost fumbled the phone during the video call because her hands were part of the way to paws!" He pat some books beside him. "She got me to gather up these books of counter spells if she did not show up at school today and..."
"She ain't here. So your girls a real bitch now, huh?"
"Yea, real funny. It was fucking hot if I am being honest, and it probably won't be that hard to undo buuut... who the hell knows enough about magic to do something like that? People come here to learn how to do the stuff that leads up to that- so who is still in school but already good enough with magic to turn someone into a dog, and not even be present when the transformation happens? Don't the basic transformations need to be channeled or... something? I don't know fuck all about magic."
Carl hummed in thought. "Yea, that is a good point. It is also against the school rules to use magic in the school, and she lives at the dorms, so it must have happened on school property. Whoever did it gives zero fucks. If it's jealousy; better watch your own back. You're her squeeze, so if this mystic badass decides to go all out- you the next target, homes."
Dan glanced back at his insistent erection with even more worry... had he already been hit? He groaned for a moment as a sudden, dull but strong ache entered his balls, causing him to bend over. There was then an odd pleasure in his balls at the same time, and slowly the pleasure grew and muted the pain more and more. Carl backed up in fear and the other guys in the locker room showers stopped what they were doing to look over at the groaning man. His balls blushed red and started to grow rapidly in size, pulling all the natural creases of the scrotum tight and smooth! They grew well beyond human proportions and then the skin started to darken almost as if being bruised, but the skin tone was shifting from a human pink to a bestial matte black.
"W-what eEEeis happen-...*snirk" He grabbed his face at the odd sound of his voice and noticed the end of his nose now flared up blocking the middle of his field of vision! He has a pig nose!
Or a porcine nose anyway- though Dan could not see himself, the others noticed it was not a pig but a boar he was turning into. Long, stiff and bristly hairs sprouted from his upper back, then his shins and forearms, becoming bushy mats of coarse fur. By now each of his testicles was the size of a honey melon each and they rocked back and forth heavily when he stood in a panic, looking to the others as if they could somehow help him. His feet started to change shape causing him to slip on the tile floor and bang his back against the lockers on the other side of the bench he had been seated on. His upper body grew broader, causing his bones to pop loudly as they shifted position and shape under the skin and muscle. He glanced quickly to the books beside him- counter spells! He could break his own curse! He scrambled onto all fours to get onto the bench and with an already deforming hand he swat open the book cover to look at the index to find the one he needed. The fur already encased his whole body- but became almost like a thick mane on his upper back and neck. His neck was becoming so thick that it was hard to tell where his torso ended- it was starting to look more like he just had a body and then a head with nothing in between.
When Dan attempted to read the book he was interrupted by his own teeth! His canine teeth grew massively on his upper jaw, doing a full turn around his lips to point up on the outside of his mouth- he is growing tusks! He had to lower his head so he could read past the extending points of his tusks. But then his vision became blurry and his face started to pull out- growing into a snout caused it to take up more and more of his field of vision! His face pushed out further and further and his nostrils were so long now that when he inhaled sharply the nostril walls partially collapse in, causing him to snort unintentionally. His face pushed out so far that it forced his eyes to the sides of his head, making it impossible to read something directly in front of him. He tried to ask for help but all that came out were gravelly, deep oinks and grunting sounds! In the time it took him to fall over, get up, and open the book; Dan was already completely turned into a wild boar with unusually long and bristly fur. He cannot write runes to use a spell if he has no hands, nor can he ask for help if he cannot speak!
The other men all looked at each other uncomfortably. They did not want to just abandon Dan, but at the same time- helping him may cause whoever did this to also target them in anger, or whoever they report this to, to suspect one of them did it. And none of them wanted to deal with that. Rather than actually report it, they agreed to submit an anonymous report to the office and scramble out of the school so none of them get tied up in his business, while still technically helping him.
Gabriella had her own problems to deal with- her condition was getting no better, either. Though her transformation was very slow, it did continue to progress. By the time she got home that night the near-invisible peach fuzz on her forearms was starting to take a bit of color and look like a light dusting of actual hair! The hair on her legs was getting obscenely dense, starting to look like a mat of fur! It is also abnormally soft for body hair- which is a trait of fur. So is she turning into a dog? Did the dispel displace the spell rather than cancel it? But even that did not make any sense. The spell in Tito was dog to human- that would not turn a human into a dog, it would turn a human into a... uh... double human? Definitely not a dog anyway. It is also progressing rather slowly- which is a sign the spell isn't working quite right. By the time she made herself dinner, her ears are starting to look pointy and she had to shuffle her panties a bit because her tail bone started to extend slightly! Oh great- more signs of a dog transformation in slow-motion.
She slapped a book down beside her dinner plate and tried the counter spell for Tito on herself during dinner, but as she expected- it has no effect, it isn't the same spell. "Greaat. Whatever this is- I don't have a counter for it." Tito barked softly, turning his head to the side to show he doesn't really understand what she is saying, but is listening. "Basically means I need to go to school tomorrow in spite of looking like this. I need to get to the library there and go through their counter spells till I find one that works, because this one does nothing- it doesn't match the spell type. And I don't know what the hell actually happened to me so I don't even know what counter spell to look up, so I have to just try all of them till one of them works! Uuuugh."
She also had to be extremely careful; obviously if someone finds out she is turning into something, they are going to have a lot of questions. She can't go to practice tomorrow at all- the fur on her legs is starting to creep higher on her legs so stockings aren't going to cut it tomorrow- it's full pants. That night as she slept her ears started to get bigger, and her soft moans in her restless sleep started to sound like soft growls as her teeth became sharper! Her tail bone extended out properly into a mini tail, gaining a light layer of soft fur and her labia started to turn bruise purple as a middle point between neon pink and black. She squirmed in bed from the feeling of hairs starting to sprout on her chest! A bushy but narrow stripe of fur grew in the valley between her breasts which caused them to be overly well-insulated, raising her body temperature considerably.
She woke up with a half-groan half-gasp that ended up sounding like a breathy bark! She immediately seen how thick the fur on her forearms was and scrambled to the bathroom even though she was still half asleep and stumbling over everything on the way there. The first thing she noticed in the mirror is her lips are black! It looks like she is wearing black lipstick but that is just the color of her actual lips now! She opened her mouth to look at her new fangs and noticed the inside of her mouth is mottled pink and black- and her tongue is much larger, but also more thin making it easier to stuff into her mouth in spite of its growth. Her iris are unusually wide as well- but not big enough to hide her sclera so her eyes did not appear dark like that of a beast yet. Her ears were larger though, and the cartilage has shrunken away, softening the ends enough that they fold over at the very tip- whatever canine she is turning into has floppy ears. There is a very wide triangle of fur growing on her back too- but right now it's just a light layer she can still fully see her skin through. The most alarming was the patch on her chest, which has grown so thick over night that it filled her cleavage entirely! There is no gap between her boobs- thanks to the fur it's just a shelf straight across. On top of that, the fur is all matted and damp because it's been making her sweat all night! It is still dark out, though technically morning, so Gabriella just stays up and has a shower to cool off and clean out her matted fur. She made herself blush, thinking the fur almost feels like something else long and warm stuffed between her boobs. In the shower she seen her toenails had undergone the same transformation her fingernails had, and the bottom of her feet felt a bit odd- the feeling was more remote, like she had callouses on the bottoms of her feet, but they felt perfectly soft still so it wasn't that. In fact, it felt softer than normal. Shallow bubbles of fat forming under the skin... the very start of paw pads! She would need to get to school fast. As soon as she is done getting fixed up; Gabriella is going to run straight to school. Her first class isn't till closer to lunch, so she has all morning to look but... it's progressing too fast to leave this alone. The changes are very slow- you cannot see the changes happen by looking at it, but it's constant and unending, so every time she glances down at herself something is a little different- a little more off than before.
Gabriella was not the only one having problems however. At the women's dorm on campus, Tiffany decided to stop by Rika's dorm room herself on her way to school. She sent Amalie to check on Rika to see what was up yesterday, but then didn't hear anything back from Amalie- she was not getting the texts. So now there was two missing cheerleaders! She approached the room casually but then slowed and furrowed her brow when she noticed the door is wide open. She peered inside and the room looked like someone ransacked the place! On top of that, there is a huge French poodle on the bed squatting on all fours, sliding her plush cookie up and down a human dildo propped up in the blankets!
"Whaaaat the fuuuuuck is going on here? Pets aren't allowed in the dorms!"
She looked to the other side of the room and there is a black lab sitting on the floor, with a rather ashamed look on her face. Is she the dog that trashed the place? There was no humans to be found- so Rika is still MIA. The lab had one of Rika's shirts on though- although obviously it did not fit properly on the body of a dog. How on earth would Rika have concealed two pet dogs in the dorms without anyone finding out? Especially a poodle- a dog that is both notoriously large, and violent. Then a thought occurred to Tiffany.
"Rika?" The lab's ears perked up immediately and it fully stood onto all fours. "R-Rika is that... you?" The dog barked twice. "...hooooly shit."
And the poodle on the bed... a French dog... Amalie is also French. Both of the missing cheerleader
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s are right here- as dogs! But unlike Rika who is responsive and seems to fully understand the situation- Amalie is riding that dildo non-stop without a care in her head. Her ears still flick up when you call her name but she refuses to leave that dong.
"Who would do this to you two?! On school property... oh... am I? What if its targeting the cheer-ah-n-n-no!" Even as she pondered the thought she could feel an odd tingle through her body and then her muscles squirm on their own as change took her!
Her first instinct was to run, but she stopped so suddenly that she nearly fell over before actually getting out of the room. The spell was already in her- running isn't going to stop it now, and the moment she leaves the room someone is going to see her in her unfortunate condition, so she remained there.
Tiffany's lips pursed on their own and then started to project out unusually far! The bones of her jaw are extending beyond her mouth! As they stretch forward her teeth quickly regress- feeding their material into the new growth as a bird beak starts to form! No... wait, not a beak, a bill- it's not sharp enough to be a beak. The bill turns more and more toward neon orange as it extends, while the flesh that used to be her lips and her nose which is being rapidly scrunched up is now turning pitch black! The black coloration surrounds her eyes and eye lids quickly spreading from her nose... the mask of a swan! She lets out several stuttered cries of surprise as the vertebrae in her neck start popping in rapid fire- new segments popping into existence and forcing the existing ones to move, stretching her neck longer! Tiffany turns to close the door and almost falls over. Her clothes start to get loose on her as her entire body starts to shrink down- air is forced out of her lungs in a long sigh as her lungs become smaller! Her legs cramp a moment and then start to stretch longer and thinner- the skin on them becoming stiff Her big toe regressed and was drawn back as her feet rapidly deformed- one toe vanished entirely as the other three grew longer! Skin was drawn up between them as it tightened to give her webbed feet, and as the skin on both her feet and up her legs stiffened it turned pitch black as well.
She tried again to close the door but the strength left her arms and she ended up just brushing the door lightly as all the digits on her hands were forced together! They were growing, but growing in a way that forced them together and fused them into a single bone! Quills started to emerge from her skin all over causing her to squirm and cry in distress, but her cry almost sounded like a quack! The quills burst open and bloomed into snow white feathers to cover her otherwise black skin! Oddly; rather than her hair fall out when the feathers got to it, it simply turned white. Her long human hair remained on the shrinking swan head! When her tail feathers came in, they also grew almost twice as long as an actual swan's tail is supposed to be. Her neck was so long by the time she finished changing that it felt like she had a third person perspective of her own body. She is also too small to even reach the door handle so she cannot close the door properly unless she slams her face into it. With a long head of snow white human hair, she looked like someone's idea of some beautiful fantasy swan.
Rika whimpered at her, knowing they were both now helpless. Well; Amalie is helpless too, but she seems too horny to actually care about that part. Rika wanted to try and run and get help but was also afraid to leave her room. If they see a black lab on campus she will get taken in by animal control- if she isn't in her room still wearing her shirt no one is going to realize it's her in the first place. Tiffany is so small compared to her old form that all her clothes fell off, nothing could even be draped on her, so she remained standing on a nest of her discarded clothing. A swan is a very big bird, but still nowhere near human sized or proportion. Tiffany was sitting there worried with her feathers ruffled for nearly twenty minutes before another girl- Jen spotted her in the open doorway when she was just passing by to leave for class.
Seeing a swan and two dogs in a trashed, open dorm room definitely got her attention quickly enough. Seeing the lab in a shirt and the swan on an entire outfit immediately gave her a good picture of what happened here. Jen shook her head and dashed away- she needed to tell one of the professors that someone is using powerful magic on campus! Jen certainly did not know how to fix them herself- and it was something best left to the professionals anyway. She left the dorm and scoot along the path to the school proper- a path lined with gigantic trees, with their leaves and branches far above, so you could still easily see for a good distance even with the trees in the way. That helped her take note of how few people were around. It is still pretty early- most people avoid the earliest classes because no one wants to wake up. Jen slowed her walk, getting lost in thought. Most people are not awake yet... so then who turned them into animals? She did not see anyone else around. Are they hiding? Did they... see her? She started to feel weird... or was she just imagining it? Or did the attacker know she was going to rat them out? Jen suddenly tripped and fell to her hands, but then when she tried to get up she felt the bones and muscles shift in her lower legs! Oh no! It got her too!
Her feet stretched out, causing her to unintentionally lift her ass into the air! Her pants ballooned in the back before the pressure forced them to shove down and a fan of white feathers burst out as her new swan tail! The skin on her legs started to turn black and stiff, and her toes became webbed, but she still retained all four front-facing toes, which means she has one more digit than a swan is supposed to have. Her nails also became abnormally long and claw-like. Rather than shrink, the sole of her foot actually got longer, making her leg look like it had one more joint than a swan does even though it's technically the same. She is somehow the world's first digitigrade swan. Unseen but very much felt by her, she quickly had to kick her pants down as her pussy felt like it was on fire! It moistened faster than it ever has in her life and her labia quickly ballooned out! They turned bruised purple and then totally back- the muscles contracting pulled it higher toward her anus but then locked in that position, squishing her massively plump labia into a triangular shape... like a canine! She isn't turning into a swan or a dog- she is somehow turning into BOTH!
Her hand started to stretch and deform, her thumb regressing into a dew claw as the insides of her hands billowed up into thick pads to carry her on! She cried out at the prickly feeling as quills erupted around her wrists and exploded into massive plumes of white feathers- where the pom-pom like fur would be on a decoratively shaven poodle. Her arms remained void of hair and feathers but the skin turned black, and then on her upper arms and across her body the white fluffy hair started to come in! Her breasts rapidly regressed as her chest pushed further forward, giving her body a more barrel-shape. Her ears grew large and flat; flopping over, but gaining a blanket of fur on the backs so long it almost matched her human hair. The hair on Jen's head matched the fur in color and became soft enough that it basically is fur itself and then on the border between face and hair a row of feathers grew in that made it almost look like she had a bit of a pompadour!
The bridge of her nose popped loudly and she panicked even more- if she loses her face no one will know it's her, so she tried to call out. "Ah! H-heelp I- s-somrrrun some...rrr-r-r-ROUGH! Ah! N-no, I arrrr, Jen! Jen grrd grrl!" Her voice quickly devolved as her throat and face stretched longer! Her neck seemed to take swan traits and grow very long, but remained the same girth it already was- taking instead from dog traits. Her face was clearly becoming that of a dog, but her lips turned a dark orange and hardened as her teeth fused to them on the inside! Her lips turned into a sharp, very long, very narrow beak that followed the muzzle of a poodle! Her forearms were entirely canine, but with plumes of feathers instead of fur at the bottom. Her legs were entirely swan, except for her upper haunches being covered in poofs of dog fur! The fur on her tail grew ludicrously long, completely consuming the actual shape of the tail to become a medicine ball sized sphere of soft, bouncy fur! Her upper and lower torso were both somewhat spherical thanks to the shape of the dense fur on them, but her midriff was instead covered in feathers that lay perfectly flat on her body, making it look very compressed in comparison. Since both fur and feather is the same snow white, it is hard to tell where one ends and the other begins! Jen somehow turned into a Swan Poodle!
That actually tossed the whole situation into question yet again. Rika and Amalie both turned into dogs, making it seem like a canine transformation, but then Tiffany turned into a bird. Amalie turned into a beast that matched her heritage and Tiffany turned into a rather luxurious version of a swan, making it seem like maybe the transformation is a reflection of personality... but then Jen turned into a swan-poodle. So again, the spell seems to be pure chaos with no discernable theme. Which obviously makes it very hard to counter-act. If you don't know what the hell its doing; you can't really stop it.
"Gabriella!"
Gabriella winced at the thought of being caught so quickly on entering the school and slowly turned to see Tammy looking rather worried. Gabriella is wearing a long sleeve, pants, and has a hood up to try and cover all her animal traits- it is also different enough from her regular more colorful outfits that she figured no one would recognize her.
"Gabriella, have you seen Rika, Tiffany, or Amalie?"
She shook her head slowly. "Wait- all three of them are missing?"
"Yea! Well... they haven't checked their text messages anyway, but also some weird shit is going on in the school so I am worried."
"W-what sort of weird shit?"
Gabriella was getting nervous now- half because the situation everywhere seemed to be coming apart but also because she could feel the fluff on her chest growing even longer and starting to spread up and down further across her chest! The fur is getting so bushy that it looks like her breasts are growing- but Tammy was so worried about other things she did not notice at all. It almost felt like someone softly pinching her in several places down lower too- most likely an eight pack of nipples forming down either side of her midriff which thankfully is not exposed.
"They found a boar in the men's locker showers! And then shortly after the guy who found it suddenly turned into an obese domestic pig with huge... family jewels. And then someone reported having seen two dogs on the other side of the school with no owner, and since that guy turned into a pig, people are suspecting that all these stray animals were actually people!"
"W-what are the faculty doing about it?"
Tammy shrugged. "I am not sure they know yet. This has all happened in the last like, forty minutes or so, a lot of people don't believe it in the first place, but Rika went missing, then we sent Amalie to her and she went missing too... even if the turning into animals thing isn't true- something is definitely up."
Gabriella and Tammy walked together for only a few steps before a man dashed up from the other direction and told them to get inside the school quickly! He is one of the campus security guards and there is a magic outbreak of sorts in the girl's dorm! He explained about the black lab, swan, poodle, and swan poodle hybrid! He ran ahead of them to tell the Chancellor. Both Gabriella and Tammy started to run to the building, even though Gabriella was more afraid of the fact she may have caused all this by accident somehow. Tammy paused rather abruptly, wobbling in place a moment and then appeared to stand up onto her tip-toes! Both of them gasped and looked down to see her feet actually growing backwards out of her shoes; stretching into paws! Oh no- she is turning into a dog too! Tammy told Gabriella to run ahead, and so she did. Gabriella did not head toward the chancellor's office though; she went to get to the library. As the only one who knew how this started- she is also the most likely to be able to end it, but she cannot convey that information to the chancellor without outing herself on being the cause in the first place.
She pulled her collar away to look down at how the damage to her was progressing and whimpered. Her breasts had shrunken drastically to A cups! It was hard to notice though because in their place the fur had progressed in an attempt to swallow them whole- and the fur is so dense that it is holding her shirt off her like her breasts would have! She had to reach under her hoodie and adjust her ears, because they were still growing longer but getting caught in the fabric causing them to roll up inside the hood. They are large enough to completely fold over themselves now! Her tail is not that much longer and stuffed into her right pant leg but the fur on it was definitely getting longer and causing a bulge to appear in her pant leg of increasing size!
As she ran to the library she puzzled over what she knew of the spell so far and nothing seemed to add up. Most were hairy beasts- some unusually so, but not all; the pig is mostly bald. The first were dogs, but then swan and pig joined the mix- and then a hybrid of two species. So there was no link between species or even body type. Even the transformation speed was inconsistent! If this really is Gabriella's fault; that means she was the first to be affected, yet her transformation is still only halfway at most while everyone else turned almost immediately. She had no idea what the hell the spell was doing, because there was no correlation between one instance and another. She paused a moment. Wait, there is one. Rika was the first to get effected after Gabriella... she was also present when Gabriella got hit, and then the next to go was Amalie- who went to see Rika. The spell is jumping from one person to the other- they are being affected in order of exposure to those already turned! Ugh, that means it must be Gabriella's fault. Hrmm... that also means Tammy just got transformed because she was with Gabriella, without knowing Gabriella was already infected. It also means that the dangers are exponential. More people turned means more people to find them and also turn- the speed of corruption essentially multiplies itself!
She stopped in a hall as a man crawled through an open door. His arms already half transformed into wings- he has shrunken to half his normal size at most and his neck is rapidly getting longer! His feet are entirely that of a bird and his tail feathers are gargantuan! He is turning into a peacock, but... something is off. The bristles of the feathers are very soft and extraordinarily long... he almost looks like a hairy bird. Gabriella edged past him on the opposite side of the hallway, and glanced into the doorway as she passed to see a Llama with the torn scraps of human clothing stretched around its fluff, and a goat with fur so long and shaggy that it just looked like a goat shaped lump with horns. Its fur draped over its face entirely so you could not see it at all outwardly- and the poor creature likely cannot see anything either. That supports her theory of things being hairy as a linking factor, but there still was that one supposed pig. Even the boar is pretty hairy. Maybe the pig one was just a rumor? It seems to be the only odd one out. Even the swan had long human hair, and this peacock is downright fuzzy. So even animals that shouldn't be hairy are still hairy.
Gabriella had to start leaning on the walls, it was getting hard to walk. Thanks to her claw-like toenails her feet could not stuff themselves any further into her shoes but the ankle was stretching away, pushing its way over the back of her shoes to make room as she was converted to a digitigrade. It started to look like she was wearing numerous other articles of clothing under her outfit because of how much hair was collecting and shoving it outward! The fluff started growing on her chest so it stuck the furthest out there- it looked like she had two bunched up pillows stuffed into her shirt to look like boobs. Gabriella ran a hand on her tummy and felt the eight erect nubs on it- fully formed dog teats. She let out a startled cry when the seam on her right pant leg popped- trying to make room for the mass of fur that is her tail. The tail itself still hasn't grown any longer- it's all fur on the tail that keeps growing. She also felt the skin of her cheeks starting to loosen. Oh great- a dog with jowls. She could not see herself- but her eyebrows were now also tremendously bushy. The hair on her head was darkening from brown to black and starting to lift up- becoming softer which also made it lighter and fluffier, adding to its volume without the hair actually growing. Even her hood was starting to look full and the expanding mane threatened to pop it off of her and reveal her deformities. Although at this point it was looking like it did not matter much. If the speed of spread keeps multiplying it will not take long at all to convert everyone. Heck if she doesn't get it under control that means if a quarter of the world is taken today, three quarters will be gone tomorrow and the whole world twice over by the next day. It goes from a problem with the cheer team to a problem with the entire staff, the entire town, the entire country and then the entire world. I mean- someone will definitely figure it out by then and stop it, but it's still a very dangerous situation.
Gabriella came to a barricade in the hall leading to the library! With her deforming feet it was not easy climbing over all the chairs and random mops and items tossed to form a wall. On the other side was a petite woman and her boyfriend curled up together against another wall of random crap on the other side!
The guy went to stand up. "Oh no! Oh wait, you're still human. Thank god."
"Uh, y-yea, no worries."
The woman quickly pointed to Gabriella's feet as her shoes fell off when she stepped over- they no longer fit on her paws!
"Wait- she is turned!! We've been exposed!"
He hugged her. "Fuck. If we are going down, at least we go down together!" They started kissing deeply.
Gabriella felt quite awkward standing there. "Uh... I don't... think it's as bad as you think it is."
As they kissed they both opened their eyes in surprise! He had just been holding her lightly on the sides but now was unintentionally holding her off the ground! He was growing larger suddenly and she was shrinking! As she shrank her ears seemed to stall, and a tail started to jut out from behind her! She cried out in surprise at it but her voice shrank with the rest of her, making her voice unintentionally cute. Soon it was like he was holding up a small child and her clothing fell off one by one. Then it was like he was holding an action figure, and still she shrank more! Her front teeth became too big for her to keep in her mouth and her tail was lashing around wildly to get ahold of something to get her sense of balance, so he placed her in the palm of a single hand. She started to grow fur on her back and it became obvious she was turning into a mouse!
The man's clothing pulled back over his limbs as they outgrew it, and bunched up in the places where it could not slide till it finally tore and burst off entirely! Gabriella blushed as their nudity, but had no way to get past them at the moment- the library is on the other side of their barricade! His dick popped into the open as his balls became so large they entirely overfilled his underpants on their own! His hands and feet started to devolve into hooves forcing him to drop his tiny girlfriend and she landed on the head of his cock! She grabbed the corona with her fingers and looped her tail around the shaft to balance herself on the bucking shaft even as it stretched larger, causing her to rise on it. Dark brown fur started to grow in very rapidly across his body to consume it, then grew long enough to curl back on itself, which made it even more dense! His ribs cracked in rapid fire as his chest expanded tremendously and his voice became booming. His entire torso stretched longer, making him taller since he is stuck in an upright position. Horns erupted from his temples, causing a sharp and sudden pain and then a gentle sting as still more horn slid out. The hair on his head went from wavy to extremely tight, small curls but then like on the rest of him it expanded out and became almost like an afro! The fur on his back and his extending neck also billowed out at an increased speed, causing him to look like he had a monstrously huge hump on his upper back- even though it was all fur!
His girlfriend's many nipples formed down her torso just before her own fur coating consumed her. Her hands and feet remained relatively human in shape, but gained clawed ends and a very thin coat of fur. Her boyfriend's penis kept getting more narrow the longer it stretched, turning into a tapered end, so the area of pressure she sat on continued to get more narrow the longer it got, starting to actually push into her tiny opening till it became pointed enough on the end that she actually popped over his penis- or a small fraction of it anyway. She squeaked in surprise and squirmed but could not grab anything to pull back off! He also could not move his arms like a human and now had hooves instead of hands- so he could not help her off either! She was stuck impaled on his hot rod. Her fur continued to grow beyond any normal mouse though- so even if she was on all fours she could not move normally; her fur is longer than her limbs are. And still she got fluffier, and fluffier! It got more dense at the base but lighter and fluffier the further out it grew, which made her look progressively more and more spherical! Only her tail and face were clearly visible now- her limbs hidden in her own fur! She was like a big puff ball on the end of his dick, squeaking and shivering in unintentional pleasure from being stretched obscenely by a cock twenty times her size!
The extremely long fur on the man progressed down his upper forelimbs and up his neck to join onto the top of his head, and still the mass on his upper back grew larger! The huge hump of springy, dense fur was almost as big as the rest of his body by the time it stopped growing!
"OoOoOooh, uuugh. Mu-ugh! Mmmm-auh-m-mu-muUUH!" He rocked back and forth a moment with a surprised look on his face before shuddering and his girlfriend was fired into the air by a pillar of cum!
Without hands, he could not catch her so he instead just fell forward onto all fours so she landed on the literal mountain of fur on his back as he continued to jet streams of cum onto the floor thanks to all the squirming she did on his shaft. She turned into a fluff-ball mouse, and he turned into a Fluffalo! His girlfriend is so small and so fuzzy that her feet cannot touch down- she rolls around on a bed of her own fur. Her actual body is the size of a golf ball while the mass of her fur makes her a bit larger than a softball.
Gabriella was stunned a moment, not really sure how to act or react in this situation she probably shouldn't have been present for in the first place. She kept to the wall on the right and tried to sneak past. The buffalo man was both so large on his own, and so fluffy that even when he leaned to the other side she had to shove her way past to get through- he took up basically the entire hallway. She also felt herself pushing into him harder and realized he was not moving at all- Gabriella is now growing too! Well that narrowed down what species of dog she is turning into- there are not that many dogs who are LARGER than their masters.
Her arms and legs started to push out of her clothing, exposing her own thick mat of fur! Unlike the buffalo hers was not curly, but it is very dense and very long, causing it to stand up and off from her some distance. Her clothing was stuffed so tightly around so much fur that it made it hard to move. Even as she crawled her way up the hill of random junk to get to the library on the other side; the insides of her fingers and palm swelled out into bubbles of fat, encased in thick black skin! Her digits became nearly as wide as they are long, and her hand progressed away from her thumb, forcing it to regress into a dew claw. That was going to make opening a book difficult. She supposed she could hold a pen in her mouth to still write the runes of a counter-spell. On the other side she tried to stand up but could no
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t stand perfectly straight anymore- a hunched forward posture was the best she could do. Her hands were getting HUGE too- and the hindpaws were already massive, starting to look almost like bear paws rather than dog. Her tail unintentionally flicked in irritation to the side and tore her already severely ripped pants clean off! Her pink panties looked almost comical, compressing a section of fur in by several inches around the tail. The tail itself curled upward naturally, but had so much fur on it that it looked like a massive oval of fluff! Her fur was not growing in as the same color either. Her hands and feet, her inner arms and legs and her chest and lower neck were growing brown fur- everywhere else was turning black. Her entire chest had long ago been consumed in fur- her breasts long gone, now it progressed up her neck as her neck also grew a bit longer and a lot thicker! Her cheeks drooped a bit and the bridge of her nose popped and her nose stood up further, pulling her lower face out a bit. She did not have much time left. Her transformation has been extremely slow in comparison to everyone else, but even Gabriella is running out of humanity.
"Oh no- not you too Gabriella!"
Gabriella looked over to see the librarian- Lucretia- the only person in this school that knew her dirty little secret. It took Gabriella a moment to realize what was wrong. Lucretia was wobbling as she stood, having a hard time keeping her balance and was clearly sweating from trying to resist changes, but the changes were not super obvious at a glance. There is two broad, round bumps on her forehead and her arms and legs are abnormally long! Gabriella could not tell what she was turning into- the bumps on her head are too broad and round to be horns.
Lucretia's legs started to stretch even longer, causing her to wobble and then turn and flop over- catching herself on her desk. That gave Gabriella and unfortunately excellent view of her rump as her hips popped loudly and expanded, absolutely shredding the skirt that was already tight fitting on a normal day. A small tasseled tail flicked out into the open, around overstretched panties that still clung on. Her panties shrank from view as her ass cheeks grew, causing the panties to vanish into the cleft between. Her legs grew still longer, causing her butt to rise higher and threaten to topple her over the desk, forcing her to instead spread her legs further apart. Lucretia tried to hold her new tail rigid, straight down to block her privates the best she could. Her arms started to get longer as well though, so she had to flop them over the desk so she was propped up on her elbows, and then even longer than that, forcing her to flop over entirely and place her hands down on the floor on the opposite side of the desk! Her digits simplified as the nails grew huge to encase the ends and deform her hands. Pinky and thumb regressed into near non-existent dew claws while the rest became two large front segments. Well, extremely subtle dew claws and legs a week long each- there was only one animal with those traits. Giraffe.
Four cone-like black nubs formed on her crotch united by a patch of silky soft black skin, and in turn Lucretia's already modest breasts shrank away into nothing as her chest exploded in size, firing the buttons off the front of it like buckshot to scatter around the room! The four stumpy teats rose out on a soft, shallow bubble of an udder. Her sleeves tore off from her greatly expanding arms and then her entire torso grew, shredding the back, leaving the remnants to slide down her arms and get caught on her knobby elbows. Her large muscular butt finally snapped her panties- but shredded them after they were pulled so thin that the elastic did not even flick them off; they just unceremoniously fell away without a sound. It looked like she was moaning but Gabriella could not hear anything- most of the sounds a Giraffe make are on a frequency humans cannot even detect. The bubbles on her forehead extended into ossicones- the odd stumpy horn-like protuberances of a giraffe. A common trait among the transformations; her hair started to stand up as it became softer and more voluminous. Her hairline also started to advance down her neck like one would expect, but then also swept forward! It consumed her throat entirely! Her golden blond hair turned into a lion-like mane! It stopped growing at her shoulder blades in the back, but was fluffy enough to overlay them halfway down. In the front it condensed into a strip that divided her pectoral muscles, in the absence of breasts.
She looked like she was gagging suddenly and because her mouth was open when her neck started to extend rapidly- the sound of popping bone echoed through her throat and mouth and made it sound quite loud! Her neck got longer but so did her tongue- her tongue slithered out of her mouth and grew in surges, turning deep blood red, then violet, and then dark indigo! The large mane of hair however also grew along with her neck, and the longer her neck got, the longer the hair of the mane became toward the front- remaining the same length only in the back. By the time she had almost two feet of indigo tongue lashing around her face, unable to fit in her mouth; her neck had finally stopped growing longer- and her head was literally touching the roof even though all of her limbs were bent slightly and spread out. Where the pentagon spots of the giraffe met the massive shaggy hair of the leonine mane, they became stretched across the long hairs, making them dark brown stripes. The fur on the rest of her grew in as a normal, dense but very short giraffe pelt.
Gabriella sighed and quickly dashed over to the table to get looking through those books before she herself was completely gone. She heard the crunch of reshaping bone muffled by skin as Lucretia's face was most likely pushing out to remove the last of her visible humanity, but then suddenly stopped and looked back over when the sound became much too rapid to be her face!
With her head and impossible long neck she looked at Gabriella. "S-ssss ks? Sssks. S-f-s-fffks."
"Sss...? Fficks? Fix!? OH. Fix, right! Sorry, I will hurry!"
Gabriella was extremely hot in her ill-fitting shirt and nearly fur-engulfed panties. As hot as she became though; at least she did not have to worry about her fur getting all matted and gross with sweat again... dogs can't sweat. Well, technically they can- but only from their nose and pads. Her bushy eyebrows and transforming hair met in the middle, consuming her forehead. It felt like she was sinking into a thick blanket, helpless to pull out of. The fur around her head and on the backs of her ears made the ears themselves almost invisible, since they lay flat. Her arms pulled back a bit and her ribs started to pop and barrel out, preventing her from using her arms like a human. Her torso also got a bit longer as it barreled out, turning it from very hard to stand upright to basically impossible. Like a dog, she can stand on two legs but she cannot remain on two legs for long, or walk like that. She let out a grumble that unintentionally came out as a thunderously low pitched growl and hunched over, flexing her back and her shirt finally tore straight across at the back seam and the remnants to slid off her arms. The fur on her shoulders and upper torso and neck started to get thicker, making it look like she too had a mane.
Further complicating her ability to concentrate, her pussy started to swell outward and clench into the projected triangle of a canine labia- fat, black, and moist. The expansion of her labia to project off her body so much further caused her pussy to drool, and the moisture against the fabric of her overtaxed panties killed the last article of clothing she could wear. The panties snapped and flopped off, flicking a few drops of stray pussy juice onto the floor. Gabriella did her best to concentrate and read past her face even as it made muffled snapping sounds and stretched her skull forward further. The bridge of her nose and both jaws extended till you could not tell one from the other, combining into a muzzle. As her face dragged out, her jowls drooped down lower, and her voice became extremely deep. The feeling of the changes stopped so suddenly that Gabriella knew they had to have finished. She is 100% Tibetan Mastiff- a monstrously huge, fluffy dog. Thankfully her mind is entirely unchanged, so as hard as it is to turn pages with her paw- Gabriella is confident she can still cast spells.
Using a pen in her mouth Gabriella put together one counter spell after the other, activating it and then moving on to the next. And again, and again they failed. She still has no idea what the hell the spell is doing for her to know how to counter it. None of the counter spells were affecting it! She went over every single one and none of them worked! Whatever was causing all this is either so chaotic that every person requires a different counter, or just so convoluted that a single counter cannot undo it without being custom-made. Gabriella really, reaaaallly did not want to have to do this. She is going to have to go to the head Magister; Magister Lulou. Only a master of magic is going to be able to untangle this mess- and to do so, he is going to need to know how it started... which means Gabriella will have to confess.
Gabriella looked into the hallway and her heart started to beat a bit faster at the sight of the wall of fur. At some point they started to get worse, or... fluffier at least. She could see the pale brown light fur of the mouse and the dense dark brown of the buffalo... completely filling the hall. Once she shoved her way past that, there was another mass of fur, or... several? So many people became so fluffy that their fur tangled together and it was hard to tell where one person started and the other ends. Gabriella was practically swimming through fur to get through the hall, and every time she moved she tickled them with it, causing them to squirm and then tickle Gabriella! It was also hard to breathe without getting a nostril full of fur! Not only was the fluff worse but there was also a ton more animals than the first time she came in and... some half animals, and some things that were such a mess of traits they could only be labeled as monsters. She got here early in the morning, but as the day goes on more people arrive for classes and then as soon as they encounter the already corrupted; they turn as well. Even the security guard never actually told the chancellor- because he probably turned into some bizarre beast before he got to the office!
Gabriella went to go straight to the offices next- all of the professors offices are lined up in a large hall against a curved wall that actually surrounds a massive central lecture hall, so they are all conveniently in the same place. She froze up when she seen another mass of fur on the other side, laying down in front of the doors. It slowly got up and she realized it was a dog...? An extremely giant dog. Wait, that was not right, either. Something was very wrong with it other than its size, and as it moved toward her she realized it isn't an animal at all- its fur. Literally just fur and nothing else! It's taking the shape of a giant dog, but there is no body- the threads of fur just join together in the middle! Someone became so furry that the fur stole all of the mass from the rest of their body- creating a being of sentient fluff! A giant dog head, some rabbits, a porcupine, and many other animals Gabriella was in no hurry to identify were seen within the churning mass as it came toward her! It was probably made up of a lot of people conjoined through their shared degeneration. The only trait everyone shared, made so extreme that it is all they are reduced to! But then why isn't Gabriella affected? She is fluffy but no more fluffy than a normal Tibetan Mastiff. She has no ultra-fur, she has no hybrid traits, she is just a regular ass dog. Again, there did not seem to be much connection from one case to another- the spell is somehow affecting everyone differently.
Not at all interested in being incorporated into the fur amalgam; Gabriella ran. Since the amalgam is so fluffy and has no bones or muscle to pull itself with- it isn't very nimble, and she outran it easily. That posed a problem still though- she can't get into the offices if it's sitting there. That also means the professors are either not in the offices or are now part of the amalgam. She doubted Lulou would succumb to any sort of magic below an absolute master class, so he at least would be free from any changes, but then where is he? She turned and dashed toward the lecture hall where he holds class. It is sortf a second office for him. On the way there she had to shove her way through even more fluffy animals- one person even looked to be some sort of fish, but the edge of each scale fanned out several long hairs, making it a furry fish. When she got to the door to the lecture hall, the door is locked and two students were nervously trying to pick the lock. One was holding a hairpin in perfectly still, the other had a bent hairpin trying to lift the pins. Gabriella just sat there behind them, letting them do their thing. She needed to get through the door and certainly cannot pick the lock as a dog. When the lock finally clicked open the two cheer and gave each other a high-five, but Gabriella also barked happily- startling them because they had not seen the huge dog approach behind them!
In fear of Gabriella infecting them, they went to run past her on either side but fell to the floor, unable to divide! There their hands touched, they fused together! The woman's left and the man's right hand were fused together at the palms, and every time they tried to pull apart the muscle contractions in their arms ended up pulling them further together! Soon their wrist was linked, then their forearm! They put their feet together and gave one another a nod before trying to kick themselves apart, but they were unable to, and tripped into one another bumping arms together! The shoulder of their shirts broke open and their skin started to fuse higher. They lifted the conjoined, devolving arm but it only seemed to melt into the rest of their now jointed torsos, causing it to vanish entirely! The two of them moaned, helplessly sinking into one another as the two halves folded in on the middle. His pants and her skirt tore as their legs on that side also forcefully yanked together like a magnet and then started to devolve rapidly into the body!
Gabriella whined and lowered her head, another person lost to the chaos. And in another completely different way. This time two people fusing together. How the hell is ONE spell somehow changing everyone differently?!
They were both breathing heavily, their hearts hammering in fear as they looked at each other one last time. They could not fight the fusion any longer and several inches folded into one another, slamming their heads together! Their eyes fused together into one large eye in the middle as the seam between the two skulls vanished and it started to rapidly stretch forward! Their hair grew longer, but remained black human hair on one side and brown on the other. Their conjoined face stretched out extremely long and their teeth grew into fangs that partially overlapped their mouth! It did not take Gabriella long to identify it as the face of an alligator! Well... a three-eyed alligator with human hair. The man's arm started to grow massive talons and the skin turn to the banded scales of an avian's foot, while the woman's arm turned to a clawed hand to match the alligator head.
Even more fucked up- their back halves did not match the front! The man's leg started to quickly deform and get massively muscular as his middle toe deformed and stretched out his foot quickly turning into the hoof of a horse! The woman's leg became much girthier, causing the curvature of the muscle and bone below to vanish, making the limb look like a featureless pillar! Her toes ended up being almost entirely consumed into the expansion of the stumpy leg, but still ended in claws. The foot of a tortoise! Their shared gut suddenly surged out larger and then the woman's ribs started to crack and pop and extend massively, causing her spine to branch to be able to hold the back of the ribs steady like it's supposed to, while not actually moving the primary spine, since its unchanged on the man's side.
On the man's back a new limb started to branch from his body as it grew in fur. The new limb started out looking like a flesh noodle but as it gained bones it started to look like a lil baby arm, and then as it stretched larger quills started to emerge from it, before exploding open into feathers- he grew a large brown feathered wing! The scutes developing on the woman's side became particularly giant where her back bubbled outward to encase it in giant armored plates- the shell of a tortoise. It looked absolutely bizarre though- because it is only half a shell, if you look at it from the left side you can see the inside of the shell- her ribs fused to the inside and then a false spine at the top with narrow bone pillars leading down into their true spine. So the top half of her actual torso inside has no ribs there- it's just amorphous flesh, because the ribs extended into an incomplete shell. They grew a tail that was long like an alligator, but fleshy like a tortoise, but adorned with a stripe of long flowing hair like a horse. The hair on the horse body was unusually long for any horse, but not fluffy like the other victims. It hung straight down off it, pooling on the floor around his limbs. One side is a horse-bird, the other is an alligator-tortoise! Even its genitals are a mess- from a cloaca that is both male and female, it grew a massive thick cock obviously taking horse traits in that its very big and has a medial ring, but also has some flex to the shaft like a tortoise which also has a massive dong, and the end is flared like a horse and tortoise but the flare bends forward to make a sort of cup, which is more like a tortoise and an alligator. When the male half folds its wing back- it completes the dome of the shell with feathers on his side.
The fusion took a few steps forward but stumbled and fell on its face, letting out a sound that was both a hiss and a sigh. They share one body, but it's still two people- they do not know how to move in tandem. Gabriella still knew how to move though and with another whimper of sympathy, she moved past the abomination into the class.
She was never so relieved in her life, as she looked to the lectern at the bottom of the hall and seen Lulou- perfectly human, casually reading a book like nothing was amiss.
When he glanced up at her he scoffed. When he spoke he startled her because it suddenly sounded like he was right beside her- he spoke both with his mind and mouth, projecting thoughts into her head to communicate across the hall without raising his voice.
"What is it now? I locked the door to keep you people out. Who are you supposed to be then, mutt? What do you expect me to do about this? I am already researching the situation, I cannot magically know how to solve all this without first deducing what started it."
*I am. I am... what started it.*
He let out a long wheeze that almost sounded like he was going to keel over dead, before he broke into a wheezing laugh. "WOW. You. Did this? You know that almost every student in the entire school is now a freak of nature? The teachers and chancellor are the only ones unaffected entirely because naturally we ward ourselves against shit like this- because you just know some little asshat is going to try to use magic to manipulate us into giving him good grades in spite of the no magic policy."
*W-well to be fair I didn't cast anything in the school, it's just... it remained active while it was in the school.*
"Don't care. Tell me what you did." He started to walk up toward her. "How in the name of the Gods did you screw things up, in a school that is warded against magic at all hours of the day. What the hell did you do? Did you shove the warding stone up your ass?! You somehow fucked everyone up so badly even I can't tell how you did it, and I am a literal master at magic!! I spent my entire life studying this shit!"
*Uuh, w-well I don't know what happened exactly either, I also tried to undo this and I can't identify what the spell is doing. All I know is it started when my pet came into contact with the pulse from the warding stone- it undid the spell on him and then all this started to happen.*
Lulou tilted his head as he continued to walk up to her. "Wuh? What spell did you put on your pet?"
*I turned him into a human... so the other cheerleaders would think I had a hot boyfriend...*
Lulou narrowed his eyes. "That still doesn't explain anything. Negating a simple transformation spell can't do literally any of what happened here. Did you use some obscure method, like... what? I cannot believe a student created a spell even I can't figure out. I haven't been this confused in forty years."
Using once again a pen in her mouth, Gabriella drew up the spell she uses on Tito from memory and Lulou lolled his head back so fast he almost fell from his seat.
"Oh. My God." He pointed to part of the spell. "You let the dog decide what he looks like?!"
That was an odd thing to point out, and seemingly unrelated. *Uh, sure? I figured if I did it, people might be able to tell it is fake or too perfect to be true, y'know? So I made the spell turn him into whatever human equivalent he views himself as. Makes it more dynamic.*
"Yea, it also merged with the normalization wave."
*The what?*
"He became what he would assume he looked like NORMALLY as a human. The wardstone cancels outside spells but it also places a weak spell of its own- a normalization one. To prevent bullying within the school the stone sends out a wave that influences what people consider normal. So if someone is a bit different from someone else, the differences do not call anyone's attention and that person cannot be bullied for it. But because its spell and yours had similar rune arrangement, the two amplified each other instead of negating."
*B-but how would that change everyone into hybrids and monsters and... hair.*
"Rika turned into a dog, because she seen Tito turn from human to dog. It changed her that way because she thought that is what it would do- so that IS what it do. We went from poodle to swan because she thought the change was influenced by personality- more closely resembling your spell. Then we get a first hybrid because she spots a dog and then a bird and can't figure out what the correlation is, so because she thought they were both a possibility- she turned into BOTH. Because so many people were turning into hairy creatures, people assumed that was the link, and so that became a link. Some people were not hairy at all- because they did not see enough of the others to understand that was a possible connection, so they instead just turned into an animal. It does to you whatever you think it will. You assumed you should be fine, or a dog at worst because you were the creator, so your transformation was incredibly slow, and you stopped when you were just a regular dog. You only changed when you started to think you might, and it got worse when you assumed you were due. If you didn't believe you could ever be affected by magic and are an absolute idiot- you'd actually be perfectly fine, it wouldn't do anything. The transformations kept getting more chaotic, because people seen more chaotic results and assumed the worst- so the worst kept happening, and they kept upping the ante."
With a few swipes of his fingers he changed several runes on the array that Gabriella wrote and snapped his fingers- she almost instantaneously returned to normal! She also jumped over the chair to hide her nudity behind the back of it. Lulou laughed, tossing his coat off for her to put on and then walked out to start reverting everyone else.
A few days later, everything was returning to normal. The incident was publically announced as a freak accident with the warding stone- and the perpetrator's name was never released, for obvious reasons. Due to how traumatic the experience was for many students, they were naturally given time off so the school was almost entirely empty for a few days, but now they are starting to return and everything slowly normalizes once again.
Gabriella waved to the other cheerleaders after another session and smiles at Tom. Tom smiles and waves at the other girls staring at him before following Gabriella out. "See you all later, girls. Keep up the good work- keep that school pride alive!"
As soon as they stepped out of the school into the parking lot the spell on Tom dropped again, revealing Lulou. "So, shall we get going, my new apprentice?"
Gabriella smiled and nodded.
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I don't want to come off as nasty, and trust me it will sound it, but there are so many people who think they love someone. They fill their speech with love-heart, but they don't mean them. Granted this isn't the case always, but it is quite common. Love to me is the knowledge that no matter what, they will be there. They will protect you, and in turn look for your protection when the time comes.
When they are gone, far, far away from where you are, your heart screams for them to be there. When they are there for you in your darkest moments, to comfort and support you, or keep you company when you are lonely. Also the willingness to stay in touch, no matter what the consequences are, and to remain loyal to one another - those to me make love. Call me stupid if you like, this is just a taste of my opinion, and I can tell you, no one is perfect. I am sitting here typing this in bed, feeling like an idiot. I cannot protect my mate without hurting everyone involved, including him. I am becoming too attached, even after we finished a call I sat there on the phone for 20minutes with it attached to my ear, unwilling to let it go. He has always supported me, no matter what, but I have never felt like I have ever helped him properly, I always bring something up, without knowing, that seems to bring him down again. As for staying in touch, I cannot even bring myself to hold a proper conversation because I am too afraid of talking to him and saying something stupid.
And, as for loyalty... I try my hardest - there is no one else who could measure up to him, however the call of a role-play is sometimes too strong. I have wronged him and myself for constantly being asleep or too busy to txt or call. I let him down by not changing my sleeping pattern to one that means I get to talk to him, and as for being busy, I don't know, I am never busy, I will say that honestly - but I don't want to avoid him and I want to talk to him, I just cannot think of what to send without seeming like the idiot I am.
I am in love with him I know it - I just wish I could express my feelings more... He started a call last night with "I am calling to say I love you" and all I did was "D'aww" and felt like an idiot afterward for not saying what I felt, what I knew and that was "I love you too". If I have posted this, the he will see this. I want him to know that I really love him, I honestly do, and there is nothing that I want to keep us apart. If only I could be a better boyfriend, a better mate - a better lover. I don't want him to worry, and this isn't some sorta stupid thing. Every word on here is the truth to what I feel, every little word from this idiot typing here. What I am trying to say is this is what I feel love is, and how I am failing at doing exactly that. I love him - I just don't know how to say that to him, because I fell like my actions have been saying different things.
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I know I'm not the only woman who feels this way, but for some time now I have desperately wanted to watch my husband Tim suck a cock.
He once shot a video of me while I had his penis deep in my mouth. I found the sight of his hard, shaved shaft disappearing between my lips indescribably hot.
When he came in my mouth I could see his cock pumping and twitching as he unloaded his semen into me. I couldn't take it all, so some of it overflowed my mouth and dribbled down my chin.
I heard myself moaning while sucking him, consumed by desire by his cock, and by the sheer pleasure of pleasing him. It was a feeling that I wanted him to experience - unbridled cock lust - a feeling that obviously I alone could not provide.
I had watched the video file over and over to fuel my own masturbatory fantasies. But nothing beats real life.
So I began my campaign of persuasion. The goal - to see my man take a gorgeous shaved cock just like his down his throat, get utterly lost in cocklust, and then happily, greedily swallow a load of cum.
I decided to launch the campaign in the shower, because like most men, he is most easily influenced when he is naked and his cock is receiving attention.
He was lathering up after his late-day workout when I opened the glass door to our twin shower. I had a razor in one hand and a can of shaving gel in the other.
I said nothing, just looked down towards his cut six-inch cock, which was already rising from its short stubble nest.
"Hey" his voice was low and throaty.
"Hi hon, time to get you smooth. I think your cock needs some workout time too - in my mouth."
He groaned in reply as I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began massaging the shave gel into his pubic area.
As any man who has shaved his own pubes will know, it's impossible not to get hard and horny through the process. And get hard he did, as I gently stroked the razor through his hair, rendering his cock, balls , perineum, anus, and pubic mound baby-smooth.
I leaned back to inspect the stunningly sexy results of my handiwork. His cock was now rock hard, its prominent plum head throbbing in time with his elevated heartbeat, shaft protruding from his smooth abdomen.
I spread my fingers over his hairless mound, while cupping his smooth balls in the other hand and licked the underside of his shaft all the way to that tiny triangle of joy under his cockhead, where I stopped to rapidly flutter my tongue.
That move always rewarded me with a flow of pre-seminal fluid, and the sweet-tasting emission was like rocket-fuel for my own cock-lust.
I moved around and took his cock into my mouth, driving it all the way in until my nose touched his smooth pubis.
I looked into his eyes, trying to see myself through them, imagining the sight of his thick shaved cock stretching my lips open and tickling my throat.
I wanted him not just to to see my cock-lust, but to feel it.
I pulled back and panted "Like what you see there babe?"
"Mmmmmmm so much. Don't stop."
"You like watching me take your cock in my mouth?"
"Baby you know I do. I love it."
I did a long, slow up-and-down his shaft, keeping tongue pressure all the way, making him squirm and moan in pleasure
"And I love doing it to you. Ever wonder why?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"Do you ever wonder why I love to suck your cock and swallow your cum so much?"
"Oh babe ...'cause you love me?"
He clearly wasn't ready for a quiz with his shaved cock in my throat.
"Mmmmm, try again...glmmmff."
"Oh, oh, oooooooojjjjjjeeezzz!"
I suddenly pulled off his cock, and squeezed the base, putting the brakes on his impending orgasm.
Slowly stroking his full length, I looked up at my husband, knowing that even though I was on my knees before his hard shaved meat, I was the one calling the shots.
"Sweetheart the reason I love sucking you so much is because it makes me so horny. I just lose myself in the taste and feel of your wonderful hard cock in my mouth, and the feeling of your hot sperm gushing onto my tongue. Sometimes I cum just from that."
"Oh baby you are the perfect woman."
"And I want you to experience that too."
"Are you saying...?"
"I am saying I want to see you do what I am doing now. I want you to experience the joy I get from this."
With that I took his penis back in my mouth, quickly going balls-deep, feeling his cockhead in my throat while my tongue laved his smooth scrotum. I hummed a bit making my throat muscles caress his plum.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh".
He exploded in my mouth, jets of his hot semen going straight down my throat. He usually served up a fair-sized load but this one was more voluminous than normal.
There was more than enough to share...
After his rod had finally ceased spasming in my mouth, I stood up quickly and locked my lips on his, opening my mouth and pushing half a healthy dollop of his own cum onto his tongue.
He pulled back reflexively, but only a little.
Then his tongue swirled back into my mouth searching for more of his semen.
And he moaned with pleasure.
That's when I knew I would soon fulfil my fever dream of watching him take another man's cum, direct from the source...
The local sex-chat forum said that Thursday was the day to catch man-to-man fun happening at our local nude beach, so off we went.
I made sure Tim was dressed for action. He had a tiny diaphanous g-string that barely contained his balls and shaft. The white material ensured it would become see-through the second it got wet.
I had shaved him again in the shower that morning and his entire package was as silky-smooth and hairless as my own.
A studded leather cock-ring harnessed snugly behind his balls, completing the picture. I could barely keep my lips off him as we drove the half-hour to the beach.
We parked and with the car's engine silent I could now hear Tim breathing heavily.
"This is really gonna happen?" he asked.
"My darling, you are going to love it, maybe even as much as me. And to sweeten the deal, I'll let you have my ass right here on the beach"
He leapt from the car, with a rare chance to probe my back passage with his cock as added incentive. Anal sex was a rare treat for Tim. I knew how much he loved it though his thickness made it often painful for me.
But I was willing to endure a little discomfort in order to watch him suck a cock and swallow another man's cum.
Now to find the man!
Tim's cock was tent-poling out from his swim trunks as we walked down the sand. I had been half-expecting an all-you-can eat buffet of gay cock but was a little disappointed to find the secluded beach apparently deserted.
"Not much of a crowd." Tim observed.
"You're not getting off that easy darling. We just got here, and the day is long. Let's keep going and find a spot."
As we continued down the beach and around the point a lone figure was visible in the middle distance. It looked like a man lying face down in the sand.
I stopped and pulled off my shorts, revealing the tiniest white thong I owned, covering barely three square centimetres of my pubic area just above my clitoris.
I turned to Tim.
"Drop 'em baby. Time to find you some cock - and that's the bait" I added as I cupped his swollen balls through their sheer covering.
So we walked, now nearly nude, towards the prone figure in the sand. I picked a spot about three meters from the bronzed form - close enough so he couldn't miss us but far enough to give him some space.
As we laid out our towels I watched Tim stealing furtive glances towards our neighbour. He was tall and looked reasonably fit. His whole body was lightly tanned, a string of blue material running up between his butt-cheeks the only sign that he wasn't completely nude.
As Tim was pulling a couple of bottles of water from the cooler the man next door decided it was time to roll over on his towel and show us the rest.
It was worth looking at.
His long lean body was crowned by a blue triangle of silk at its centre, bulging eagerly from his smooth abdomen. The top of the thong was riding exactly at the hairless base of the man's cock-shaft, and I could see that like Tim he was also smooth-shaven.
Perfect.
I nudged Tim to take the towel closest to our neighbour, while I lay down on my back beside him, my barely covered tits and shaved pussy bathed by the warm sunlight.
Tim was facedown, but I could tell his thickening cock was forcing him to arch his back slightly.
I reached over and ran my fingers lightly down the crack of his ass, tugging gently at his g-string, knowing the extra sensations would make yet more blood flow to his shaft.
"Don't look at me...look at him" I whispered.
Tim turned his head toward the lean tanned form a few feet away. As he did I moved his g-sting to one side of his ass-crack, and placed a finger firmly at the middle of his back opening. As I pushed my finger into my husband's ass, suntan oil helped it slide in easily up to the second knuckle, eliciting a groan from Tim.
A groan load enough to be heard...
"Hey, that looks like fun" said our neighbour, as he rose up on his elbows, frankly admiring what he was seeing.
Us that is.
Me - nearly nude - with my finger clearly siding in and out of Tim's ass, which was now gently pushing back against my hand, inviting further penetration.
The man's cock was also liking what he was seeing, evidently.
His now-fully-erect shaft was lifting the tiny triangle of blue material clear of his shaved-smooth pubis, revealing the shiny metal cock rings encircling both his balls, and the base of his throbbing hard cock.
I cock my husband would soon be sucking.
"Hi, I'm Sara, and this is my husband Tim" I pushed a second finger inside Tim's hole, forcing him to introduce himself with another lusty groan.
"It's very nice to meet you both. I'm Ted. I know haven't seen you here before, because I am sure I would remember such a hot couple. Your husband seems to be especially enjoying himself."
"It's a special day - isn't it honey?"
"How so Sara?"
Tim was now humping his ass onto my hand, and humming with lust.
"Well Ted, I made a deal with my husband, and maybe you can help."
"Let me guess - he's going to take a cock in his ass - he looks ready, able and eager!"
"Nope, that's me who will take a cock in the ass. I promised Tim he could have have my rosebud right here on the beach, but only if he did something for me first"
"Oh, and what's that?"
"Tim why don't you tell Ted about your half of the bargain."
"Mmmmmuuuhh...I have to suck a cock..." He groaned, writhing his backdoor on my fingers.
"And what else?"
"Uuuuh, swallow. I have to swallow all the cum.."
"That's right honey, and I know you're going to love it as much as I do. Our new friend Ted has a nice cock doesn't he? Ted, why don't you free that pole and show us the whole thing?"
Ted ginned broadly as he slowly eased the tight triangle of sheer blue cloth over the head of his long rock-hard cock. The shaft sprung free, standing straight up from Ted's smooth and hairless pubis. The two silver cock rings pushed his package up and out most invitingly.
Perfect.
"Ted why don't you come over here and join us? That is the most perfect looking package for Ted to launch his cock-sucking career on...don't you think honey?"
I slowly pulled my fingers from Tim's ass as Ted took a few steps over to our towels, his glorious throbbing hard cock leading the way.
"On your knees honey, it's time."
Tim looked me in the eye as he rose off the towel. "Out here? What if someone sees me?"
""I sucked my first cock right here." answered Ted. "And being seen was half the fun. I loved being watched while I took my first hard cock down my throat."
Tim was now in his knees, his face inches from Ted's gorgeous shaved hard cock. His breathing was heavy, but muted. His own rock-hard cock struggling in the confines of his white thong as he looked nervously up and down the beach.
"Touch it honey. Make love to it just like you've seen me do to you..."
Tim splayed one hand around the base of Ted's throbbing cock, feeling the smoothness and softness of his shaved skin, while his other hand encircled Ted's rod just below its bulbous head, slowly moving up and down the shaft.
I was in heaven, and it was only going to get hotter.
"Now lick him honey. Start on the underside just like I do..."
I watched, transfixed, as my husband placed his tongue on the cock of another man for the first time ever.
Tim licked the bottom ridge of Ted's beautiful cock. Slowly, lovingly, he ran his tongue from the base all the way up to the underside of the throbbing cock head. Tim pulled away slightly as he got his first taste of the pre-cum now oozing slowly from the slit of Ted's penis.
"Now take him in your mouth."
Tim opened wide, his glistening lips hovering just millimetres from the hard, throbbing, shaved meat in his hand.
My husband closed his eyes and moaned softly as his mouth engulfed the flesh of Ted's penis, and then enclosed it completely. Ted groaned too, as his pushed his cock further into husband's hungry mouth.
My own hand had long since found its way into the front of my white thong, which was now transparent, soaked from the juices pouring from my smooth pussy lips as I watched my husband slide a rock-hard shaved cock eagerly in and out of his mouth.
Ted's balls were shiny with spit and the veins of his shaft were pulsating visibly as my husband licked, sucked, caressed with abandon.
"Baby you're a natural." I cooed. "There's one move left. Relax and open your throat."
Tim's eyes closed as he concentrated on taking the whole of Ted's penis. His lips flared around the shaft as Ted slowly pushed his mushroom head further and further into my husband's drooling mouth.
Tim gagged a bit as the cockhead met his throat, and then he lifted his head slightly to allow the final ridge to pass.
His nose came to rest on Ted's shaved pubic area. My horny cock-loving husband now had a penis balls-deep down his throat!
Gagging noises ensued as Ted began to face-fuck his ardent cockslut, chin now running with pre-cum and saliva.
I looked down and Tim's own cock was running free with his own precum. I scooped some from the end of his cock and tasted it as I watched him bounce his head up and down rapidly.
Tim moaned with ecstasy as Ted pistoned his cock in and out of my husband's mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick Ted's gleaming cock ring as the man went balls-deep again and again into the face of my grunting cock-pig of a husband.
Tim's own cock was rock-hard from the arousal of worshipping another man's penis for the first time. I stroked him as he continued to submit to Ted's ever-more-urgent thrusting. He was getting close!
"I'm going to cummmmmmmm..."
"Go ahead Ted, fill up his mouth!"
Ted grunted as his shaft twitched, his swollen balls pulsating in their steel ring as they began unloading into my husband's mouth.
Tim's cheeks bulged as his mouth filled up with blast after blast of cum from Ted's writhing, pulsing cock-shaft.
"Swallow it baby, swallow it!"
Tim gulped down as much as he could, but the cock in his mouth kept pumping more cum. I moved quickly to lick my husband's face, lapping up and swallowing the rivulets of hot white man-lava spilling from his mouth.
I was high from the arousal of sharing another man's cum with my husband!
My husband had just sucked a gorgeous, smooth-shaven cock, and swallowed several mouthfuls of cum - in public!
"So darling - was I right? Isn't it so arousing to feel a man's cock pumping cum into your mouth?"
Tim just smiled as he licked the last drops of semen from the tip of Ted's beautiful cock, still semi-hard in its steel rings.
I reached into my beach bag for the cocoanut butter and the three-inch butt plug. It was time to get ready for my husband's reward.
If only he'd get that cock out of his mouth!
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*There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.*
Mitch woke slowly, predawn light filtering through the window shades. He had awakened with his face buried against Darrin's neck. He always enjoyed how Darrin smelled, a wonderful combination of musky earthiness and aroma of his bath soap. Mitch inhaled deeply, held it, and then slowly exhaled. Darrin's scent was a stronger stimulant for him than any drugs. He inhaled again, enjoying the curling tendrils of pheromones that assaulted his brain. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, getting a slight taste of masculinity with each touch of his lips. Mitch lost himself in exploration of his husband, focused on the smells and tastes that he was finding. He was jerked from his musings when Darrin spoke.
"I love it when you do that," said Darrin with a rumble.
Mitch reached up and kissed along Darrin's ear. "I love how you smell in the morning."
Darrin chuckled as he turned to Mitch. "Aren't you the lover that makes fun of me when I say you smell yummy."
Mitch laughed, pressed his lips against Darrin's and then separated slowly. "I better be your only lover; and you like me when I'm ripe and sweaty. That's not the same thing at all."
Darrin smiled and stretched, "It's nectar of the gods, you know."
"Hmm, maybe I need to find some of that shit," said Mitch. He smiled and then disappeared under the covers. Mitch kissed along Darrin's bare torso and ran his hands through Darrin's groin, enjoying the textures he found. Taking Darrin's rapidly hardening cock in his fist, Mitch squeezed its stiffening shaft and then slapped it against his scruffy face. Moving back slightly, Mitch pressed his lips against the expanding tip of Darrin's glans, and sucked. The clear juice that flowed into his mouth elicited a small sigh. As he moved to take the now stiff cock in his mouth, the sheet lifted and Darrin's smiling face was framed against the white background.
"Come up here, sexy. I wanna make out with my handsome man," said Darrin.
Mitch crawled upward, letting his body glide over Darrin as he moved closer. With their hard cocks sliding over each other, Mitch sighed and enjoyed the sensations of their crotches grinding together. For several long minutes he enjoyed the heady feeling of their hard cocks interacting before moving higher. Their bodies intertwined, he took Darrin's face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Their heated kisses continued as time unwound, building their levels of desire. The precum leaking from their now steel-hard cocks created a slickly coated tangle of manhood. Mitch pinned Darrin under him and started humping his torso. The coarse hair rubbing against the tender underside of his dick sent waves of ecstasy through Mitch's body. He let out a loud moan as he felt his orgasm gathering. With one last hard push against Darrin, his balls emptied their content. The hot semen raced through his system, his body tensing and his cock convulsing between them. Mitch was overwhelmed with sensations as his dick belched out huge quantities of cum. By the time the last wave emptied from Mitch's body, he was spent and collapsed onto Darrin.
"Oh shit," said Mitch between gasps of air. "That was damn good!"
Darrin smirked and ran his hands down Mitch's back and over his hairy ass. "One of us is not finished..."
Mitch smiled and wrapped his hand around Darrin's dripping wet cock. He slowly teased Darrin with the first few strokes and then began rapidly pumping his steely member. Darrin's legs were soon trembling as his orgasm barreled from his nuts. Mitch's hand continued its rapid dance over his cock, Darrin's body locked and his feet curled as the first volley erupted from his cock. Watery cum squirted out in thick streams that added to the pool of jizz already coating him. As the last tremors shook him violently, Mitch striped the last bit of cum from Darrin's cock. Sucking the juice into his mouth, he relished the pungent reward.
Mitch lay against Darrin and cuddled, relishing the feeling of cum thinning and slowly trickling off their bodies. Darrin kissed Mitch gently and looked at the results of their lovemaking.
"As much as I'd love to cuddle with you all day, I think we need to clean up," said Darrin.
"Yeah," said Mitch, leaning in for a kiss. "I have to ride that south pasture again. Those steers are just aching for another hole to get out. Besides, I haven't had a chance to take Storm out since we brought 'em back from my parents. He and Lady haven't been rode enough and are kinda lazy."
Darrin laughed as he sat up on the side of the bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floors. "Well, your mother spoiled them. They didn't get that much attention when we had them at school."
Mitch nodded in agreement and headed to the shower while Darrin cleaned first himself and then stripped the bed. Soon they switched roles and between the two of them any evidence of their early morning tryst was eliminated. They chatted about what needed to be accomplished during the weekend while they ate breakfast. Once they finished breakfast, Darrin banged on Josh's door and yelled for him to get up. With that they left the house together. Darrin followed Mitch to the corral, chatting with him while he saddled Storm. Darrin stole a kiss just before Mitch swung into the saddle and then watch as his man moved Storm into a lope toward the pastures. Shaking himself from his preoccupation, Darrin turned to begin working on his list of chores.
"Darrin! Oh fuck, Darrin! Where the hell are you!" screamed Josh.
"I'm right here, Josh. What's wrong?" said Darrin as he walked out of the hay barn.
"Storm is back!"
"Yeah, Mitch said it wouldn't take very long."
"No! Storm is back, but Mitch isn't."
"Ohmygod!" muttered Darrin as he broke into a run. Checking the corral he saw that Josh was right. The horse was back but was still had on all its tack. In the futile hope that Josh had just missed Mitch, he sprinted to the other buildings. But Mitch was nowhere to be found. Running back to the barn, he jumped onto the ATV; turning he found Josh had shadowed him and had a look of shear panic on his face.
"Josh, get the pickup. Mitch was going to check the south pasture. Something's happened, hopefully Storm just bucked him off and we'll meet him walking back to the house," said Darrin.
"Yeah. Ok," said Josh, his face ghostly white.
With Josh's acknowledgment, Darrin ripped the ATV into full throttle and started searching the pasture. The minutes raced by as Darrin quickly worked his way along the fence. He heard the rumble of their pickup as Josh searched from the other direction. But time passed quickly with neither of them finding Mitch. The panic was building in Darrin, his mind imagining the worst. His anxiety was becoming overwhelming when he heard the pickup horn blaring through the quiet fall afternoon.
Darrin turned the ATV and raced toward the sound. Feeling like he was traveling through molasses, the seconds it took to reach Josh seemed interminable. Rounding a large stand of cedars, he saw the pickup parked at the edge of the creek embankment. Darrin wheeled in, jumping from the vehicle before it had stopped rolling and ran to the edge. In horror he looked down at his darkest nightmare. Lying at the bottom of a 15-foot embankment was Mitch's twisted body with Josh standing helplessly over him. Darrin looked at the travesty of his husband crumbled in the red mud and sandstone rocks of the creek. With a heart-rending sob, Darrin launched himself over the edge and plunged to his lovers broken body. Splashing through the slurry, he dropped to his knees by Mitch's head and lifted it. Tears rolled down his face as overwhelming grief gripped him. What would he do without Mitch? Mitch was who kept him sane. Distantly through his anguish he realized Josh was standing beside him, tears streaking his dust covered face. Holding Mitch hard against him, Darrin started rocking back and forth as he sobbed.
"Not so tight, stud. My head hurts."
Josh and Darrin both jumped at the soft words uttered from Mitch's mouth. "Mitch? Mitch! Oh fuck! I thought I'd lost you," cried Darrin.
"Fucking hell, leg hurts like a mother fucker," muttered Mitch. Suddenly Mitch tried to sit up and fell back with a moan, "Where's Storm? Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine. He came back to the corral. That's how we knew to look for you," said Darrin.
Mitch chuckled weakly, "He didn't want to go to the edge. I had a bitch of a time getting him close. I guess he knew more than I did," said Mitch. As he tried to move again he went rigid as the pain surged over him.
Darrin turned to Josh and started giving instructions. "Get back to the pickup. Call 911. You probably won't get a signal in this hole. Tell 'em where we are. Mitch is going to need an ambulance."
Josh nodded and scrambled on hands and knees back up the creek bank. Darrin distantly heard the pickup roar off and then his world narrowed to Mitch. Oblivious to everything but his husband, Darrin held his again unconscious man. Listening to each breath Mitch took, Darrin was thankful Mitch was still alive. Hours seemed to pass before Josh was back and sliding down the bank to them.
"They're coming! The EMT's are on their way. They're from around here so they know where we are. And just in case I gave them the GPS coordinates that I got off your phone."
Darrin reached out a mud stained hand and patted Josh's shoulder, "You did great. Just great." Darrin turned back to the unconscious form in his lap and whispered, "They'll be here soon."
The two of them talked softly to each other, and Mitch as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Soon Darrin could hear the faint sound of sirens but the wait was interminable before he heard they stopped. Seconds later he looked up to find three impassioned faces looking down at them from the edge of the creek embankment.
"Hey," said one of them, "I'm Jeff, this is Marc and that's Sue. We'll have you out in no time. Just stay calm. Give us a second and we'll be down."
Good to his word, in very short order, Jeff and Sue were at the bottom of the creek evaluating Mitch's condition. They relayed the information to Marc who was talking to the hospital. Their calm and professional demeanor went a long way to reassuring Darrin. Once they completed their assessment, Sue squatted on the bank beside Darrin.
"Sir, we need to ask you a few questions."
"Sure, whatever you need," said Darrin as he tried to wipe his face on his arm.
"Excellent..." with that she started down the list of standard questions. Darrin didn't even consider his response when asked for his relationship to the patient. While Darrin didn't note the EMT's brief pause, Josh did and hoped it wasn't going to mean trouble later. By the time the questions were answered and Darrin looked up again, there were additional people on the bank above them. He recognized Doug, but there were others who he didn't remember. As long as they were helping, Darrin didn't care. He heard plans being discussed on how to get Mitch out of the creek, but Darrin's focus was on the man he was holding. Suddenly he was surrounded by people who were intensely working to get Mitch out.
The next few minutes were agony for Darrin as he watched them strap Mitch into a basket stretcher. They were as gentle as possible, and had already injected Mitch with all the painkiller his injuries would allow. Darrin saw a tow cable slither down the bank and looked up, realizing that Doug had moved his pickup so they could pull Mitch out with the winch on it. More men piled over the edge to help carry Mitch out. Darrin grabbed a corner and started up the bank with the others as they slowly climbed the steep slope. But it was still not an easy operation and several times Darrin wished Mitch would lapse into unconsciousness until it was over to spare him the obvious agony.
Once they finally reached the top, Darrin moved to the side to catch his breath. As he looked around, he realized people moving with hurried efficiency surrounded them. Some he recognized from the night of the fire, others he couldn't remember ever seeing. Recovered from the climb, Darrin moved beside the stretcher as they carried Mitch to the waiting ambulance. When Darrin tried to follow he was stopped when one of the EMT's stepped in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir. But you can't ride in the ambulance."
"What?"
"Sorry, sir. Even if you were married you couldn't, it's against company policy."
Darrin glanced up in time to see the EMT turn red as he realized what he'd said. Darrin glared at the man but kept quiet, his focus on getting Mitch to the hospital as quick as possible, and a scene right now would not help.
"Yeah, ok. I'll follow in the pickup," said Darrin with a calm that didn't feel.
The crew visibly relaxed and quickly readied Mitch for the long drive to the nearest hospital. It was soon inching its way across the pasture. Turning back, Darrin could see the crowd was dispersing. He stood dazed for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts. He jumped slightly when Doug's large hand landed on his back.
"You ok, Darrin?" asked Doug.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's just..." Darrin said with a shudder, "I thought at first that he was dead."
Doug nodded and watched as Josh walked up, not looking any better than Darrin. Turning back he asked, "You need a ride to the hospital? It'd probably be best if you weren't driving."
Before Darrin could answer, Josh said, "I've got it, Mr. Parker."
Doug looked at Josh for a long minute and then nodded. "Well ok, let us know if you need anything. I'm sure Mitch is going to be out of commission for a while. Just let us know what we can do to help."
"I will Doug, and thanks."
Watching as Doug turned to leave, Darrin shook his head. It was amazing what a difference one generation could make, because Doug was certainly nothing like his mother. Turning back to Josh he clasped the young man on the shoulder.
"Let's go, Josh. I want to follow the ambulance to the hospital."
Darrin rushed into the emergency room with Josh tight on his heels. Pausing for a second to get his bearings he spotted the desk and ran over to it.
"Mitch McRichards was just brought in. Where is he?"
The older woman behind the desk looked at Darrin over the top of her glasses and then started typing on her computer.
"McRichards, yes. He's in ICU. It's immediate family only."
"I'm his husband. I need to be with there!" Darrin said in barely constrained frustration.
"I'm sorry, sir. It's immediate family only. Hospital policy does not consider domestic unions immediate family," said the woman with a scowl on her face.
"What! You will let me in or I'll tear this hospital apart brick by brick to get to him!" screamed Darrin in frustration.
"Sir! You will need to keep your voice down. There's no reason to yell."
"No reason to yell my ass! My husband is in intensive care and he could be dying and you're telling me I can't be with him. What the fuck is that!"
"Sir. If you can't control yourself I'll have security escort you out of the hospital."
Darrin inhaled to unleash a storm of frustrations when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Snapping his head back he saw that Sheriff White Cloud standing beside him.
"Darrin, what's the problem?"
"Mitch was hurt bad. He and his horse fell down a creek bank. And she won't let me in to be with him." Darrin explained. His body was starting to shake from the stress and frustration. He was glad the Sheriff was there, but didn't know what could be done. All he knew was that he wasn't with the person he loved most when he was seriously injured.
The woman bristled visibly and sank back into her seat. "You know the hospital policies, Jim. I can't just let everyone in."
The Sheriff leaned forward with a look that didn't bode well for the obstinate woman. "What do you think the hospital, and its spiffy clean administrators in Oklahoma City would think of you not letting a loved one back to see someone in ICU."
The woman seemed to be softening for a minute, then her resolve settled in again. "It's their rules, not mine. Sorry."
Jim's face darkened and he leaned in close to the woman. Darrin prepared himself for a verbal tirade. The next words from the sheriff caught him completely by surprise.
"Wanda. These boys are two-spirits. Do you want Nanna to come talk with you?"
The short woman blanched and looked away, then she turned to Darrin, "Room E7."
Darrin smiled at the Sheriff and started down the hallway she had indicated, with Josh and the Sheriff trailed behind. When Wanda saw Josh she stopped them again.
"Hey! I said him," she pointed at Darrin, "Not you. How are you related."
Josh got a look of panic and glanced at Darrin. Determination quickly replaced the panic and he turned back to the woman.
"I'm their son, and I'm going to see my Dad!"
The woman started to argue, and then surrendered. "Fine. Whatever. Go!"
The trio walked rapidly down the hallway. As they moved past open doors, Darrin looked at Jim with a quizzical look on his face. "Who's Nanna?"
"My grandmother," said the Sheriff.
Darrin was taken aback, but it quickly left him as they walked into the room. Darrin moved to one side and Josh the other, trying to stay out of the way but wanting Mitch to know he wasn't alone. Soon the nurses had him prepped for surgery and were wheeling Mitch out of the room. Darrin and Josh were directed to the waiting room and sat in tense frustration as the minutes crept by.
Mitch looked around the room through blurry eyes. He saw Josh, sound asleep, in one of the chairs. Smiling to himself he watched Josh turn in his sleep and wipe the drool off his face. He heard a soft sound beside him and turned to find Darrin beside the bed.
"Hello, sleepy. How are we feeling," said Darrin.
Mitch cleared his throat and smiled, "I'm not sure how 'we' are feeling, but I think I'm on some damn good drugs."
Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, you're right. Do you need anything? Is there something I can get you?"
"Water."
Darrin lifted a cup of ice the nurse had left for Mitch and dug out a spoonful, feeding it to Mitch. While he continued to spoon feed him ice chips, Darrin inwardly grimaced at the sight of his normally vibrant husband stretched out on a hospital bed surrounded with machines and tubes. As he sat the cup down, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked over Mitch, checked his stats and then smiled.
"Well Mr. McRichards. How are we feeling? How is the pain?"
Mitch suppressed a laugh at the second 'we' in so few seconds but answered the question, "It's good. My throat is dry, but otherwise I don't feel that bad. How am I?"
"All things considered, you're in remarkable shape. It certainly could have been worse. You have a concussion and your leg has multiple breaks. You were lucky, the orthopedic surgeon was here from Oklahoma City on his weekly visit when you came in, and he's one of the best in the state. So you got excellent care."
"So what's the prognosis, Doc?" asked Mitch.
"A couple of days of observation for the concussion and then you can go home. In a few months you should be back to 100%."
"Months? How many months?"
"Oh, six or eight. You can start physical therapy once the incision heals. Six months of PT and you should be good to go. They'll work with you and the crutches too. You shouldn't need them for more than a month or so."
Mitch looked at Darrin in panic at the length of his recovery. Expecting to see him equally distressed, Darrin's broad smile confused Mitch. But he'd slept through most of the drama of the last 24 hours, including the minutes when Darrin thought he'd lost Mitch. For Darrin, needing to take care of Mitch for eight months was fine, just fine.
Outside it was early winter, but the climate inside was more like a spring hell-bringer thunderstorm. After three weeks of being stuck inside on crutches, not being able to drive or put any weight on the leg, and dealing with three days a week of physical therapy, Mitch was not fit to be around. He had chewed Josh's ass a few days ago for some imagined fault and had cornered off with Darrin just before he left for work that morning.
He'd spent the day trying to get something done with the ranch accounts, but was having trouble focusing. Mitch saw himself as the one to do the physical work on their ranch, and now that he couldn't fulfill that role, he was miserable and made everyone around him miserable too. Adding to his general unhappiness for the last several days was the construction crew that Darrin had hired to work on their bathroom. Personally, Mitch thought Darrin's timing sucked.
The sound of the front door opening somehow served to reinforce his sense of ineptitude. But Darrin's arrival gave Mitch's frustration a target.
"Nice of you to visit home. Glad you could work me in."
"Hi Mitch, glad to see you too," said Darrin.
"Well I have your fuck'n dinner ready if you fuck'n care."
"Thanks. You already ate?"
"Yeah, whatever. It tastes like shit," muttered Mitch.
Darrin made himself a small plate and sat down across from the couch where Mitch was sprawled. He glared at Darrin with misplaced rage, keeping his arms folded across his chest as Darrin ate. Darrin finished his spartan meal, coming back to sit beside Mitch's head after he'd dropped his dishes in the sink.
"I have a surprise for you."
"What? New boots? Can't fuck'n put 'em on so don't bother," grumbled Mitch.
"Come on, bitchy. Get up. I want you to see the bathroom," said Darrin.
Darrin watched as Mitch got on his crutches. Unobtrusively holding his hand behind Mitch to catch him if he lost his balance, they moved slowly to the bathroom. Once through the door, Mitch could see a huge cardboard box in one corner, wrapped with an enormous red bow.
"What the hell?" muttered Mitch.
"Well, open it and see," said Darrin. Handing Mitch a cord he added, " Just pull this."
With a frown on his face, he tugged and the box collapsed to reveal a huge new shower. Mitch stared at it for a few minutes, remembering their shared showers during last year's spring break and his tense muscles relaxed slightly.
Before Mitch could comprehend it all Darrin added; "It's handicap accessible too. There's a bench and handholds. All the heads are adjustable. All the cool crap I could find."
A smile finally crept across Mitch's face and he looked at Darrin.
"This is so great! And I've been a complete asshole."
"Yes, you have. You won't get any argument from me. And if you don't quit hurting Josh's feelings, I'm going to break your other leg. Every time you yell at him, he pouts for days. He's not me you know. I know you're an old softie, he doesn't."
"I know, I know," said Mitch with a sigh.
"Well?" said Darrin with a smile, "Wanna take it for a spin?"
"Sure. But I'm gonna need some help with my clothes."
"I've never minded stripping your clothes off, babe. Never."
Darrin moved with practiced ease as he helped Mitch strip and then get into the shower. Darrin adjusted the warm spray so it cascaded against Mitch's body from all sides. He watched Mitch relaxing under the jets of water as he stripped. Stepping in behind Mitch, he took the hand shower and slowly ran the hot water over Mitch's body, carefully avoiding the new scar. Once he had finished the water massage, Darrin squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and started washing Mitch's hair.
"Oh babe, that really feels good," said Mitch with a sigh.
"Good. If you will promise to quit biting our heads off we can make this a regular thing while you're recovering."
Mitch closed his eyes and nodded in agreement as Darrin gently worked the soap into his short hair. Darrin carefully rinsed the shampoo off Mitch, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Taking the washcloth in his hand, he coated it with liquid soap and started gently washing Mitch's body. As he moved across Mitch's muscular chest, Darrin spent extra time soaping his nipples. Soon Mitch was leaning against Darrin and both of them were sporting full-blown erections. Darrin tenderly washed Mitch's groin, enjoying the swirls of patterns the soap and Mitch's body hair were creating. Working carefully he soaped Mitch ass and let his finger slip slightly inside Mitch's tight hole. Mitch moaned at Darrin's slight penetration.
"Oh hell. That feels so good. I haven't got off since that morning before the accident. God, I'm horny as hell," said Mitch through a chorus of sighs.
Darrin moved in front of Mitch and started washing his legs. Mitch spread them as the sensations built, his cock jerking with each swipe of the cloth. Darrin reached his feet and started washing them carefully, rubbing gently between each toe as he enjoyed the sight of Mitch, eyes closed and cock throbbing as Darrin cleaned his body. Finishing with the last square inch of skin, Darrin again worked the handheld shower slowly over Mitch. He enjoyed the intimacy that they hadn't been able to have since the accident. Once he had washed the last traces of soap from Mitch's body Darrin put the shower back in the holder and started rubbing Mitch's back. He could feel Mitch's labored breathing as he came back from the edge of orgasm.
"I think we should move this to the bed so you can be more comfortable," Darrin whispered to Mitch. His nod of acceptance was all Darrin needed. Turning off the shower, he dried himself and then Mitch. Providing the support Mitch needed, they moved to the bed and Darrin helped Mitch slowly lower himself to sit on its edge.
"Lay on your face, cutie. I want to munch on that prime Mitch ass," said Darrin in a theatrical growl.
Mitch practically giggled at the fake voice as he moved into position. Playing the role he responded in a high falsetto. "Oh my, how will I ever survive the assault on my virginity?"
Darrin laughed softly and knelt between Mitch's spread legs and opened his ass cheeks, inhaling deeply. Looking up at Mitch he quipped, "I believe I have relieved you of your virginity numerous times now, Sir Studly, but I am going to happily take it again."
With that he leaned down and licked Mitch from scrotum to lower back. Concentrating on the brown pucker in front of him, he tenderly started licking from its center out. Over and over again his tongue gently worked Mitch's tender hole. As it relaxed under the attention, he gently put the tip of his tongue inside Mitch's ass and wiggled it.
"Ohmygod! I swear! I'm about to jizz that feels so fuck'n good!"
Darrin moved his face away, rubbing Mitch's hairy ass cheeks as his own breathing sped up in response to their lovemaking. He knew their abstinence had been necessary for Mitch's recovery, but he'd sorely missed their times together.
"Not yet, babe. I want this to last. I've missed touching you so much. I just want you to enjoy the ride," said Darrin.
Mitch grunted and then relaxed against the bed as Darrin slid one of his fingers inside his trench and started rubbing back and forth over his twitching hole. Darrin laid down behind Mitch, wedging his face into his butt and began a full attack on the tender hole in front of him. Darrin's tongue teased and prodded as it worked to loosen Mitch's hole. For long minutes he forged deeper and deeper into Mitch's ass. Then using his teeth, he nipped at the puckered entrance. Soon Mitch's hole was loose and swollen from Darrin's careful work. His fingers were prying Mitch's hole open wider as his tongue demanded entry. As his assault continued, Mitch moaned louder and louder, his body trembling as his need for release built.
"Oh god, fuck me, please just fuck me," begged Mitch.
Darrin leaned down with a look of regret on his face and softly said, "I can't, babe. You can't have weight on you." Darrin kissed Mitch softly on the back and ran his hand up the perfect body under him. "But I have plans. You'll explode soon, babe. Don't worry."
"Shit. I can't take much more. My fuck'n cock is so hard it hurts."
Darrin smiled lustfully and then lunged back into Mitch's ass. His tongue dove into Mitch, burying itself in him again and ag
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ope and the touch of the Master were becoming more and more sensual. She felt emboldened to make a quip.
"Master, I hope you will not resort to anything so un-traditional."
The Master laughed long and loud. "I can see you will become a very good *Kinbaku* model. Perhaps I will buy you from Martin."
Niamh didn't know whether to take this seriously or not, so she put on her most demure smile and replied, "Che sara, sara,* Master." Of course, she had to explain this idiom, so ancient that its roots were lost, to the Master, who laughed uproariously and stroked her breasts, causing her nipples to spring to attention.
"It is rumoured Martin once *almost* sold a slave. But, perhaps we should not speak of this?"
Niamh knew the answer to that question. "Master, it shall be as you wish."
Master Takana finished the chest harness by passing the ends of the rope around the junction of the ropes above Niamh's breasts, the shoulder ropes and the column joining the loops below her breasts, forming a three-sided medallion of rope. When he had finished tying this figure, he turned a screen, which had a mirror on the other side. Niamh saw herself in bondage, and, for the first time, appreciated the aesthetic qualities of an art she had previously found only tedious, or uncomfortable, something she endured because her Owner had ordered it.
"Master, that is beautiful!"
"Are you surprised? This is only stage one. I'm going to take some photographs now." He re-arranged the lighting and shot her from every angle, and from full figure to minute detail.
"Are you feeling relaxed, Niamh?"
"Oh yes, Master. The binding was like stroking, and now I feel I am being tightly hugged."
"Very well, the next phase is more restrictive. Please place your forearms behind your back and kneel up on the platform." She clambered up on the platform and presented her back, arms linked behind. Master Takana proceeded to wind a new rope around each wrist, then bound her wrists together, with one bite of rope under her thumb and over her palm on each hand. The rope then travelled up to join the harness between her shoulder blades, and bound in her upper arms.
Niamh was now quite definitely captive, and virtually immobile. She could perhaps scramble to her feet — with difficulty — but, if she then fell over, she would have no way to break her fall. For a few moments, she felt her heart begin to race, but she also realised that her Master had been gentle with her and had explained each step and tie as he performed it. She remembered the lesson on power exchange: she was dominated, helpless clay in the hands of her Master, but he, on the other hand, would do everything for her, protect her, and guide her through the experience.
She relaxed and allowed herself to be moved and posed like a plasticine model, as he shot a long series of photographs.
"Has your Owner allowed your orgasm tonight?" he asked.
"He has promised us all a nice orgasm, Master."
"Well then, I'm sure he will not object if you have another. There is time to add a simple suspension, so I will see what can be achieved." At this stage, Niamh felt sure that Master Takana could, if he set his mind to it, achieve almost anything with rope.
The next rope wound around her hips, then around the top of each thigh, crossing with a twist over her crotch, exerting pressure on her sex. Niamh's first sensation was pressure on her bladder. *I hope I don't have to pee*, she thought, but as the binding continued, she felt a growing stimulation of her clitoris building the sexual tension that would have one inevitable end.
Her Master helped Niamh to lie prone on her belly while he attached further ropes to the chest harness, the hip binding, and then another tie to her ankles. All of these were attached to a movable bar which descended from the ceiling.
"This is definitely not traditional," he said as he activated the electric hoist, raising Niamh about a meter off the platform. "But it is very convenient." When he was satisfied, he took another series of photographs to document the event.
Niamh's weight added more tension to the ropes but still she felt oddly relaxed despite her helpless immobility and the swaying motion initiated by the hoist which brought further friction to her upper body and a delicious jolt to her sexual centre. She knew that she would soon be experiencing an intense orgasmic pleasure. *But I can't do anything for Master Takana*, she thought.
However, that thought was soon falsified.
The Master added one more tie, this time from a generous hank of her hair to the chest suspension, saying, "My dear, you look so erotically arousing, and I can see your own arousal, that I simply must enjoy you myself."
Niamh smiled to herself as she realised that her head was tilted at just the right angle to allow Master Takana easy access to her mouth. He stepped up on the platform and undid his trousers, presenting Niamh with a full erection. She opened her mouth, allowing him to slide into the cavity, greeting him with swirls of her tongue and gentle suction. He moved slightly inside her and those movements, though small, were sufficient to increase the friction on her clitoris. As she was rapidly reaching the point of no return, she was glad that her orgasm had been pre-approved, because she was incapable of asking permission. Nevertheless, she tried to ensure her Master came first, even though he seemed to have extraordinary powers of control.
Finally, Niamh could no longer suppress her body's reaction. She came, with a muffled yelp and a shudder that suffused every part of her body. At the same moment, her mouth was flooded by the Master's sperm. She could barely contain it, but somehow managed to keep most, as he slowly softened. When he disengaged, her mouth remained open, displaying his semen.
"Well done, Niamh," he whispered. "You may swallow."
She did so, gratefully, as he lowered her back to the platform, holding and stroking her for some time, before he began to unloose her ties. Helping the Master coil the ropes, Niamh snatched a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Crimson lines were appearing on her body where blood returned to the areas that had been constricted. The marks were a phantom of the harness she had worn, and Niamh knew they would last long enough to show off to the other slaves. She felt strangely proud of them, the mark of a service she had provided well, not just to Master Takana, but to Martin, her Owner.
Master Takana faced Niamh and bowed. Surprised, she bowed in return and told him, "Thank you, Master, for showing me the beauty of rope."
He smiled and took her again by the hand. "It's time to return to the salon. We are exactly on time for the next act."
Chapter 107: Girln-Girl at the Men's Party
The Dining Salon filled with returning Masters and their slaves, once more dressed. Masters had shed their jackets and ties while the slaves had dressed in the Prima Donna Madam Butterfly Bra and Bikini Panty. Igor had selected this pair, remarking that it showed beauty and full coverage in an exquisite floral embroidered, multi-part bra and panty. The angled cup would shape the slaves' breasts while the side support panels would help center the bust and give forward projection. Igor also liked the embroidered appliqués scattered over the front and sides of the set, with an embroidered butterfly appliqué at the center of the back waistband.
The slaves got their men another round of drinks, and each man started telling the others that they had enjoyed the most beautiful, willing and responsive "companion" available. They were mildly joshing Derek, whose story seemed to indicate that he was not quite in full control of the scenario with Dagmar.
Sally whispered in her gentleman's ear and quietly disengaged from his embrace. She retrieved her accordion from the locker where she had stored it and faced the group as the light dimmed and several spotlights picked out the chanteuse and the padded mattress, really a gigantic futon, that had replaced the dining table.
Master Takana noticed the dimming lights and clapped his hands. "Attention, gentlemen!" he proclaimed. "I believe the floor show has begun."
"Messieurs et Mesdames, les chansons d'Edith Piaf!" Sally struck a pose. She explained that her songs were French classics, beginning with the story of a poor street girl who loves the musician at the dance hall. Alas, he has to go to war while she dreams that when he returns they will open a brothel, he as the boss while she takes the cash. But he doesn't return and she is alone, because the guys don't like girls with long faces. She ends up in a low-down dive, where she breaks down, yelling "Stop! Stop the music."
Then, with a brief accordion introduction, Sally began with *L'accordéoniste*:
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas...
Elle écoute la java
Mais elle ne la danse pas
Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longues de l'artiste
There's a beautiful hooker
Down on the street corner
She has many clients
That fill up her purse
She hears the Java music,
But she doesn't dance
She doesn't even watch the dance floor
And her adoring eyes
Follow the nervous playing
And the long skinny fingers of the artist
Dagmar waited nervously for her part to begin. Niamh had begun performing a sultry dance to Sally's singing and Dagmar was to make the first move.
Sally had one particular song for the end of her bracket: *Milord*:
"The last song is about a girl from the docks who often sees an English Milord around town, usually with a beautiful young girl. He never notices the singer, until one night, all alone he sits at her table, breaks down and cries."
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu, qu'elle était belle!
J'en ai froid dans le coeur
Regardez-moi, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue...
Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ça, je l'aurai jamais cru
Victoriously, you walk
arm in arm with a young miss
My God, she is beautiful
I feel a chill in my heart
Look at me Milord
You've never seen me...
Milord, you're crying?
I wouldn't have believed it.
Dagmar had been primed on her part in the show, and this was her entrance cue.
She had been wrestling with her feelings since the "Commencement" where Sally had been offered her release. Now, she was both excited by the opportunity for sex with the other slaves and repelled by the thought of doing it in public, and before an audience of men, at that. She had hoped that the excursion outside The Enterprises' HQ would provide a chance of escape. If she could hide out for a few hours, she could make it back to her bank.
Her hopes had been dashed by the trip to the wharves. Security was ever present, standard restraints were in place, and the van doors were locked. Sally had sensed her agitation and taken her hand. Dagmar could see that Sally was calm, smiling, seemingly accepting their position. They had been escorted on board the yacht, not hurriedly, but firmly, and never unwatched.
*Go on with the show*, she decided, was the best thing to do.
She sidled up to Niamh, who was dancing to the song. Taking her by the hand, she led Niamh to the padded mattress, the giant futon, which was their stage. Niamh put her arm around Dagmar's waist and squeezed. They halted for a kiss. Dagmar trembled as Niamh embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Just pretend we are all alone."
Dagmar whispered back, "Don't worry, I'm all right. In fact, I had quite a good time with Derek; tell you later."
Dagmar began to stroke Niamh's back, working her way down to the buttocks as Niamh concentrated on kissing her neck. Though she was not usually attracted to other women, Niamh was happy to put on this show because she had just recently experienced an intense orgasm. She was still aroused and her skin still tingled where she had been bound. Dagmar's touches were enhancing those feelings. She suspected that Dagmar had come as well.
Sally joined Dagmar and Niamh, and moments later so did Julie. They surrounded the two, kissing their necks, nibbling on their ears and slipping their arms between them, caressing breasts and bellies. Sally and Julie began to undo the fastenings of the other slaves' lacy lingerie and slowly made them nude. Their hands were added to sensations building up in Niamh. She disengaged from Dagmar and turned to Sally, her gentle tormentor. Niamh pressed herself against Sally, feeling her firm breasts beneath the lace. Her hand deftly undid the clasps while she teased Sally's neck with her lips.
Dagmar was on her knees, pulling Julie's bottoms down and off her legs, burying her head between Julie's thighs. Julie pressed her closer, sliding down until her cunt was available to Dagmar's lips. Sally and Niamh, both naked, were down on the mattress by now. Niamh was exploring Sally's slit with her tongue while Sally employed her fingers in Niamh's folds, dipping a finger into the well-lubricated cunt. The tension was building in Niamh; she needed more! To signal this, she raised her head and playfully nipped Sally's clit, eliciting a shudder and a yelp of delight.
The desired result came in the form of a new hand that tweaked Niamh's nipple. It was Julie, signalling a change in formation. Sally moved herself about, still allowing Niamh access to her sex, while she now attended to Dagmar with her tongue. Julie took over the stimulation of Niamh and Dagmar continued her service to Julie. In this fashion, the "Daisy Chain" that had been discussed with the Empress and agreed between the slaves was accomplished.
Each girl was sucking and nibbling and being sucked and nibbled in a spiral of pleasure, assisted by the random application of hands and even feet. A seeming perpetual motion machine, that increased the arousal with every revolution, until Dagmar jerked and groaned, setting off a chain reaction of gyrations and orgasms around the circle.
The men had been spellbound and silenced by this display of raw feminine sexuality. Some leaned forward, as if to catch every nuance of action in this drama. When, finally, the moans and twitching of the girls subsided, unrehearsed — but as one — the men burst into a round of applause. The ladies gathered themselves together and, facing the men, bowed deeply.
They stood for a moment holding hands, their bodies shining with sweat, catching their collective breaths. Master Takana raised a finger. "Ladies you must have enjoyed your meal; you devoured it! I must apologize for not providing napkins, but as our mothers taught us, good manners require a clean face. Please turn to your partner and take care of this without using your hands."
After a moment's hesitation, Julie took the initiative — and Dagmar's face, planting kisses and licks on cheeks and chin. Sally leaned into Niamh. She caught a drip under Niamh's chin and worked her way to the upper lip. As the four women enthusiastically completed their task, several men found the display even more arousing than the main performance.
Julie took the lead again and pulled Dagmar into a tight embrace. Sally reacted with a deep kiss and hug with Niamh.
Sally saw to refreshing each man's drink while the other slaves slipped into Lulus' Star Spangled Ivory Backless Lace Rompers for the remainder of the evening. The short uniform drew admiring looks from the men, especially when Dagmar did a few twirls. As the other slaves rejoined the gathering in the salon, Sally also donned the white uniform.
Chapter 108: Act Three of the Party
Julie and Niamh were exhausted but pleased that the Girln-Girl Second Act had gone so well — for the slaves — and had been received so enthusiastically by the men. Now, Act Three needed to be started.
The young man, Derek, took the initiative away from Julie, something which she was surprised to find irritated her.
"My friends," he announced, "I'd like to invite you to observe a Third Act this evening. As you may know, my family has had slaves for a few generations and I've grown up without thinking much about slaves or slavery. It was always just something there, ready-to-wear, right off the rack, to mix a few metaphors."
The other men paused and, curiosity on their faces, looked around the room for clues about what was about to happen. This hadn't been mentioned in any of the contacts or notices leading up to the party. Derek's metaphor reference eventually settled on them and they returned to their seats, expectant.
Neither Julie nor Niamh thought it wise to interrupt Derek, who seemed to know what and how he wanted to set up the rest of the evening.
"Now, while I've been setting up our business here in the SAR, I've thought about these things a bit more. Frankly, I don't really know much about this topic. So," — he paused for a deep breath and the men could see a look of resolve settle around him — "I asked the Empress to set up an *Introduction to Slavery* for me."
Everyone could hear the capital letters in his voice, which stayed strong.
"The rules are simple. This is to be as realistic as possible. There is no bar to our hosts saying or doing anything they would say or do to or with a real slave. There is no "safe word" here. I will submit as long as our hosts, and you fine gentlemen, will require it, although we all have to be at our usual offices in the morning."
This last, clearly the end of his speech, was greeted by a smattering of applause and smiles all around. In a moment, Julie felt the atmosphere change. Her nod to the engineer lowered the general room lighting just enough to emphasize the spotlight on Derek. Niamh passed a riding crop to her and Julie moved to face the new slave.
"Slave Derek," she started, "in a few moments we are going to move to the yacht's Playroom. There are a few rules in our slave corridor. Your obedience will be instantaneous and it will be complete. When I or my trainers give you a command, we will ask 'Do you understand?' This is your only chance to ask for an explanation of whatever you don't understand. Otherwise, you will answer simply, "Yes, Mistress," and you will perform the act commanded. Do you understand?"
Quickly and smoothly, Derek answered, "Yes, Mistress, ask for explanation and perform the command."
Led by Julie, the three men, the "new slave," and the Mistresses made their way to the Playroom. From her position just off to one side, Niamh breathed a bit easier. *At least, we started off properly.*
Julie started the catechism they had rehearsed. "A slave has no rights. A slave is property. A slave does not own his body. A slave's mission is to obey, to serve, and to be used. Do you understand?"
Julie thought there was just a hint of a smile on Derek's face. Was he gaining some confidence that he could manage this act?
Derek took a moment too long to answer the standard slave question. Julie applied a slash from the crop across his right shoulder. It wasn't a particularly hard slash, but it wiped the smile off Derek's face. *He's probably not so confident now,* thought Niamh, who had also detected the smile.
"Do you understand?"
The answer was rushed; one lesson had been learned. "Yes, Mistress, I am to obey, to serve, to be used."
Julie made sure her face showed neither smile nor frown. A slave must pick up clues to his Mistress' desires from almost nothing. He had a moment of appreciation for how helpful his own slaves were. But, he continued to focus on Julie.
"Your first service is to show yourself to your betters. You will strip. You will make yourself naked. You will put your former clothes into the basket Niamh will bring you. Now. Do you understand?"
He was already opening his shirt as he replied, "Yes, Mistress, strip naked." It wasn't sensuous or sensual, but it was functional and fast. Niamh's basket disappeared. He wanted to wonder if he'd ever see it again, but he closed off that thought as Julie began speaking.
"Now, slave, two more rules. You will not make any sounds except to speak when asked a direct question. You will not look directly at me or any of the Mistresses here. Do you understand?"
Again, a quick reply. "Yes, Mistress, no speaking, no direct looks." And Derek realized that he was the only one naked in the room. The men had dressed after the Act One usages and the females wore the lacy white lingerie. As with the No Speaking rule, he surmised, it was a maneuver to build some humiliation into his slave experience.
"Put your hands at the small of your back."
He felt his hands move before he could wonder what this Mistress was going to do with them. What she did was fix each wrist in a pair of shiny handcuffs.
Julie permitted herself a small smile. It was time for a "nice, soothing, word" for the slave.
"These manacles," she said, deliberately using the more menacing term, "are new. Virgin. Yours is the first skin they have tasted."
It was a test. Derek thought he should respond to such a compliment, but there had been no question. The mild burn on his shoulder convinced him to remain silent.
Julie nodded at the slave. "That was a test, slave. In the free world, you would have a polite answer. In the slave world, nobody is interested in what you think or what you think you have to say. Now, this position is what we call Transport Mode. We will use it to move you around, to get you to the places where we want you."
His mind reacted. Transport to where *they* wanted him. In slavery, he would not be going where *he* wanted to go. He felt a layer of control, of civilization, fall away from him and thought, *That's a pretty grand idea, and just from wearing a set of handcuffs.* But he knew it was true. A bit of worry started in his mind. *Where are they going to take me? Off the yacht? To some slave corridor?*
The answer appeared without announcement. Julie grabbed his prick and gave a small jerk to get him moving. She led him around to each of the other men, and then to the other females, pointing to his "package."
"It's not the biggest package we've seen, but his history shows it has worked fairly well. Our first modification for his body is to increase the length of his ballsac. For this, we will use a parachute."
Niamh brought a C-shaped disk of plastic and wrapped it around the neck of his scrotum, bringing the ends to overlap, forming a cone with its open end covering his balls. Snaps held the cone in place. Niamh hooked small weights to four rings and gently let their weight pull on the cone.
Derek couldn't see this application, but he did feel the instant pull on his ballsac. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but he had never heard of such an application, and worry started to grow in his mind.
Julie used his prick as a lead as she showed the parachute to each of the audience. With some thickening and lengthening of his prick evident, Julie suspected Derek was actually enjoying this manipulation of his manhood. Eye contact with Niamh suggested that they were ready to move to the next test.
"Handcuffs are quite adaptable to many uses," Julie lectured the new slave as she led him to a position in the center of the room. "I'm going to change yours. When I free your right wrist, I want you to hold your arms straight out in front of you. No other movements. No shoulder movements. No movements to work out any muscle kinks. Immediately and straight out front. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, straight out front."
The audience could see a flight of emotions cross Derek's face. For one not used to Transport Position, even the short time he had been in the position must have given the new slave some unfamiliar stretches of unused muscles. But the command included no moves or shakes to get a cramp to let go. It was going to be a test for the slave.
Julie freed the right wrist and Derek swung his arms around to "straight out front." Julie quickly reapplied the right wrist handcuff and left his arms outstretched.
"Slave, you did that exactly as ordered. This is the standard we're going to expect tonight."
Niamh signaled the engineer and the whir of a cable descending from the ceiling filled the room. Niamh clipped the snaphook on the cable to the links between the cuffs and signaled for the cable to rise.
Derek followed the gradual rise of his arms as they passed his shoulders, then his face, and continued upward. He realized that the cable could go all the way to the ceiling, and had a flash of panic as he realized that would haul him off the floor, to hang from just the steel bracelets of the handcuffs.
The cable stopped with his arms pulled up, but his feet still on the floor. His mind sent out a prayer of thanks, but the worry seated itself a bit deeper. The "demonstration of adaptability" for the handcuffs must have some further point, he figured. Stretched as he was, he could think of only one reason: they were going to whip him.
Sally wheeled a small trolley to the slave. He could move enough to see it bore a basin of water and a tray of shavers. The Mistress covered his package with shaving gel — a rather comfortable, cooling sensation, Derek thought. That thought evaporated as Sally started shaving his lower abdomen and pubic region, flipping his prick from side to side as she worked.
"Raise your left leg," she ordered. Derek responded even before he figured out what she wanted to do, which was to reach the hair between his ballsack and the rosebud of his anus.
"Lower the left leg and raise the right," followed in just a few moments. Derek was not ready for the obvious command, and complied slowly. From behind him, Julie applied another cut with her crop.
Anger flared in Derek's mind, along with a short cry escaping from his mouth. He was trying, wasn't he? How fast did they expect him to go?
Julie came around to face the new slave. "I expect you're a bit upset by the cut of my crop. Slaves do not get upset. Because your Mistresses want you to understand their expectations, I will explain. You should be processing each maneuver we put you through. You should understand that we are removing your bush. You should have been ready to change legs when your Mistress ordered it. You were not ready. We think that means you were not thinking about what your Mistress was going to want. That is a failure, and it requires a correction. The correction was a cut of the crop. Corrections often hurt, but they will not harm you. We think you are a valuable unit of merchandise, of property. What would be the point of harming you? Now, a hurt will always heal. Of course, once you are hurt, you will know that you can be hurt again. This knowledge, we know, makes the correction more effective for the slave. Do you understand?"
It was the longest speech Derek had heard about slavery. He saw the logic quickly, and the worry deepened in his mind. They could use the crop, and probably other more painful devices, any time. He could have "hurts" piled on each other. But now, his Mistress was waiting for an answer.
"Please, Mistress," he started, but then realized he wasn't sure what to say. He fell back on, "I'll try better," adding "Mistress" as an afterthought.
Julie waved the crop, an action that had Derek flinching. It was impossible to ignore a simple fact: he was learning that slaves are not in control of themselves, and not in control of what positions or actions they may be compelled to take. There was less confidence, now, replaced by feeling "adrift." He wondered, *how did his slaves at home manage to survive this loss of control?*
"Did you say 'try?'" asked Julie. "Slave, you must understand that 'try' is a term in rugby —British football — or in American football. Slaves do not 'try.' Slaves perform up to standards. We will train you to our standards and you will perform up to those standards. Do you understand?"
Derek's wall of worry received this explanation with some despair. Did these Mistresses expect perfection every time? He formulated an answer he thought might satisfy. "Yes, Mistress, perform up to standards."
He noticed Julie's smile did not reach her eyes.
By the time his Mistress had his package shaved cleanly enough for her standards, Derek was feeling the cooling effects of the shave gel where his bush had been. Several hands ran over the area, testing for stray hairs. To Derek, these touches were not the pleasant and stimulating caresses of his own slaves, but tests for further passes by the shavers. His prick had stopped responding to flicks sending it one way or another. His ballsac, weighted by the parachute, was beginning to ache, and he wondered if, indeed, it was now longer.
The cable began to let his arms down, and Derek became tense. Another maneuver, another test was starting! The worry, now seated deeply in his mind, added a new dimension. Could he figure out what his Mistresses wanted, and in time to meet their standards?
With his arms at the horizontal, the cable stopped. He was told that the handcuffs were going to be removed, but that he was to keep his arms outstretched. Niamh and Julie unsnapped the cable, which retracted, and freed his wrists from the handcuffs. After just a bit of a dip, he managed to keep his arms at the horizontal until the Mistresses each took an arm and brought it around to his back.
"We are pretty sure you don't know what a boxtie is," Niamh announced, "so this is your first bondage position. We will position each hand at the opposite elbow and we want you to grasp that elbow while we apply the rope." He felt his hands and arms being positioned and grasped his elbows as ordered. "Very good, slave," said Niamh, "now just hold the position."
Dagmar brought several hanks of rope and he could feel coils of rope grasping and then tightening against his forearms. He thought he could tell that knots were being tied, but he could not feel them.
"We tie the knots where your hands can't reach them," Niamh added. "We've found that slaves are more comfortable knowing that."
Derek's only thought was that the ropes, so far, were not painful. He wondered if the coils would cut off his circulation, but then realize
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d that that would be a "harm" and Mistress Julie had told him that there was no reason to harm a valuable "unit of merchandise." He wanted to believe her, but wondered, *would a Mistress lie to her slave, perhaps to get the slave to be more compliant?*
As if she could read his mind, Julie had a lecture ready for him. "There must be complete trust between slave and Mistress. If a slave doesn't trust his Mistress, that could lead to mistakes in understanding what his Mistress wants and needs, leading to the slave failing his duty to his Mistress. If a Mistress cannot trust her slave, how can she give him any privileges? How can she be sure she is meeting his basic needs? For this reason, your Mistresses will never lie to you. You can always trust their word. And, similarly, you must never lie to your Mistress; it is a sign of disrespect. These are nonstarters in our world of slavery."
More rope was used to wrap his arms loosely to his chest, running above and below his nipples. Fingers wrapped rope around the strands in each armpit, taking up the slack and tightening this chest harness. He had seen this in photos of some Japanese *Shibari*, or *Kinbaku*, bondage models, and now felt how powerful those extra wraps were. He could move only his fingers, and not very much, at that. Again, he was paraded by a Mistress through the audience so the men could examine, and test with their fingers, the placement and tightness of ropes and knots. One man also fingered his nipples, finding them more erect than flat. The new slave was a bit embarrassed by this familiar handling, as well as by the state of his nipples.
Julie came around to his field of vision for a moment, but disappeared as she bent to examine his parachute. "I do believe we're seeing some stretching here," she intoned in a flat voice. "Now, we have a package we can put on display."
Derek couldn't understand what she meant. She had led him around by his prick, showing his prick and ballsac to the men and women before and after applying the parachute. Could there be that much change that more display was needed? His wall of worry began to develop an arch of humiliation.
Naimh, who had applied the parachute, appeared to remove, first the weights, and then the plastic disc. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "this prick and balls are much prettier now!"
Mistress Sally moved a sheet-draped piece of equipment into the center of the room. With a flourish, she removed the sheet, presenting a platform a little more than a meter square with a square wooden post rising from its center. The post was topped by a fan-shaped shelf of clear plastic, tilted forward just a bit. The handle of the fan, about three centimeters wide, was extended for several centimeters, ending in a window about two centimeters wide. Just before the window, the handle showed a soft mound of black vinyl. From each side of the fan portion, a threaded metallic column rose about five or six centimeters.
The new slave had no idea what the device was, but the fine finish and clean lines suggested it was an important piece of furniture. That was enough for his imagination to infer that he would experience it as a torture device.
Niamh led him to the device, mounting the platform from the "handle" side. She pulled him forward, so the handle slid between his legs, until his thighs were against the fan-shaped shelf. She spread his ballsac on the shelf, between the two upright columns.
Two Mistresses came to his sides, and Niamh passed his prick to one of them. The other held a clear plastic rectangle with two rows of holes in the long dimension of the plastic and slots running between the holes and the long edges.
Julie began a lecture, and Derek switched his attention to this Mistress. "There is a long history of use of stocks and pillories, but people often get them confused. The short version is that stocks generally hold the victim's feet, while a pillory holds the victim's neck and wrists. This device has some features of both. For instance, the shelf holds our slave's balls on display. You can see how much this display benefits from his prior exposure to the parachute as a ball-stretcher. Now, Niamh and I are going to shackle his feet in place, so that qualifies this as a set of stocks."
The two Mistresses wrapped leather cuffs around Derek's ankles, buckling them in place. Each cuff carried a D-ring and each Mistress used a short chain to lock Derek's ankles to the sides of the platform. Of course, spreading his legs to reach the width of the platform lowered his crotch onto the fan-shaped shelf and handle. Julie checked his buttocks, spreading them so his body could sink lower onto the shelf and handle.
"Now, his balls are held onto the shelf, so this qualifies as a pillory."
The men crowding around Derek nodded approvingly, with one commenting, "Exactly so. Very nice."
"Thank you, Sir," said Julie. "Now, I'm sure everyone noticed two components of the handle to the shelf that is displaying our slave's so-nice balls. At the end of the handle we have a window and, through this window, one can insert a device that will immediately bear on our slave's anus. I'm going to spread some lube on this device" — and she showed the audience a long, slender probe rising from a thicker handle — "and pass it through the window. A little more and I'll have our slave tell you what he feels."
There was silence for a few moments as Julie gently pushed the probe through the window and up to her slave's rosebud. As the probe pushed farther, Derek gasped and exclaimed, "No! Not there! That's not right, Mistress. Take it out; take it out!"
Julie, however, continued her manipulation of the device. Niamh came to the distraught slave and stroked his face. "Slave Derek, let me remind you of what we said earlier. You have no power, no control. All the power is with your Mistresses. That means that, whatever command they give, or whatever maneuver they do, is right, is correct. A slave does not have the power to decide what is right or correct. All that power is in his Mistress' hands.
"So, you see, what you just said makes no sense in the world of slavery. Do you see that, slave Derek? Do you understand?"
Julie's probe was now a few centimeters into Derek's ass, just past the sphincter muscle that holds the ass closed. There had been little pain, probably because of the thinness of the probe, but his ass was sending him "fullness" signals he'd never felt before.
He took a breath and gave Niamh the response she wanted. "Yes, Mistress, your commands are all correct, all right, Mistress."
It wasn't what he wanted to say, but he was learning that it was the proper reply to a Mistress. That difference, between what *he* wanted and what *they* wanted — and he had to provide — was a humiliating thing. He was the scion of an important family, sent to Hong Kong to establish an opening for a global business. A few lengths of leather, rope, and chain had reduced him to a compliant nothing. He had never, even when being hazed at University, felt such humiliation. He did remember, however, a tongue-lashing from a High School teacher about a book review ... But that was long ago and buried deeply.
Julie had driven the probe as far as she desired. The ribbing on the probe and the muscles of Derek's ass would hold it in place.
"I'm sure you are all wondering about this probe. Why put something so slender up our slave's ass? Something larger, say, a dildo, would have the size to stimulate pleasure centers for our slave. Now, our slave has been reasonably compliant, so I'm going to tell you that this probe contains some revolving wheels. When I turn it on, Derek will feel a pleasure he has not felt previously. Derek, would you like me to turn the probe on?"
It was a new question. Derek's mind recognized that, logically, the "No" answer was possible. Another part of his mind, however, told him that, logically, his Mistress was not likely to entertain that answer, and her response was also not likely to entertain him.
He hung his head a bit more. "Yes, Mistress, please turn the probe on."
Niamh held the remote control for the probe, and she turned it on as Derek spoke. The strange motions in his rectal canal surprised and scared Derek at first, and he yelped a few times. But, after a minute, the rhythm of the movements became sensual and he found himself pushing back on the probe. Julie responded by thrusting the probe a bit deeper and then withdrawing it, repeating the cycle as if the probe was a prick fucking a cunt. Derek found himself rising along the rainbow of arousal and wondered if his Mistress meant for him to have an orgasm?
No such luck! Derek never knew how his Mistress could know how far up the rainbow she had pushed him, but she stopped short of an orgasm.
Julie explained. "Derek, you remember we said that a slave owns nothing, not even his body. That means you don't own your orgasms. You must ask permission from your Mistress if you want to climax. You didn't, and so I withdrew the probe.
"Now, however, we have a chance to experiment with the second feature of the pillory's handle. Derek's 'taint' — named because 'it taint balls and it taint rosebud' — is resting on a black vinyl device. We're going to turn it on, starting at a low level, and we'll let Derek tell you what he feels. You will tell us, won't you, my dear slave?"
The "dear slave" felt a flash of resentment at the condescension in the question. But he managed to voice his agreement. The wall of worry had his mind clearly attuned to what his Mistresses wanted.
Niamh tapped a few buttons and the vibrator in the handle came to life. The early sensations did not reach forward to his balls, or backward to his ass, but straight upward into his prostate. As Niamh increased the strength of the signal, he felt himself, once again, rising up the arousal rainbow.
Haltingly, he managed to put a few words together. "Mistress, I didn't know this area was so sensitive. I can't describe the sensation exactly, but it feels good."
One or two of the other men knew exactly what Derek meant, but remained silent.
As Niamh increased the signal further, however, the pleasure began to change, until Derek began whimpering with the combination of pleasure and pain common to this area. He was about to violate the rule on speaking with a plea to stop when, again, his Mistress knew he had reached a particular point. A touch of a button and the black vinyl pad fell silent and still.
One of the Mistresses came up to the slave and wiped his face with a warm washcloth. It was the most pleasant experience of the evening, Derek thought.
Niamh returned the remote to its place and announced, "Now, let's see what the other Mistresses have been doing."
The Mistress with the plastic rectangle lifted it a short distance. She had laid the new slave's prick on the plastic and, with her partner, had laced it in place with a bright red shoelace, tying a large bow at the front of the plastic. The prick was straight and markings on the plastic showed its length at eight centimeters, clearly not engorged or aroused.
"The interesting thing that can be done with this plastic is to lay it on top of our slave's ballsac. You'll notice that the two upright columns from the shelf fit into the slots in the prick plastic. Now, I have a pair of wing-nuts that fit on the threads of the uprights. As you watch, I can spin the wing-nuts down, which would compress the prick plastic on the ball display shelf. Of course, I could tighten the wing-nuts as much as desired, until the balls are crushed flat."
Derek's cry startled the fascinated audience. "No, Mistress, please, no!" Even with his feet spread and his torso pressing firmly on the device, the slave was making a surprising amount of motion.
Aware that his cry had violated one of Mistress' rules, Derek was trying to regain some control over his body. Everyone could see the flush on his face and chest as he fought this battle. Julie and Niamh came to his sides and stroked his neck and arms, moving around to his front as his gyrations softened to mild tremors.
"Derek," Julie murmured softly. "Let's take this in order, right? First, you haven't remembered that we told you that there is no point in harming a slave, right? Second, the Mistress said she *could* tighten the wing-nuts. She didn't say she was going to. Third, in fact, she didn't spin the wing-nuts very far down the uprights at all. It seems evident that you were not trusting your Mistress.
"You also spoke out despite the rule of no speaking. Now, slave, do I have all your crimes listed?"
Derek's mind was only partially listening. Mostly, his attention was still on his prick and balls. He knew his Mistress was running down a list, probably of the bad things he had done. He saw no way to contradict her because his emotions, brought into play by the Mistresses' maneuvers, prevented clear thoughts. From his wall of worry and its arch of humiliation, he could put together only a few words. "Please, Mistress, your slave apologizes. Please, Mistress, let me go." As he said it, he knew it was not right. It was not even enough. If he could have fallen on his knees and begged, he knew he would have. Only the pillory kept him upright. He was broken. Softly, he began to cry.
From the discussions Julie and Niamh had held with Pat and Anne and then with Martin and Edward, they recognized that the once confident entrepreneur was not the body in front of them. The young man had broken more quickly than they had anticipated. Instinctively, they knew that repair was now needed.
Julie took the lead. "Derek, we've been holding slaves for a long time, and we're good at it. Just this evening shows that, right? So, we're going to let you earn yourself back. If you follow my instructions, it will all be fine again. Do you understand?"
His mind grabbed at the offered way out. "Yes, Mistress," he sobbed. "Just tell me what to do."
"All right, Derek. The first thing is you have to pay for violating the rule of no speaking. I'm going to gag you for a little bit, so you won't forget, but it will clear your slate of this crime. Do you understand?"
Derek wasn't sure about his Mistress' logic, but she had said the gag would clear his slate. He knew he should trust her and he knew that meant he had to agree with her correction. He managed to put the words together: "Yes, Mistress, a gag for the speech crime."
Niamh brought the gag they had selected for this possibility. It was a bit gag, about ten centimeters wide and two centimeters thick. It was covered with a smooth, tasteless plastic. Large O-rings at each end supported two straps. The heavier strap went around Derek's head, pulling the bit against the corners of his mouth. The thin strap went under Derek's chin, holding his tongue flat. As with most gags, he would be able to make sounds but not words. And he would drool.
As the bit gag was fitted, Derek began to regain some composure. He had not trusted his Mistresses. He had violated several rules, including speech. He was being put into a gag, so speech was impossible. In this way, he would begin to pay for his crimes against his Mistresses.
Niamh picked up the conversational tones Julie had used. "Derek, for your other crimes, you need to be spanked. But, you're not a child, so we won't spank you. But we have a special instrument, a flogger, that we use for these crimes. We're going to take you out of the devices you are in and take you to a saltire. This is a place where we can fasten you so you can receive the flogging. Do you understand?"
That question! Always needing an answer. He wanted the Mistresses to just do what they wanted. He didn't want to have to think of the answer they wanted. He nodded a "Yes," and prepared to go to the saltire for a flogging. He wasn't sure what a saltire was, but his Mistress had said it was where he would have his flogging, so it must be a good thing. Mistress had said that they had all the control and power, so any command was good and right and proper. So, he would go to the saltire when they led him there.
There were a few moments of pleasant touches as the Mistresses freed Derek from the scrotal pillory and its devices. Next came release from the boxtie and two of the Mistresses moved his arms to "work out the kinks;" much of his upper extremities was somewhat stiff. When the Mistress with the warm washcloths did his face, chest, and manhood, Derek felt as if all was right with his world, almost. He was glad the bit gag prevented him from the error of speech, because he had been about to express his thanks and gratitude. The last service the Mistresses did was to buckle leather bands on his wrists, matching those on his ankles. His first glimpse of these bands noticed that they were fleece-lined — *for comfort against something,* he wondered? — and each bore a pair of D-rings.
Julie and Niamh circled him, examining for any problems. Derek wondered why they didn't simply ask him to turn around. But, he had learned enough of slave control to realize that these Mistresses were doing as they pleased. And, therefore, that was the right and proper way.
Mistress Sally pulled a cord and a sheet dropped away from a device projecting from a wall of the Playroom. It was a large χ-shaped structure, easily two meters tall. It was fastened to the wall at the crossing of the arms. The lower arms showed small platforms for the occupant's feet. The upper arms showed dowels that could be used as hand-grabs. D-rings were spaced about ten centimeters apart up and down each arm, on the inside and outside borders. It was crafted of close-grained wood and the care evident from its finish told Derek it was a well-loved instrument.
Mistresses Niamh and Julie took their slave's arms and walked him to the wall beside the instrument. "These are some of the implements we can use to beat you," Julie said. Niamh added, "Each provides a different kind of pain and leaves a different mark. I have been told that an experienced whipmaster can use a series of instruments and bring out a symphony of cries from his target."
They showed him several whips, single-, double-, and multiple-tailed, of differing lengths and thicknesses. There were also different straps, some of leather and some of rubber, which Julie explained left larger and, sometimes, permanent marks. A tall canister contained several canes soaking in brine, which, Niamh explained, made them more supple and heavier, so that a caning was an experience to remember.
Julie finished the tour of the wall by selecting an instrument with many "falls," as she called them. "This is a flogger. The general plan is to have many falls so that even a light blow delivers a definite sting and thud. The leather may be thinner, as in this instrument which has falls of deer leather, or heavier, as with elk or cattle falls. Some prefer a wider fall, which has more thud, but this instrument has a more standard width, which tends to give more of a sting. Some floggers have a few as a dozen falls, but I've seen some with 40 falls. This one has 24 falls. We've selected this one because it is nicely balanced, which makes it easier for the Mistress to use, and it produces a nice balance of sting and thud."
Derek's insides were churning by the time his Mistresses finished their "educational séance." He supposed part of it was simple intimidation, and he wasn't currently interested in whatever else was going on. He wondered if his own slaves ever got to this "Let's get it over with" state. If his Mistresses had not been holding him, he thought he'd just run up and mount the saltire.
Finally, his Mistresses did lead him to the instrument. He assumed he'd climb aboard with his back facing into the room, but they turned him around and backed him onto the saltire.
The four Mistresses cooperated on fixing their slave to the saltire, each working with one extremity. In addition to the wristlet and anklet tie-points, he had a wide belt around his waist attached to the crossing point of the device.
Julie picked up the educational discussion. "The saltire is also known as the St. Andrew's Cross. When St. Andrew was to be crucified, he pleaded that it not be on the same type cross as his Savior, because he wasn't as worthy as his Savior. The adjustment still led to his execution.
"The proper procedure for a slave being whipped or flogged is for the slave to count each stroke, express thanks to his Mistress, and request another stroke from his Mistress. However, we would like to keep your bit gag in place. It will save you from saying some humiliating things, we have found. So, one of the other Mistresses will count, thank, and request for you. You should remember to thank her later. And, of course, there will be a later. Despite how you feel or think during your flogging, there will always be a 'later.'"
Derek had just a moment to consider what he was feeling and thinking at this point. He was a bit angry that he was going to be flogged; he hadn't really done anything so bad, had he? He was a bit humiliated to be exposed so completely to other men of his social class. He was even more humiliated that it was slaves who were doing this to him. Still, he had been considering his request to the Empress for some time, and this seemed like a convenient time to put it into action. He realized that he had learned much more in the past minutes than he could have gained from some books or an internet search.
On balance? On balance, he didn't want to be where he was, but he was satisfied to be where he was. Crazy? *Well, that's life.*
The Mistresses, all slaves themselves, had known that he'd come to this state of knowledge because each of them had followed more or less the same path. The loss of personal control was the most difficult lesson for each of them to learn. The different protocols from different slave corridors or different training schools were not really all that different. The Master or Mistress commanded and the slave performed according to the standards to which they had been trained. Each of them felt fortunate to be at The Enterprises now. Some had heard tales from other slaves that didn't bear repeating. Some Owners were cruel; many were uncaring or unthinking. The Enterprises was definitely a better place to be.
Even Dagmar, who had been a slave for less than a month, understood this. She wasn't sure about all her Masters and trainers, but she was sure about Julie. Whatever that one would ask, Dagmar would move heaven and earth to accomplish.
And so, it was with some pride that Dagmar had accepted the job of counting for any flogging or whipping that Act Three would entail. She took her position just to the side of the saltire and waited for Julie to begin.
Julie had no illusions about this flogging. Derek was going to hurt, but she knew that hurts heal. Whatever he had wanted to learn from this *Introduction to Slavery*, she hoped she had taught. She hoped her Master and the Empress were satisfied with her performance of this assignment, but she was satisfied she had done as much planning ahead of time, and as much thinking during this Act Three, as possible. As with any slave performance, her Master would tell her what she needed to know when she needed to know it.
She raised her arm and the flogger jumped forward, striking her target: the slave's left thigh.
"One," counted Dagmar. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
A slight adjustment and the flogger flew forward, marking the right thigh. "Two. Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
Then, it was the right shoulder, followed by the left shoulder. She was careful not to mark the neck. These welts would not be mistaken for the "hickeys' of her teen years.
She had considered whether to continue the targets in a predictable pattern. That preparation might have been easier for Derek to take, but the Empress had emphasized the young man's focus on "reality." She compromised by going in the reverse order for the next cycle of strikes.
During the third cycle, Julie realized that Derek wasn't cringing or crying or moaning. He was taking each stroke as if it was a badge of courage. The Laws of Slavery flashed in her mind: *A slave never wins.* It was important for Derek, while a slave, to realize this. He had thrown down a gage of battle; her Masters and the Empress were relying on her to pick it up — successfully.
She didn't increase the force of her blows, or speed up the rhythm of the flogging. She began to seek out targets in a random order, removing Derek's advantage in preparing for a strike. She glanced at Niamh and was certain that Niamh had picked up the same challenge. A barely perceptible pair of nods confirmed her intent. A line from an old NASA moonflight came to her: *Failure is not an option.*
She knew that time was on her side. Even if she made no adjustments, eventually the weight of all the strokes would break Derek's resolve. We all have limits, she knew. But, she didn't want this to go on endlessly.
It was a strike on his left breast, right on the nipple, that drew the first sound from the slave. Julie put the next strike on a thigh, and there was no reaction. She went back to the right breast, again targeting the nipple, and drew another sound. They weren't screams or cries, but that was the strategic area.
Slowly, with an occasional blow elsewhere, Julie painted Derek's body from his nipples downward. There were a few blows directly to his navel, usually a sensitive spot, which rewarded her with twitches and more sounds.
As she passed to his lower abdomen, she thought the slave couldn't fail to realize her ultimate target: his prick and balls. A shot to the shoulder elicited a cry; Derek had been fooled by the random target, but he clearly knew her plan. The battle continued, with Dagmar announcing the count, thanking the Mistress, and requesting another.
Julie wondered if any of the men understood the battle going on. A quick look at them showed a smile or two but intense concentration on each of their faces. Yes, these men knew. And they were on her side. Derek might be their business partner tomorrow, but tonight he was just a slave.
The march toward his prick continued, with Derek's responses becoming louder and longer. It was not yet the hopeless surrender that Julie required. She detoured around his package to stripe his upper thighs and thought she saw a bit of sag in his posture.
She wanted it to be over. It had to be done; there was no other possibility. Still, she had admiration for a "worthy opponent." She let fly the first blow to his prick, and heard the cry she had been waiting for. A handwave to Dagmar cut off her announcement with just the count.
As they had prepared, the four Mistresses worked to free the student-slave from the saltire. Julie and Niamh worked the bit gag out of his mouth as the others unbuckled the wristlets and anklets. Finally, Dagmar embraced him, whispering that he should follow her to the showers.
When Derek was gone, the three men surrounded Julie, smiling and offering thanks and congratulations. One said, "I didn't expect he'd be so tough, he's only just past being a kid. But you did exactly what I'd expect you to do. It was beautiful. I suspect you've got some cameras around, and I'm sure he'll treasure this hour or so for a long time."
There was a lot of milling around, with the men inspecting all the devices the girls had used and asking questions about the girls' feelings, especially during the last battle. Thankfully, none of the slaves said anything discourteous or stupid. Julie wondered why the men, all with empires of their own, were not just making their way out. After the emotions of the battle, Julie wasn't sure a fundraising appeal was the best idea to close out the evening.
The appearance of a fully-dressed Derek explained the milling about. As one, the men and the slaves applauded the young man who had the courage to ask a question, make a request, and then follow through so completely.
Derek came up to Julie, who was not sure she could face the man. She was about to drop into Position One when he took her jaw in a gentle hand and kissed her.
"Julie, I think I know how hard this was for you. It is probably the hardest assignment Martin has had for you. You managed the last battle with care and insight. You reflect great credit on your Owner and trainers, and I'll be sure to tell them and the Empress just that."
Julie felt the tears rising, but she managed to keep her voice strong as she said, "Thank you, Sir. Your words mean a great deal to this slave. I will always remember you, Sir."
Turning to the other men, Derek grinned and announced. "I've had the best night tonight. Now, you know this was supposed to be a fundraiser for the Empress' favorite institution, the Opera. I've heard a bit of the plans and I think it's a great idea. My family and I will donate a quarter-million dollars — that's US dollars —toward the project, and I'd like each of you to join me."
Niamh jumped on Julie, embracing her friend and teacher. "That ought to satisfy our Owner!"
"And the Empress, too," added Julie.
The men accompanied Derek down the gangplank and to the parking area where their cars were waiting. The waves and handshakes were testimony to a successful business event.
Pat, Anne, and a Security crew swept into the room and added their congratulations. Even the Captain of the yacht, who had hardly any responsibilities in the evening after the dinner buffet was set up, came in and delivered a kiss to each of the slaves. "Anytime you get a day off, just come visit us," he announced to a round of applause.
As if slaves get a day off.
The Security crew put each of the slaves into Transport Mode and, in a few minutes, cars and vans from The Enterprises had these actors and their troupe moving back to The Enterprises' headquarters.
*Authors' Note: The Men's Party is over. How do you, Dear Readers, think Julie and our other slaves have done? Will her performance be satisfactory for the Empress to allow Julie to become Martin's First Lady? What else will be disclosed during the inevitable debriefing? Your opinions and suggestions, as usual, will be welcome!*
*J Spe and Taliesin1*
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Thermal Expansion By Swishy Raccoon (Robert Frye)
Getting this trip together to hang out with his best friend was the best idea the raccoon ever had he thought as he merrily strode along the sidewalk to his buddy's house. For years, Byron had had a crush on his best friend, a red fox named Edward, but he couldn't get around to telling him that not only was he gay, but that he also was in love with him and this trip was his plan to break the ice.
He rang the doorbell and a few moments later Edward's mother came to the door; a cute vixen with blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She smiled, "Come on in Byron, Edward is just getting his gear together. He'll be down in a bit." The ringtail thanked her and came inside, sitting on the couch. "I hope you boys don't get into trouble. It's pretty cold up in the mountains this time of year." Edward's mother said, sitting in her easy chair, picking up her crochet set.
It was February and neither of them had ever been snow camping or skiing so the plan was to rough it in the snowy peaked caps of the mountains around, and possibly try some skiing, though secretly they weren't going to be near any resorts; they just wanted to camp where no one would spoil their fun. "Don't worry Mrs. Raposa, I'll be extra careful and I always come prepared. I was a cub scout, remember?" Byron said with a grin as Edward came down stairs, his things in a neat bundle on his back.
After they said their goodbyes to Ed's mom, they loaded up Byron's car and set off to their destination. It was a fun, if uneventful drive up the mountains. About the only thing they had to stop for besides lunch and gas was to put the chains on the tires, which being the first time doing so wasn't exactly easy, but they made the best of it, lobbing snowballs at each other and giggling as they worked.
It was getting late in the afternoon and would be dark in about an hour when they finally hiked up to a good place to set up camp. "I only have a two man tent, I hope you don't mind," Byron said; a part of his ulterior motive to be closer to his best friend and crush. Edward smiled and shrugged, "S'ok, it's better than nothing at all. I don't even own a tent." The quickly set up the tent and got a fire going to cook some of the pre-packaged food they brought with them. The night went on with roasting of s'mores, telling of ghost stories and of course a little smoking from the bong Byron packed with him before putting the fire out and nestling into their sleeping bags and going to bed.
"Good night, Ed."
"Night, B."
"Hey, Edward? Um... I have something I want to tell you..."
"Yeah?"
"Er well... Uh... Never mind... I'll tell you in the morning."
"Whatever, B. Night."
Edward fell asleep almost immediately; his back turned towards his friend. Byron on the other hand chided himself silently, cursing himself for being so nervous and not telling his friend whom he knew would understand, even if he didn't feel the same way. Eventually he cried himself to sleep, and swore to tell him tomorrow after they did some hiking.
Morning came and Byron made breakfast, neither one finding the powdered eggs to be all that appetizing and instead filled up on bacon and sausage. They put the fire out and made sure no trace of it was left, just in case an official found it and them; they weren't in a camping area, nor were fires permitted on park grounds. They then packed up the tent and got their packs on and set off hiking, exploring the mountains unrestricted by someone else's rules.
Everything was going great until they found a large frozen lake which their hike had them planned to cross.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Edward said, testing the solid water with a footpaw.
"It should be. The ice this time of the year is thick enough to skate on." Byron said, stepping onto the frozen lake, turning back to his companion. "See. It's fine, come on."
"Alright..." Edward said, stepping out onto the lake, following Byron's lead.
Byron was actually a bit worried because the map he had of the area didn't have a lake marked here, and it was pretty big; at least a few miles across to his estimation. He was a fearless leader though and didn't want to worry Ed. Eventually his own worrying was forgotten when he caught sight of trees ahead, and laughed.
"I'll race ya to the shore!" He exclaimed and began running as quick as he could; the snow fall on the ice making it hard as it is without slipping all over on the slick surface.
"Wait up!" Edward shouted, picking up his pace to follow the 'coon. Suddenly his heart stopped. Byron just disappeared before his eyes and all he heard was a yelp followed by a faint splash. The ice had thinned out and his friend had fallen through!
"BYRON!" He shouted, running to where his friend fell in. He carefully tiptoed on the ice so as he wouldn't fall in as well and crawled to the hole that Byron had made, peering into the not-so-clear blue water. He couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly he heard a faint tapping a few feet over and scrambled over to see what it was; brushing the snow off the ice. He saw Byron beneath him, pounding the ice in vain trying to break through.
"I'll get you out, B! Hold on!" He screamed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He threw his pack off and quickly tried to remember where his hatchet was but couldn't even open the zipper and he looked back at Byron, his pounding slowing. "Fuck it!" He shouted and began punching the ice with all his might. He pounded again and again, hearing the ice crack beneath his paws while it was being stained by blood from the sharp splinters cutting his knuckles. With one final slap he broke through and grabbed the freezing wet raccoon from the water and grabbed his back pack and sprinted quickly by cautiously to the shore, building a fire with the emergency stuff Byron had given him in case it rained. He hurriedly started the fire and set up the tent, which thankfully was on his pack and stripped the shivering young man pulling him inside. "Come on... warm up..." He said as he pulled his sleeping bag over the still moist raccoon. The water in his fur wasn't helping at all but Edward remembered something he saw on TV once about thermal transference. "Don't hate me for this B, it's for your own good..." The fox said, stripping from his clothes and getting into the sleeping bag with his frozen friend, holding him close and rubbing him for extra warmth from the friction.
Soon, Byron stopped shivering but was still unconscious and Edward hoped he was alright and checked his breath, sighing with relief when he heard him breathing normally. "Thank God..." He said, his arm draped over the black and grey form in the bag with him. He thought about getting out and putting his clothes on, but the excitement from before had fatigued him and he soon fell asleep, spooning with his friend.
As he slept he dreamed about the events but soon his mind started wandering towards other fantasies. "Mmm... that feels good..." he heard in his dream. Or was it? He slowly awoke and felt a furry rump pressing against his waist, and his now erect fox cock. Forgetting about where he was he pulled the sleeping raccoon closer and myrred as Byron grinded against him. "You're pretty frisky baby..." Ed murmured in Byron's ear. Byron moaned back, "Fuck me Ed..." having dreams of his own, and Edward came to his senses, remembering what was going on. He froze for a moment and then felt Byron press his ass against his throbbing hard on, the hot tailhole of his friend exciting him even more as a drop of pre leaked from the head and coated the orifice. At first he was scared, then confused, but he smiled finally seeing his friend in a new light. He had always though the 'coon was cute, even for a guy. He thought himself bi but never really experienced anything with another male before and this got him thinking.
"I'll fuck you, B. Consider it repaying me for saving your life." The vulpine whispered in Byron's ear, causing the sleeping raccoon to moan again and smile. Ed kissed Byron on the cheek and reached a paw to his loins, positioning his prick at Byron's winking entrance and slowly pushed himself inside, gasping from the intense pleasure of heat and tight grip his friend's ass had. Slowly he pushed all his length inside and held it there, the raccoon myrring loudly.
He began to pull out and then thrust inside again, working up a rhythm of slowly fucking Byron's cute butt, his pre cum lubricating the hole as he thrust in and out of the raccoon. Edward lost himself inside his friend, gaining speed and power, and without even thinking he reached a paw around and found Byron's erect cock, leaking its own lube and began to stroke him in time to screwing that wonderful pink pucker. Byron moaned and myrred, finally feeling his friend inside him as he pretended to sleep. He waited so long for this moment and the feeling of intense pleasure of that hot fox cock inside him, with the knot popping in and out of his hole, Ed's balls slapping against his ass as well as the paw on his cock coupled with knowing his was being taken by the one person he loved for so long caused him to orgasm, shooting his cum against the sleeping bag and Ed's paw.
The smell wafted up to Ed's nose and with one final thrust, he impaled the raccoon, tying with him as his knot swelled, filling Byron completely before he shot load after load of cum deep inside the bowels of his best friend, and now lover. "Mmm," the fox myrred, "I love you..." He smiled "I love you too, Edward." Byron reciprocated, reaching an arm back to scritch the fox's side. "That was the reason I planned this trip... To finally tell you how I feel." Edward smiled, deep down always having a similar feeling for Byron but never accepting it until now. "Hey, you're supposed to be asleep... Naughty 'coon. Don't ever scare me like that again, huh?" He said, resting his head on Byron's shoulder, kissing the 'coon's neck.
"I won't love... But even if something happens, you'll be there to save me." Byron smiled and hugged the fox with his tail. "Let's get some sleep though... It's already late and we have more hiking to do in the morning."
Edward laughed and kissed Byron again, "Even after facing near death, you still want to continue our trip? I guess that's why I've been your friend for so long; nothing phases you."
They both laughed and kissed each other, still tied together in a bond of love and fell asleep with dreams of the next day's adventure before them. The End
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Thermal Expansion by Robb Frye
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Text: "So...who's this friend of yours?"
Cathy squeezed Claire's hand gently as the couple walked down the greater part of London's downtown areas. The two hit it off quite well, and much to both of the girl's amazement, Catherine had enjoyed the pneumatic experience Claire visited upon her. Now matters turned more to business, and the two were off to visit one of Claire's friends to help increase the woman's ability to inflate women.
"Her name is Sydnie...she heard about what I've been doing, and she said she could help. I knew she was a bit odd the day I met her, but this is news to me too..."
Claire answered as they approached a rather fanciful appearing apartment complex and strolled in the main doors.
"She lives in the basement level I believe...rather nice here don't you think?"
Claire held fast onto Cathy's hand as her lover nodded. A quick trip down a flight of stairs and the duo found themselves in front of a door without a peephole even.
"Sydnie! It's me, Claire!"
The brunette called out as she rang the buzzer, the sound of metal clattering to the ground and glass shattered heard afterwards, and shortly a a tall brown-haired woman wearing a bandanna answered them.
"Oh! You're early...come in."
Sydnie ushered them inside. Catherine's eyes widened as she took in the sights of the woman's flat. Scrap metal, glass and...rock candy?
"Oh my god, I need to have my sweets today!"
Cathy blurted out and snatched an oddly glowing crystal from what she imagined was the kitchen counter and munched it down, amidst Sydnie's protest and Claire's cautionary advice.
"Yuck...that candy was sickeningly sweet...what do you mean that wasn't candy? What...*BOING-BOING!* *BWOOMPH!* YAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
Cathy's face turned red instantly as she placed her hands on her cheeks and screamed. Her breasts had instantly swollen up and destroyed her bra, taking her blouse with it. In addition, much to Claire's delight, her sizable posterior had blown the back of her pants out with the same gusto as her chest.
"I tried tellin' ya! These are the crystals I was telling you about Claire...she'll be like that for a while at least...a day or two minimum. Eating them reduces the effects size, but saturates the body with the magic in em'...luckily that was near depleted crystal or you'd be carrying her home on a string!"
Sydnie explained to Claire, the two carrying on their own conversation as Catherine explored her new assets, her hands rooming around her small-beach ball sized breasts and her rather lovely bottom. Sydnie walked over to what appeared to be her work table and pulled out a ray gun that made Claire think it came straight out of an old sci-fi film.
"This is my inflation-ray pistol...I can set it to affect certain body parts...or set it to turn them into a full balloon! See..."
Sydnie continued to explain her gadget as she loaded a glowing crystal into it. She aimed at Claire playfully, the woman throwing her hands up in joking surrender before the gun fired, hitting Claire right in the tits.
"Oooof! You...didn't just shoot that thing at me, did you?!"
Claire explained, and she received her answer shortly, but not from the giggling Sydnie. An audible hiss began in her bosom, the woman frantically unhooking her bra and panicking slightly. She had never experienced inflation in her own body before, and thoughts about how it would feel like and all sorts of slightly more perverse thoughts filled her mind as the magically generated helium filled her boobs. They stretched and expanded, rising up under her shirt and giving it the appearance of two mountains rising up.
"Damn...I should have taken the shirt off too...Urgh!"
Claire exclaimed in and increasingly high pitched voice as the barely contained globes pushed up under her chin, and then up into her face shortly, A lengthy ripping noise began within a few moments as the shirt began to tear right at the line between the two helium-hooters.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me! You better make sure I don't float off now!"
Claire once again yelled at her friend who was too occupied with rolling around on the floor giggling wildly to notice the other woman taking a boob-lead trip to the ceiling. Claire was soon left with the two tattered halves of her shirt on each arm, her tits simply enormous, easily the size of two huge beach balls before the hissing subsided.
"Okay...okay...*snort* Hahahaha!...I'm fine now...look at you! I'll reverse it...just give me a second..."
Sydnie continued to burst into laughter as Claire kicking her legs and trying to wrap her arms around her gargantuan fleshy-globes in an attempt to cover her exposed nipples. Sydnie fumbled with the dial to set it to reverse when another fit of giggling gripped her...and she lost her grip on the gun. The device fell to the floor and discharged, the laser bouncing and pinging across the room off of any metal surface. Claire narrowly avoided the blast by lifting her leg, and the ray whizzed past Catherine's head before hitting Sydnie square in her ass, the woman jumping up with a yelp.
"This isn't going to be good..."
Sydnie said, Claire now cackling at her in reprisal. As the woman predicted, her bottom began to squeak and hiss as it started to swell up and inflate. Sydnie made an attempt to slide her shorts off but it was too little...too big, rather, too late. Her buttocks expanded like to oddly shaped orbs competing for space within her tiny shorts, and destroyed the garment utterly within mere seconds. She made a half hearted swipe as a bar on a wall as she felt herself being lifted up by her behind, missing by mere centimeters, her bottom hitting the ceiling with a bouncy whump sound. Within minutes, Sydnie's posterior equaled Claire's tits in size and buoyancy, Claire laughing as Sydnie crossed her arms and huffed, just a little annoyed.
"Great...we'll be like this for at least half an hour! Your friend over there is too busy feeling herself up to help...your tits block your view for the most part, and I'm pretty sure by ASS has it's own gravity field now!"
Sydnie screamed at Claire who just laughed at her.
"It's what you deserve! You ripped one of my favorite shirts!"
Claire retorted, the two exchanging half-assed...or in the case of Sydnie, full-assed exchanges of childish insults and playful remarks before a soft, high pitched hissing began to escape from Claire's nipples. She began to giggle uncontrollably and blush much the same as the air flow tickled her and aroused her at the same time.
"Oh no...if...the helium is escaping from her nipples...then that means it's gonna escape from my-*SQUEAK* *Pssssshhhrrrrrrrrrt"
Sydnie's face became one of annoyance and humiliation. Her bottom issued forth a noise reminiscent of a toy-balloon having it's end pinched and slowly released in order to deflate it. Her ass cheeks slowly reduced in size, Claire absolutely losing it. She was laughing so hard that she had started gasping for air, clinging to a table top to avoid rolling around after her tits had returned to their...relatively normal size. Sydnie's bottom finished deflating for the most part, her face pure red in embarassment.
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
Sydnie snapped at Claire, the giggling maniac pointing at the annoyed woman.
"Oh, gee...I don't know! You deflated by farting and it sounded like a carnival balloon that had been let go without being tied off! Hahahahahaha!"
Claire threw her head back in laughter, Sydnie crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes, looking down right irritated. The pants less woman huffed angrily as Claire simply rolled around laughing at her expense, Sydnie getting a sinister idea. She walked over to Catherine and leaned into the moaning girl's ear.
"Hey...stop touching yourself for a second!"
Sydnie whispered and grabbed Catherine's hands to stop them from moving. Sydnie whispered into the woman's ear, Cathy's eyes lighting up with the occasional giggle heard. Claire propped herself up on her elbows and tried listening, but could glean nothing from their hushed discussion. Cathy nodded, and with that both women turned to Claire with sinister grins on their faces.
"gulp*...Why are you two staring at me like that?...H-hey! Stay away from me!"
Claire shrieked a little as Sydnie procured some rope, a ball-gag and a blind fold, Cathy dashing over and deftly restraining Claire even with her expanded assets.
"C-catherine! Let me go! Don't let her-MRMPHGRRRMH!"
Claire's protests were cut short as the ball-gag was placed around her head and shoved into her mouth. Sydnie swiftly bound the woman's ankles and wrists together, Catherine letting her go and watching her friendly writhe on the ground, muffled swears escaping the furious woman's mouth.
"Shut up! You're gonna be my guinea pig...I've been dying to try this crystal out for a long time now! We need to...relocate you first..."
Sydnie yelled at Claire, the bound woman shirking back and whimpering a little. Sydnie disappeared for a moment and returned from her bedroom in a new pair of shorts. "You know that clearing just outside of town...that nice forested one...take her there! I'll get everything else we need..." Sydnie ordered Catherine, who despite her exposed breasts and buttocks, hoisted Catherine over her shoulder slowly and began the short trek to the clearing in question, Sydnie staying behind and pulling out a rather large and pink glowing crystal.
"She better put me down! I don't know what sort of perverse idea they have, but I'm not gonna stick around to find out..."
Claire thought, squirming rapidly in an attempt to make Catherine drop her. The only result, however, was a powerful smack on her bottom cause the woman to jolt and whimper. Cathy reached the clearing and set Claire down gently on the soft grass, looking around and waiting for Sydnie for a half hour before the more technologically advanced women of the trio appeared riding what looked like a hover dolly. She had a rifle with a crystal slot strapped to her back, and on the dolly sat what appeared to be a basket like those used with hot air balloons. Claire noticed that basket first and foremost...
"...I've got a bad feeling about this...a REALLY bad feeling!"
Claire yelled in her mind, Sydnie humming a little as she loaded the strange crystal from before into the large blaster.
"Okay, Cathy! You see these ropes in the basket...when she starts floating start tying on to each of her wrists and ankles...you may experience bloating, light headedness...and GAS Claire! Lots of GAS!"
Sydnie growled as she aimed the blaster at Claire, the woman trying to squirm away like a worm before the sound of the beam firing and something very warm and pleasant nailing her right in the butt.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK! They're...oh...my...Mmmmm~"
Claire's mind trailed off as the warm sensation took over her body, a rather pleasant tingling feeling accompanying it. Catherine's eyes went wide and she watched her love interest seemingly begin to puff up evenly all over. Claire's tongue hung out a little as she panted, gasping a little as her inflating body pulled her pants and undies tightly against her sensitive flesh. Sydnie walked over and cut the woman's wrist and ankle ties, stepping back and taking notes as this was an experimental crystal type. Claire felt strange. The sensations spreading across her body were...pleasing to her. Her breasts began to swell up beneath her, raising her head up on her very own airy pillows.
"Is...this what the girls I turn into balloons...feel? It feels nice...really nice~..."
Claire thighs and legs began to puff up hugely, her straining pants finally losing the battle with her expanding butt cheeks as they tore through the back of her clothing eliciting laughs and giggles from the two spectators. Claire's belly gurgled and began hissing, the once flat and tone gut swelling up as if going through the stages of pregnancy and beyond. Her arms began to bloat slowly as her once limp limbs began to blow up like fresh balloons, slowly rising up and forced rigid and immobile. Her arms were forced to the side...and she began to lift off.
"Now Cathy! Tie her down to the basket now...she's gonna get MUCH bigger..."
Sydnie instructed her willing assistant, Catherine snatching Claire just before she was out of reach and tying each of the four ropes to each one of Claire's ankles and wrists and there she floated as the hissing intensified. The last remnants of her clothing fell into the basket below her in tatters as her belly approached a ridiculously comical size. Claire moaned softly much to her audience's surprise...and delight, Cathy walking over and stroking her lovers bloated bottom.
"It'll be alright...she said it wasn't permanent or anything...you look so beautiful..."
Catherine whispered in Claire's ear, her lover-balloon nodding slowly as her arms and legs began to absorb into her spherical belly, her nipples popping out and her buttocks rubbing and squeaking as they swelled and competed for what little space there was between them. Sydnie smirked a little and removed an object from her pocket, walking behind Claire and shoving a sphere into the woman's bottom.
"When we're flying...this remote control and that little ball and shoved up your butt will let me regulate the gas in you if we need to altitude...or need to land...it might be a little uncomfortable, but eh! It's not my butt..."
Sydnie giggled mockingly, but Claire did not seem to mind. Her mind was filled with erotic bliss as her arms and legs disappeared, leaving her her hands and feet barely jutting out with their puffy fingers and toes. She continued to expand however, her cheeks puffing up comically. Ten feet in diameter...fifteen...twenty feet...
"Oh...god...I need to fart this air out...but...I can't!...It feels so...comfortable...being this big..."
Claire thought as her the loud hiss slowed and finally ceased when she had reached thirty-four feet in diameter...a hundred and twelve feet around! She was as big as an actual passenger balloon, Sydnie helping Catherine into the basket before climbing in herself, holding a knife to cut the anchor line. Claire was a perfect sphere, save for the barely noticeable hands and feet sticking out, her globular tits and her head.
"Let's give the remove a test..."
Sydnie spoke and pressed one of the buttons on the device, eliciting a squeaky poot from the balloon above them, except much louder than Sydnie's own gassy outbursts from before. The woman almost fell out of the basket it laughter, composing herself before cutting the line. They gradually began to lift off, Claire having a rather pleasant view of the country side from her higher eye-line.
"It's...working! I don't believe it! This could simplify travel some day! Don't worry Claire..."
Sydnie comforted her friend as they began to float higher and higher. They could see over the London skyline...and what a sight it was. Night had begun to settle in and the cloudy horizon shared hues of dark red as the sun began to sink.
"Since you've helped me with this...I'll supply you with all the crystals you need after we get back home...but for now, let's enjoy the flight!"
Sydnie reached up and rubbed the woman's belly above her, Catherine giving the fleshy globe a soft kiss. Claire didn't mind. The view was nice, and the ballooned feeling was very pleasing to her. She did not care how long they desired to fly around as the balloon and her passengers floated off into the darkening sky. All she knew...was that she loved it.
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*NOTE: For the month of October my wife and I exchanged our home in New Zealand with a couple living on Long Island, New York. This tale arose from that visit; I scribbled down the opening when sitting in the art gallery herein named. Enjoy. – Author.*
An autumn chill in the breeze under overcast skies persuaded Merrick to choose an indoor activity on his second day in New York. Unaware he was deciding his fate for years hence he decided to visit a gallery.
Checking his notebook in the closing minutes of his train trip in from Bellmore on Long Island, Merrick turned up a recommendation from a business associate back in Auckland: "Frick Collection for Old Masters and glorious Garden Court – worth lingering."
Normally one doesn't expect a romantic interlude in real time to arise from a viewing of a private collector's magnificent 40-year collection of 14th to 19th century art. Certainly nothing was further from Merrick's mind at his introduction to the work of the French rococo painter Boucher and Veronese and a reintroduction to the enduring artistry of El Greco, Goya, Gainsborough and Rembrandt from his travels to the Old World. Indeed, in the South Hall where he was lost in his own little world of visual concentration on a work by Vermeer - a 17th century Dutch master whom he was familiar only through the film, 'Girl with a Pearl Earring' - he stepped back to lengthen the perspective and so began an extraordinary adventure.
"Ouch!" yelped the victim of the heel of his new leather boot as it met resistance.
Good God, I've stepped on someone, Merrick rued. But it was worse than that.
The thrust of his tan cowboy boot anchored to a 168-pound frame had hit and slid down the leg of a woman standing behind him, tearing her stocking and gouging before being deflected by her ankle to thump on the hard-surfaced floor.
The woman reached out for support.
Merrick grasped that outstretched hand and swung his left-hand around her waist as she fell. Gently he lowered her to a sitting position.
In and instant he'd pulled out his handkerchief - fortunately a folded and unused one - and dabbed away the blood before the first of two gallery attendants arrived at a run. He still had not offered an apology.
"Go," hissed the woman. "Go!"
The urgency in the victim's voice persuaded the foreigner to slip through the small gathering of people. He'd assumed she wanted him to vanish for good reason, whatever that was. Aware that Americans litigate at the drop of a hat, he assumed that the woman was generously removing him from that expensive equation.
Thereafter Merrick was unable to concentrate on the paintings and other artwork, so sat in the garden court with its marble floor, fountain and pools – an area that originally had been a drive-in for horse-drawn carriages.
The woman: was there some deeper reason for her hurrying him away? The incident and minor injury in the hands of a good attorney could have been worth $20,000 probably very much more to her.
Who was she?
Scrunching his face, Merrick tried to reconstruct her appearance: Blonde hair - short blonde hair, exquisite sunglasses probably Italian, very red lips, a black-knit poncho over her shoulders and beneath that a red - possibly a red-patterned shirt, a short black skirt and a black stockings now one torn - Merrick was very sure about that – though he remembered seeing only one leg, a rather shapely leg encased on a black shoe with a silver buckle. Presumably it was one of a pair.
A spy, or a more likely an under-cover cop? That would explain why she'd shooed him away.
What was her name? She looked like a Susan or perhaps a Marlene.
Bullshit!
He had no idea whether she was white, brown, hazel or yellow or was pretty or a hag. Wait a minute - she was pretty. Although the face was twisted in pain the lips were full and the skin appeared unblemished.
Ah-ha, Merrick thought. He knew virtually everything about this woman but her name. Then his head sunk as he realised he was bending the truth again.
Was she fat, thin or middling? He had no idea.
Her age would be?
Was she right or left handed?
Presumably when she hissed 'Go!' that meant English was her first language unless she was smart enough to recognise him as English-speaking by his sympathetic appearance, thus switching from Egyptian, Spanish, Russian or Mandarin to bid him in English to depart pronto.
This fulln and flawed speculation about this unknown woman left Merrick feeling a little aggrieved. In forty-nine hours in New York she'd been the only person with whom he'd been in contact who had not been a taxi driver, hotel clerk, bellboy, room maid, waitress or store assistant and he'd let the chance of meaningful contact with a bone-fide New Yorker - assuming she was one - slip away without her conversation in shorthand drawing a reply from him.
Merrick Jamieson chastised himself: what absolute crap you let run through your mind at times. Encounters of the meaningful kind don't happen to the likes of you in a place as impersonal as New York.
At that a curly-haired tot clutching a doll came up to Merrick and said shyly, "Hullo. I'm Kate."
Frantically Merrick tried to form a suitable reply but before he could utter that response the mom pulled the child away, glaring at Merrick.
"It's not your day for memorable encounters with the opposite sex, is it?"
Huh?
The seated Merrick turned slightly to his left and looked straight into a midriff covered partly by a red patterned shirt and black skirt over a flat belly. He knew it was ungentlemanly to make such an assessment, but there it was. Up went his gaze climbing over a well formed bust, over a strong chin line devoid of hanging flab and across red lips showing a slash of teeth. By now he realized this woman was the victim of his cowboy boot.
The face was tanned, the blonde hair was cut short with curly ends and the eyes viewed from his low vantage point were smiling in tune with the lips but their colouring remained uncertain him. Merrick, being a photographer, placed great importance on the shape, colour and expression of a person's eyes at any given moment.
He jumped to his feet.
Christ, she was as tall as he was - sixne!
"Oh, how wonderful to see you again, giving me the chance to apologize. I was such a clumsy fool to step back without looking.
"I was ..."
"Hush. A simple apology is quite sufficient. Thank you for that I just wanted to say thank you for catching me. I could have had a nasty fall. Would you have coffee with me?"
"Yes, yes. I welcome that. I am very new in New York and was hoping to converse with locals."
"You have rather a dramatic way of effecting introductions."
"Oh no, I ..."
Merrick was stopped by the stunning smile below trendy sun glasses. God, she was absolutely beautiful!
Aware of her intent gaze he refrained from checking out her body but already the signals were that it was A-OK. How on earth had he managed to get a Dream Girl as his first real social contact in a city the size of New York? He refrained from mouthing a one-line prayer of thanks.
"Well, I shall lead the way but before doing so we introduce ourselves. I'm Kirsty, Kirsty Fallon."
"Hello, Kirsty. I am Merrick Jamieson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My word, how gallant you are. Are you English?"
"No."
"Australian?"
"No, but very close."
"My God, a New Zealander! I've always wanted to meet a New Zealander. My parents were stationed there for two years - daddy was in oil. I have this interest because my mother believed that I was conceived in your city of Wellington during their last two weeks of every-night-a-party or a formal dinner before they left your country. She recalls daddy was the randiest he'd ever been."
"How remarkable; so had your father's appointment been for a further year you would have been born a Kiwi?"
"Excuse me?"
"Born a New Zealander - we call ourselves Kiwis after the name of our unique native bird."
"Oh, really? Well, I guess instead I became a Bald Eagle?"
They both laughed, and the warmth of Merrick's laughter and the openness of his face - as Kirsty would tell him later - was the reason why as they came out of the Frick Mansion on East 70th Street, that she hailed a taxi. The intention had been to walk to a pleasant location for coffee. Instead they went to an address in East 102 Street.
"We shall go to where I live to have that coffee - I do not feel my usual immaculate self walking along sidewalks with a damaged stocking and tape over my wound."
"That I can understand," Merrick said, sucking in breath to avoid an apologetic replay. He turned to her, confident that his sympathetic smile would not be wasted.
At that Kirsty revealed a curiosity.
"Do you have a family connection with New York?"
"Yes. Is that a perceptive question or a shot in the dark or simply making conversation?"
"Oh my, now which one of those shall I select to create the impression that I am a New York sophisticate? I believe perceptiveness has an intelligent ring. The link I have is your name, Merrick. We have a place on Long Island of that name."
Merrick was impressed, and said so.
"What a boyish thing to say - New York men would not think to compliment a stranger on her intelligence."
"Well, are you a stranger? After all, you're carrying my brand mark?"
At that they both wordlessly watching the cab driver, waiting for the traffic lights to change, look at them curiously in his interior mirror.
Traffic moved forward again.
"My mother was born on Long Island," Merrick explained. She went to New Zealand with her family when she was sixteen, absolutely devastated, believing that her life was over - her prime years at high school being taken from her.
"Incredibly for her it was like a cygnet changing into a swan. Instead of being a runf-the-mill student in a big American high school she became the most glamorous, vivacious and popular student in her Auckland girls' college, so she recalls, and, as they now say, really found her grove. She became head girl of that college and met my father who was deputy head boy at the neighbouring college. They went through university together and became teachers and later married and had four children, I being the first-born."
Kirsty remained puzzled.
"That's a lovely little story, but I'm still awaiting enlightenment."
"About how I was conceived?"
The cab driver's eyes were glued to his rear vision mirror again.
"No, you fool. How you got the name Merrick."
Merrick was enjoying this intimacy; all this brought about by simply walking backwards onto this lovely woman. He thought she would give him ten years, which would make her twenty-five. Entering her prime! He wondered if she was thinking uncouth thoughts about him.
"I'm sorry. Did I upset you calling you a fool? I was only chiding."
Well, why not be truthful? "Sorry, I was just thinking how fortunate it was that I snaked my big cowboy boot down your leg, peeling open your stocking and cutting into your ankle."
Their taxi screeched to a halt, and with a light clunk went bumper to bumper with the yellow cab in front. That driver gave three sharp blasts on his horn while their driver gave one short blast and an apologetic, submissive salute out of his window. Obviously he'd been mirror gazing again.
"Fortunate?"
"I am in the company of a genuine New Yorker and enjoying every minute of it."
"Well, you are refreshingly frank. I hope you are not thinking this is your lucky day?"
"Not at all, at least not in that sense. We seem to have bonded socially, that's all."
The eyes of the driver were in the mirror again.
"This is Oneh-Two coming up," reprimanded Kirsty. Wordlessly the driver turned into the right lane at the first opportunity.
"My mother wanted an American name for me, and names like Hank, Troy, Spencer and Zach were rather frowned upon in our little country. So she decided to be inventive and give me a Long Island name. She'd lived in Massapequa, which was not a suitable name for a young Kiwi lad, so she called me after the arterial route she and her family travelled very frequently."
"Yes - Merrick Road. How innovative. Well, here we are."
She handed a bill to the driver, told him to keep the change and was getting out of the cab while Merrick was still struggling to haul out his wallet.
"You have a great time in New York - do you hear, Kiwi?" Merrick thanked the driver for those kind words and followed Kirsty.
Kirsty and Merrick emerged from the elevator and Kirsty unlocked a door a little way down the hall. The hallway was extensively tiled with good artwork on the walls, a bowl of fresh flowers opposite the elevator and everything was clean and well-lit - completely unlike most apartments Merrick had seen in movies.
As he entered behind Kirsty - who Merrick had noticed thankfully was not limping – he noticed the apartment was a luxuriously appointed, though not quite to the standard of the hotel room he recalled seeing in the film, 'Pretty Woman'.
A swift inspection of the main area that he would call a lounge sobered Merrick. His lady friend was obviously married and to a strong-willed male at that. The room was decidedly masculine apart from flowers, two paintings that could be feminine choices and the coffee table was piled with women's magazines.
Kirsty turned to him and said coolly, "I would have told you this in the cab, but that driver was exceptionally nosey. The man who leases this apartment has a home and wife in Atlantic City and another lady friend like me in an apartment in Chicago. He has business interests in all three cities. So that's where we're at. If it no longer suits you to be in my company – well, there's the door."
"No, it's fine. How's your leg?"
"Painful, to tell the truth."
"Let's get this bandage off and look at it."
Kirsty looked at him in surprise.
"You are a guest here for coffee, not a medic."
Merrick steered her gently by the shoulders to the sofa. Initially she resisted but as he applied power she slumped on to the seat.
"Turn your back while I unhitch," she commanded.
Merrick heard two faint snaps and realised that she wasn't wearing thigh highs. That pleased him as he was a fan of garter belts, although his interest in this instance was elementary. Involuntarily his eyes closed and he had a vision of a beautifully encased leg in a stocking with a woman's long, sensuous fingers undoing the last fastener. Obviously that was a long forgotten image from some woman's magazine.
"The wait is over," she said softly.
Merrick turned and smiled at her, receiving a lovely response from lush, slightly parted lips. She'd taken off her sunglasses and the perimeter of her eyes were beautifully made up to enhance the pale blue eyes,
She was lying back on cushions; the short skirt covered her modestly. The injured leg was up on a cushion and the fine patterned by torn stocking remained in place. "They put a plaster on the cut in the gap through the stocking. The bandage was then placed over the top of the stocking at my insistence. Are you OK in removing the bandage and then the stocking or should I do it?"
"No. I volunteered and would be offended if my services were now to be rejected."
"Very well, Nurse Merrick. Proceed. No need to be overly careful as I have good tolerance to pain."
Merrick unrolled the bandage, pleased that there was no sign of blood seepage. The patient cooperated by lifting her leg without being asked as he prepared to roll the unfastened stocking off. Gently he raised a corner of the plaster. Gripping it he looked into the cool pale eyes and said, "There's no sign of seepage, which is good."
At that, with a wrist flick, he pulled off the plaster, noticing only a slight flicker in those blue eyes. "You may cry now."
The smile revisited her face.
It was Merrick's turn to smile as he bent over the wound for a close inspection. The cut was not particularly deep.
"There should be no scar provided we keep this wound clean."
"We?"
"Used figuratively."
"Oh."
That response sounded tinged in disappointment. Merrick resisted looking at her, not wishing to display surprise. This woman was beginning to lift his heart-beat. He looked around the room and his gaze rested on the entrance door. Kirsty read his mind.
"He's at home for the holiday weekend - Monday is Columbus Day."
Merrick beamed at her, attempting to conceal his delight by asking brightly, "Where do I find anti-septic ointment and plasters?"
"The cupboard above the fruit bowl in the kitchen, second shelf."
The kitchen was immaculate - not a sign of a dirty dish or anything out of place. Even the mauve bra and bikini pants and a flimsy night-dress on a clothes horse against the glass door opening on to a balcony were neatly arranged, signalling that even if Kirsty were a slut at least she was a tidy slut. Slut? He felt guilty as if he'd brutalised her mentally. The woman was entitled to earn a living the way she chose, and at least she was not trolling the streets as far as he knew. Would she be pre-judging him like that? Not likely.
Merrick strolled back into the living room with ointment, plaster and a tube of arnica.
"Look, to counter bruising," he said triumphantly, then stopped, realising that she was asleep.
After treating the wound and placing the throw rug from the back of the couch over her, Merrick wandered around the room looking at the paintings and knickknacks. If the furnishings did not belong to the owner of the apartment it was obvious that Mr Lucky was here for the long-haul.
Mr Lucky?
That question startled Merrick. He'd already assessed her as being a desirable – er- companion and that, for him, was entirely normal. But surprisingly he'd advanced into making a valued judgement – responding emotionally with concern about her personal relationship with someone else. He felt rising jealousy; attempts to whisper denials died in his throat, no doubt strangled by guilt.
An hour earlier he'd behaved like a yokel, lunging backwards into this woman and hurting her, and now he was on the verge of thinking about mounting a seduction. He shook his head in wonderment - did this mean his post-divorce depression had lifted?
Let it be!
Walking lighter and perhaps even a little taller with the possibility of being released of that self-imposed loading following the divorce he'd never wanted, he revisited the bathroom. Looking around as he stood over the toilet he saw it was expensively fitted out and the bath seemed exceptionally long, prompting visions of Kirsty soaking at one end and Mr Hairy Chest - Merrick grinned, noticing the change from Mr Lucky - lying besotted at the other end of the bath.
Finishing up, he didn't yield to his inquisitive temptation as a journalist to check out the cabinet behind the wall mirror that would reveal in a flash numerous indicators of personal intimacies. Brand preferences for mouth wash, toothpaste, dental floss, razor, talc powder and the like. He'd forgo that sneaky review of cupboard contents, thus avoiding of the possibility of being faced with a pile of contraceptives; that was not an image he wanted to retain of his Kirsty.
Merrick smiled thinly. So already she was his Kirsty. Oh great, and what had he done to earn that accord? Accepted her kind invitation to coffee and gently put on a clean plaster? This air of the Big Apple is doing crazy things to your mind, he thought, adding, Get a life!
The bedroom was dominated by the bed. It was huge, with pink satin drapes on the wall behind it tied back with gold braid cords and behind that between the drapes was a painting of a knight on a white horse fording a stream in woods and in his arms was a golden-haired princess. The instant Merrick looked at the princess he was aware it Kirsty he saw looking up into the face of the knight with absolute adoration. The bastard had commissioned this painting!
Well, if the likeness of Kirsty was that good presumably he was now looking at Mr Hairy Chest although that fuzz was hidden behind chest armour. In physique he was powerfully built, even allowing for ten percent of artistic licence. Good teeth, observed Merrick walking right up to the foot of the bed, a great smile but the dark eyes looked hard and so did the corners of the smiling mouth for that matter. Not someone to trifle with.
Disappointed that Mr Hairy Chest was not a wimpy looking man, Merrick was in the process of deciding that he'd better not be around when the knight called to revisit his princess and then something caught his attention. He'd missed it after examining her face and then flicking his gaze to her champion: a breast was exposed through a gap in her flimsy white gown. Obviously the period was not mid-winter, Merrick deduced, but it probably was not mid-summer either otherwise Hairy Chest would have been swimming in sweat in his armour. That would explain why the nipple of the princess was standing proud - she was cold!
Pleased with his speculation, he examined the breast and for the best part of a year felt himself about to drool. It was rigid and shapely. Even allowing for the aroused sensuality of the artist - whether it be male or female - at the sitting leading to fifteen percent exaggeration, it would still be a handsome breast with a hidden one to match.
The books on the cabinet on the left indicated that was Hairy Chest's side - all three were products of blood and guts writers and there was a big alarm clock - women with good eyesight would prefer a more delicate and perhaps fancier encased device - and there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection screwed to the cabinet top and a portable printer in the opening directly beneath it.
Merrick walked around to the other side of the bed where he found on the cabinet top a book on the life of Joan of Arc and an open diary that he did not read. The opening below was crammed with what appeared to be on-line shopping catalogues. He then noticed that there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection behind the Joan of Arc book.
Opening a wardrobe door Merrick closed it quickly. It was full of male clothing. The other two wardrobe openings were fully feminine - a virtual fruit salad mix of fragrances suggesting various traces of perfumes, talcs and hair sprays. Absolutely no suggestion of body odour as faintly apparent in the wardrobe of her partner.
Blessed - or alternatively, cursed - with the unrestrained ability to invade privacy honed from years as working as a freelance investigative photo-journalist, Merrick pulled open the top drawer of the wardrobe drawers. The divided drawer was filled with panties on one side, stockings on the other with no panty hose in sight. There were a number of rather sexy elastic topped stockings that one sees featured prominently in men's magazines.
The next drawer down contained bras on one side, garter belts on the other. That interested Merrick - who had the big interest in stockings supported by a garter belt. His divorced wife Kate had only acquired garter belts shortly after meeting Simon which was a liaison that would tear apart an eleven-year marriage.
Merrick opened and quickly closed the next drawer; it was filled mainly with the sort of bedroom gear a woman would wear to excite her man. However he did note a couple of rather thick night dresses that she probably wore during winter when Romeo was at home with the wife in Atlantic City or elsewhere.
The bottom drawer was of far greater interest to him. It was filled with an array of clothing and light equipment that identified Kirsty as a gym bunny. That delighted him, providing a far more positive image for him than any connected with bedroom gymnastics.
He closed the drawer knowing from this uninvited intrusion that she favoured pastel patterned underwear with frills and looking along the two open wardrobes he could see one was devoted to cooler season clothing, the other to warmer weather wear. She liked baggy shorts and black dresses. She was his kind of woman!
On the dresser sat an exotic hair brush set. Very nice. The only other item on top was a blue cut-glass spray bottle - one of those old-fashion types with a hand-pump bulb at the end of a short tube connecting to the top of the bottle. So, where were the lipsticks, powers, lotions and jewellery? In the drawers of course, bonehead!
There was an entire drawer of perfumes, each sitting in its own enclosure. Most were of French origin; very nice.
The drawer of lotions seemed to span every treatment for wrinkles, blemishes and dry patches known to mankind.
On the other side Merrick found the jewels, and gasped. He knew a little about jewellery, having bought increasingly expensive trinkets for his mother over much of his lifetime, for his sister almost over her entire lifetime and then expensive items for Kate, whose preference was for gold, silver or platinum. Some individual items in this drawer could be traded for a car and two boxed necklaces in the drawer below could perhaps be traded for an apartment or small house. No doubt even more lavish gifts from Hairy Chest were stashed away in safe custody. Sadly, Merrick accepted he was out of his league.
Back in the bathroom Merrick felt dry and hungry. The coffee he'd been offered had not been served.
Washing his face he looked into the mirror. Reflected back was the face of a youngish thirty-five year old, square jawed, clean-shaven and not unduly lined and lightly tanned. Women still referred to him as being handsome - female relatives including his sister, that is - but Merrick had been inclined to dismiss that as flattery. His nose was a little too wide and flat, his green eyes a little too recessed and his hair did not have the right colour for him to be called handsome.
The hair was a mousy brown infiltrated with fair streaks. Merrick was unaware that women existed who were unimpressed by blond or black haired men, suspicious that such men lack fidelity. He assumed his overhanging eyebrows served to frame the luminosity of eyes that had attracted Kirsty whether or not she wished to admit that.
Merrick's build was solid - his shoulders square and wide but his straight down trunk meant he missed having the copybook tapered waist that women writers love to go on about. At least he knew he scored with a firm and perhaps noticeable butt in terms of a feminine appraisal. Legs as with arms were strongly muscular from gym work and sports and physical recreational activity.
Well, Little Brother - the name he used for himself when in an uncertain situation of introspection - what now? Leave after writing a note, or stay till she wakes? A conventional person would have answered that poser without hesitation – go. Merrick was habitually a little devious so it suited him to reply, stay Buddy as she has still to serve you coffee.
In the kitchen he found a beer in the fridge and demolished that while making himself a salad sandwich. No way could Kirsty be a slut, he insisted; she was too tidy to be anything but top shelf. He grinned, thinking that had she been after a piece of his ass she would have not rolled down her stocking so discreetly - she would have allowed him to manage that delicate operation while staring into his eyes, tongue tip protruding between her teeth with the sexiness perfected by the sexiest of American women. Wow, that was a up tempo piece of thinking.
Merrick cleaned up, leaving the kitchen how he'd found it.
It was not quite 7:00, now well dark outside. He pulled a chair over to sit near and facing his beautiful hostess, having dimmed the lights. When she awoke she could give him the promised cup of coffee and he'd depart.
Hours later Merrick awoke. Taking a few seconds to adjust to his situation - and realising that he was still recovering from jet-lag - he noted Kirsty was no longer on the couch. The throw rug that he'd placed over her was now over him.
He checked the time - just after 4:00. Well, Aunt Betty and Uncle James had been warned he may be late returning home so would have gone to bed perhaps not particularly worried. He'd better phone them at 6:00 before they called up a posse.
Merrick peeped into the bedroom. Kirsty was a shapeless hump in the bed, just the back of her hair showing. He carried his chair into the bedroom to just inside the door, and settled down facing her. Within minutes he'd drifted off to sleep with the image of her in a bubble bath holding up a shapely leg for him to remove a stocking.
Just before 6:00 he awoke to feel something fluttering on his unshaven cheek, knowing from old that it was a feathery kiss, one of the best kisses of all. As his eyes opened she stepped back, all smiles.
"I had hoped you'd stay," she said, simply.
"I'm waiting for my coffee."
She giggled.
"Then you are going to have to wait for some time as I am in no hurry to let you go. I'm off for a run with a group of friends through Central Park. Please be here when I return."
"Can I come with you?"
Kirsty looked surprised and pleased.
"Do you run? We are all quite good and keep up a keen pace. Of course I could always fall back to keep with you. I just run with the group as one never knows who one will meet at this time of day in the park."
"You won't have to bother about me not keeping up. What size are your running shoes?"
"Sixes."
"Oh."
"Spiros's are tens."
Ah, the name, a man of European descent it would seem.
"I guess your foot is a bit smaller?"
"Yes, a full size actually."
"Well I get some clothes out for you and a pair of his ordinary socks as well as his thick winter socks."
"Thanks - meanwhile may I phone my Aunt in Bellmore - she'll call out the police if she wakes and finds I did not come home last night."
"Of course, not that the police would do anything but record details. We are a big city, people go missing all the time. Here's my phone."
Merrick went into the living room and made the call to his aunt who was grumpy at being woken when it was still dark. She'd not even missed him and when Merrick explained where he was Aunty Betty expressed disgust.
"She's not a street prostitute, Aunty Betty - far from it."
Horrified that Kirsty could hear the conversation, Merrick was relieved to hear her cracking up with laughter in the bedroom.
"No, I can't indicate when I will return, she wants to keep me here until she makes me coffee and she won't be doing that until it suits her."
"No, it's not deviate behaviour - she's a regular woman, no doubt exactly like you were when you were twenty-five Aunty Betty."
By now Kirsty sounded almost in hysterics.
"Goodbye, Aunty Betty. And tell Uncle James not to worry."
"Yes, I will use protection if the need arises, which I'm sure it won't."
The call had terminated before Merrick had mischievously added that last comment. He went into the bedroom where Kirsty was dabbing her eyes.
"That call - that call was one of the funniest I've ever overheard," she giggled. "She'll think you are lying, you know. Old aunts usually expect randy nephews to lie to them."
"Randy? Have I given you justification to earn such a title?"
"No, not at all. But I know how old aunts think, that's all I'm saying."
"Thank God for that. I have been on my best behaviour since I wounded you, apart from poking around your apartment while you slept."
"Really? Trying on my underwear?"
"No, not even tempted. But I would like to see you in one of those little black dresses."
Kirsty looked at him through narrowed eyes, and then said, "Come on –get into these clothes. We must rush if we are to join the pack. Here, let me help you."
Merrick hauled off his polo shirt and she handed him a running singlet, turning her back as she held out a pair of lined running shorts. They were rather baggy, he found, after dropping his track suit pants and underpants.
"Put the thin socks on first," she ordered, turning the instant he said he was decent.
As soon as he'd laced up the shoes they were out the door and into the elevator.
She smiled and hauled open the door as Merrick pulled in the waist ties of his shorts even tighter.
They met a pack of ten runners aged from around seventeen to sixty-five perhaps, jogging up and down rarin' to go.
"This is a New Zealander who goes by the name of Merrick, who is staying temporarily in the apartment next door to me," Kirsty lied. "No time for all round introductions, let's go!"
As they entered the apartment Kirsty said, "I'm running a bath. You can either go first, last or with me." Merrick said "With you", not giving himself the chance to teeter.
"Right, you do the bath and I'll get us a couple of energy drinks and bagels."
Merrick fancied he detected a touch of excitement in her voice but dismissed that as wishful thinking. She was just being sisterly - or perhaps there were water restrictions? No, she'd made no mention of that. Christ, he hoped he didn't get a boner before climbing into the bath!
As he turned on the water he tried to fill his mind with a hundred thousand look-alike Chinese on a great march alongside a walled city - no it was a the Great Wall - no it was in India and they were Indians. Dark clouds came into the image and it began to rain with everyone appearing to be depressed. The rain lifted and a plague of flying mice arrived overhead, somewhere in South Australia perhaps? There were wheat fields.
He looked down and found it was time to turn off the water. Kirsty arrived with the refreshments. She appeared to have done her hair and definitely had applied make-up; she'd only had lipstick on previously. There was need to recall the mind-filling image of flying mice over the wheat field in South Australia to avert a boner.
"Oh," said Kirsty. "You haven't put in bubble bath mix. It's lovely to luxuriate in bubbles."
Or to conceal one's form, mused Merrick, preparing to be asked to turn around.
Kirsty tipped in a dollop of bubble mix then stood back, faced him and dropped her track suit. She was totally nude and devoid of pubic hair. Her body was gorgeous.
"How do I look?" she asked, head tipped on an enquiring angle.
"Stunning, absolutely stunning."
She looked pleased and stepping into the bath, laying back to watch him.
The vision of flying mice had now become two mountain peaks in the Southern Alps of New Zealand and with a start Merrick realised that they were conical in shape. With relief both were struck simultaneously by huge avalanches, losing any connection with the shape of a woman's breasts. He removed his top and allowed his over-size shorts to fall to the ground.
"H-how do I look," he stammered.
She leisurely eyed him up and down.
"Prime, very promising if I may say so."
"Anything you say is honky-dory with me," said Merrick, relieved that his mind control exercises had been eighty-plus percent effective.
He wished she would sit up so he could see her sculptured chest.
She laughed, sitting upright and moving back as he got in: "Honky-dory - what kind of saying is that?"
"I am unaware of its origins but it's a variation for it's very OK," he replied, desperately attempting - and barely succeeding - from unabashed pinpoint focusing on the slightly upturned orbs gracing her chest.
"Flying mice over South Australia," he groaned aloud.
"Pardon me?" she queried. "Did you say flying nice over Australia?"
"A daily ritual of mine," he lied. "I feel so humble at being privileged to be temporarily resident in your great city of New York."
"Oh Lordy!" she exclaimed. "If only you knew what a maelstrom of human beings were are and soaring from the geniuses and creative leading lights to the riff-raff at the bottom of the barrel. In truth your arrival will have raised the bar, albeit microscopically."
As he sunk down into the bath and ran his legs past her hips she lifted her legs and settled them on to his belly. Without thinking he gently grasped her ankles down low clear of her inquiry and sighed. He felt absolutely contented and no longer worried about the antics of his clowning penis that occasionally took on a mind of its own; it too, seem to be wallowing in lethargy.
Directing a warm and dazzling smile at him, Kirsty asked, "Did you envisaged being in a situation such as this within three days of your arrival in the Big Apple as the tourism likes to call it."
"In here, with you, naked?" Merrick stalled.
Kirsty nodded encouragingly, her distracting superstructure now returned into the water.
"I-I-I honestly haven't thought about it."
She raised an eyebrow in the most sophisticated rebuttal, signalling, LIAR.
"No, I didn't."
The eyebrow arched even higher.
A feeling of dread swept over Merrick. Obviously his response was considered to be inadequate. Worries about a rampant penis were no longer with him. The poor fellow was attempting curl up in shame in his under belly. It was time to be upfront.
"Kirsty, my new friend," he began. "Please excuse me but right now I am out of my depth."
"The water is shallow, it's barely over my tits," she giggled.
Then placing a hand over her mouth she released it to say, "Oh, excuse me. I forgot myself for a moment."
"Certainly - after all, this is your home but in my more relaxed moments I as uncouth as the next fellow, though that's unlikely to be of any consolation to you."
"On the contrary," she countered. "I am finding you to be a complex character - someone to trifle with perhaps. Certainly I never had invited another man back to this apartment before, which is saying something. But please proceed, I feel you were about to tickle my fancy with your utterances."
Merrick was gratified to be encouraged to continue. He felt compelled to explain his submissive behaviour, the reason being it was completely out of character.
"I've enjoyed numerous relationships with females of varying ages and in varying circumstances," he confessed, eyes riveted on her left little finger which she was sucking.
God, how can women be so incredibly sexy in indulging in an innocent baby like action like that. Then he spotted the other half: while the little finger was being sucked the thumb and other three fingers were stroking up and down her cheek very sensuously.
The small curled form under his belly stirred and Merrick frantically thought of flying mice over the cornfields - no, dammit, the wheat fields of South Australia.
Kirsty's left foot curled down Merrick's belly.
He gulped as it halted, just short of the hibernating penis.
Flying foxes over the wheat fields of South Australia he thought, urgently trying to conjure up a relieving image. But an error message came back: "Possess no clipart of flying foxes." Bugger, the limitations of one's imagination can at times be rather inconvenient!
"This procrastination," began Kirsty. "I assume that I am correct that you never had had a bath with a female before other than your mother when a babe and after marriage with your wife?"
"You've hit the bull's-eye with that one, Kirsty," said the much relieved man under interrogation, "My mother would be ever so proud of you for arriving at that conclusion."
"And you, Merrick?" Kirsty asked with considerable interest. "How does such activity fit into your expectations?"
"Well, I can only be truthful, Kirsty. In my life there have been one a series of one-nighters and the only extended stayover was with my wife Kate prior to our marriage, now terminated."
"Terminated? I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was her decision to engage with someone else and flee the nest."
"Children?"
"Yes, two. Bella eleven and Giles fourteen."
"Well, I guess just young enough to avoid major dislocation?"
"Yes, the other man is older, her pottery tutor, and fortunately he was childless and just adores the kids."
Kirsty looked at him softly. She leaned forward and took one of his hands.
"Are you still bleeding?"
Merrick told the truth. "The funny thing is that it lifted in here late yesterday. I'd just come back from the kitchen with the anti-septic ointment, tube of arnica and plaster. I-I..."
"Yes," breathed Kirsty, squeezing his hand.
"I-I saw you lying there, asleep. So angelic. The image I captured could have graced any of the walls of the Frick Collection.
"Oh God," gulped Kirsty, turning away to try to conceal an unexpected flush of tears.
But Merrick appeared not to have noticed.
"At that moment I realised the shroud had lifted."
She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. In one graceful, athletic movement she pulled herself erect and stepped out of the bath and fled the room.
Merrick was nonplussed. What there someone at the door, or had she remembered she owed him a cup of coffee?
He dried himself, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the bedroom, discretely coughing as he neared the doorway.
She was standing facing the door, in pale green knickers and garter belt with stockings already attached. A pale green bra dangled from her hand.
"May I help you with that?"
She nodded.
With practised ease - Kate had liked such intimacy - Merrick went behind Kirsty and took the garment from her lifeless hand. He encircled her with it, did up the hooks and then reached around her and cupped each warm, freshly bathed orb into its support cup. He stretched the material out in front of her slightly, and she wriggled herself into a position of maximum comfort. He then bent forward and kissed her right below her right ear.
Kirsty's legs began to crumble but in a swift, powerful move Merrick spun her around and the shock of that returned energy to her legs.
"Right," he said authoritatively, "What goes on next"
"The white leather skirt," she said, her smile returning.
Both of his hands ran down her thighs and lower legs as he stooped to pull up the skirt she'd stepped into. She shivered and sighed.
"Next?"
Her eyes shot open at that command.
"The matching light green shirt, silly," she said. Then looking around realised it was still in the wardrobe.
Returning with it she appeared conscious of his gaze - his appreciative gaze - on her bra-encased breasts.
He stood behind her, helping her into the shirt. His hands rested on hers as she did up the buttons, fumbling as she did so. "Come, let's go out for breakfast," he said. "Are you otherwise engaged today?"
She shook her head.
"I'd like you to come with me to Bellmore to meet my mother's sister - you will be entranced by her. She's nothing like the old bat she may have sounded like when I was talking to her on the phone."
Kirsty licked her lips.
"Very well, I'd like that. But your aunty will consider I'm dressed like a whore. I should change."
"Please don't - I want you like this."
"Very well. I'm ready to go. You need to understand this: I haven't been on a real date in years."
As they left Merrick thought this was like walking a dream. It seemed so unlikely and yet she was like no other woman he'd ever met - so assured and classy and yet a self-confessed moll. To be invited to join her in her bath hours after they;d first met and yet hadn't had sex seemed so weird but with her, the way she projected herself with such confidence and directness, it really seemed less that weird. His word for it was unbelievable and he anticipated more was to come.
To Be Continued
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*I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL CHARACTERS AND LOCATIONS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY FROM DOING THIS STORY.*
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had just finished speaking to Professor Dumbledore in his office. He had told them almost exactly what Hermione had said, with the addition that he is using all possible resources to figure out the problem. Hermione had been asked to stay just a few minutes longer than the other three. When asked what it was about, she refused to answer. The group slowly walked back to the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't until they reached the Fat Lady that they realized no one had told them the current password. Luckily, five minutes later, Neville had come out of the common room and saw the four Gryffindors standing outside.
"Where have you four been? Percy has been furious! You'd better go in and let him know everything's fine!" Neville stepped aside to allow the four hybrids into the common room. Right after stepping inside, they were confronted by Percy.
"Where have you four been? You know that it's against the rules to be out in the corridors at this time. I will have to report this to Professor McGonagall tomorrow."
"Settle down, Percy," said Ron. "We were up in Dumbledore's office talking with him and McGonagall."
"I don't believe you. Twenty points from Gryffindor for lying to the Head Boy. Now all four of you get to your dormitories before I assign detentions!" Percy turned around and strolled to his private chambers. Harry and Ron scowled at Percy while Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. After saying goodnight to each other, they headed off to their respective rooms.
"When do you reckon our curse will be solved," asked Ron.
"I don't know. But it seems like it won't happen for quite some time," replied Harry. The two boys fell silent once again. Because of their condition, they were given a private bedroom, so they didn't have to worry about waking anyone else up. They changed into their pajamas, each taking quick peeks at the other to see what had changed in the past few weeks. They climbed into bed, and Ron immediately fell asleep.
Harry stayed awake thinking about the choice he was going to make if or when a cure was found. He had decided to keep his new body in lieu of becoming an Animagus. Harry knew, from what Hermione had told him, that becoming an Animagus was a long process that could take up to five years. Harry figured that since he already had an animal's body, what the point of studying to become an Animagus was. Not to mention that, as a hybrid, he could still communicate with the people around him. As Harry thought more and more about his decision, he finally drifted off to sleep.
Hermione and Ginny had also been given their own private bedroom due to their condition. The two girls talked late into the night about a plethora of things. After a few hours of talking, both girls were too exhausted to continue. They changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. What no one knew was that the two girls were so comfortable with each other that they shared a bed. Hermione knew that if any of the professors were to find out, or if any of the students were to find out, there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, both girls were able to get up at an early time, escaping possible questions and problems that could arise.
Hermione had taken quick peeks over at Ginny to see if she had changed in the past few months. Hermione was pleased to see that Ginny was starting to develop nicely. Still, she was only twelve, but from what Hermione guessed, Ginny would be the school's hottest girl, surpassing Lavender Brown. Hermione felt a wetness between her legs as she was thinking about the future Ginny. The last thing Hermione wanted to do was to wake Ginny, yet the need for release was growing stronger by the second. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom the two girls shared.
She quietly closed and locked the door, putting up a Silencing Charm to ensure complete privacy. She stripped out of her pajamas, bra, and panties. She moaned in satisfaction as the cool air hit her bare fur. Her hands went to one breast each. She gently squeezed her breasts, kneading them softly. She pinched each nipple, wishing desperately that she could feel a loving mouth on her hard nipples. One hand stayed on a breast as her other hand moved down her body toward the source of the wetness and desire. She moaned loudly when her hand brushed over her mound. She teased herself like this for a while before spreading her slit with the other hand. Her clit had protruded and begged for attention. Hermione gently tweaked it, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She sat down on the toilet with her legs spread as far apart as possible.
Hermione sucked on her fingers for a few seconds before positioning one at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, she inserted the finger in, moaning and purring at the feeling. After a couple of seconds, her index finger was fully inserted. She wiggled it a little bit, shaking in pleasure. She took her finger out with a plop before shoving two more fingers deep inside her pussy. Hermione's other hand began playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She was constantly moaning and purring, her fingers a blur as she fucked herself. After five more minutes of furious fingering, Hermione felt her climax approaching. At the last possible second, she used her other fingers and shoved two up her ass. The feeling of having both holes filled was too much for the young teen, and she felt her juices running over her hand and down her legs, wetting the fur. She was breathing heavily, her fingers still buried knuckle deep in her ass and pussy. With a small, wet plop, she removed her fingers. The hand that was pleasuring her pussy was soaked in her juices. She sucked her fingers cleaned, loving the taste of her cum.
After cleaning up the rest of the mess, Hermione undid the Silencing Charm, unlocked the door and headed to the bed. Carefully, she climbed back next to Ginny, trying not to wake her. She settled into the bed and fell asleep within minutes of closing her eyes, her dreams plagued by an older Ginny.
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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them empty and all alone like that. You're not a monster are you?
Also, please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again.
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, Cons, Oral,
Author: Blackjack
Celebrity: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke
Author's Note: So, I know it's no longer Comic-Con or Valentine's Day but it's been sitting on my Google Drive for way too long.
As the son of one of the principle directors of photography on Game of Thrones, I had a lot of chances to go and see all sorts of beautiful scenes, some awesome Facebook photos from it and also a very full passport. Now I was walking under a tarp ceiling towards a makeshift catering hall with one of the gorgeous costars in tow with me."It's your birthday today?" Emilia Clarke, mother of dragons, asked. Folding her arms casually under her chest, though her breasts were obscured by the quick change of clothing after the scenes had been shot, Emilia tilted her head to the side slightly. Looking me up and down, Emilia smirked and shook her head slightly. "I can't believe I didn't know that!" She playfully punched me on the upper arm before going back to grabbing some of her food and seeming to motion for me to follow her over.
So, I did.
Grabbing my own plate of food and followed her over to the white row of plastic tables where the catering department was. The plate I had was filled with salad and a singular chicken breast, something nice and light but enough to give me a filling lunch as well. There was a soft sound of the ocean lapping at the side of the film set and the sun was slowly starting to set, though there was still a lot of filming left done in the day. Taking a seat opposite her, I took a mouthful of lettuce from my salad as Emilia continued.
"So, like every Valentine's Day you get a double treat in it being your birthday and Valentine's Day?"
"Well, I don't always have a date on Valentine's Day but yeah, sometimes." I answered, stabbing my fork into a tomato and then feeding myself with it. Looking over at the beautiful star of TV, still in her Daenerys wig so she can get straight back to shooting for the hit TV show.
"How can a cute guy like you not have a date?" A third voice, one belonging to Natalie Dormer, who also played Margaery Tyrell on the show, having her own plate full of salad as she took a seat next to her costar. The two never shared a scene together but the locations were very similar. Anyone who would be trying to snoop a shot of the film set would definitely be getting an interesting shot from seeing the two together.
"Well, thanks for the compliment." I said with a smile but also, she got a similar shrug of my shoulders. "I guess most women don't see me as cute as you do Miss Dormer." When she rolled her eyes at that comment, I was about to explain but Emilia beat me to it.
"I've explained we don't go by our surnames but he won't get it." Emilia smiled over to Natalie as she pulled a spare chair back and took a seat next to Emilia and between me and the other actress on the hit show. Emilia looked over to me, then back to Natalie and then back to me again. "Guess what though... It's his birthday today too!"
Natalie made a soft, shocked sort of sound before looking to me. Another soft punch was directed at my shoulder as Natalie seemed equally as unimpressed that I hadn't told the girls about my birthday.
"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Natalie said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden jolt. She reached up and fiddled with the strap of the brilliant blue dress before looking over at Emilia. "Can you believe he didn't tell us?"
"It is pretty shocking." Emilia said with a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head from side to side in a mean of mock disappointment. "We're three of the only people not needed on set tomorrow and you didn't think to tell us? We could have done something!" Emilia said, her voice getting more and more exasperated with my lack of openness.
"I mean... We still could? There's plenty of nightclubs out in the city, why don't we go and hit one of them up?" Natalie said, looking around as more and more of the cast and crew started to fill out and head back to the set. I wasn't needed at all and by the sounds of what the two actresses were saying, they weren't needed either. Soon, it was just the three of us and one guy sitting a couple of tables away, headphones in and staring at his phone.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Emilia said, looking over at me and Natalie, taking a mouthful of salad and moving to deal with more of her dinner. "And if they are a bit rubbish then we can always go back to one of our rooms and just watch Netflix or something?" Emilia added, swigging a mouthful of water before looking back to me. "So are you in?"
"I mean, sure?"
"Great! It'll be fun!" Natalie said with a grin. Looking back to Emilia, she reached into the small black handbag she had brought with her and pulled out a small wad of signed 8 x 10's. "I hand these out if someone wants something signed and they don't have anything." Natalie explained as she flipped the photo over so that the front of the photo was facing down on the table. Scribbling down the address of her hotel and then a phone number, Natalie studied the back of it before offering a set of three small x's right at the bottom of the details. Pushing it back to me, Natalie nodded her head. "There's our details. We should be free from what? Eight ish? Get a cab, we'll find the club and we can go party."
And that, seemingly was that.
The two women continued to chat with me but as the afternoon continued to roll on, I was stuck not really being able to listen to the conversation and more thinking on what I was going to be going through when I got back to the mainland. Having said goodbye to my dad and some of the crew members I knew, I found myself on the ferry that took the cast and crew back to the mainland, while I would have wanted to chat with the women some more, I quickly found myself amongst mostly male members of the show. So, I took the time to use the ferry's free wifi and started to work on uploading some of the photos I had taken today. Uploading them to my various social media feeds, all set to private of course, I made sure to completely clear my phone of the photos, uploading them to the cloud before I put my phone right back into my jacket's pocket and simply rested against the side of the boat, my arms folding together as I watched out over to the seas.
The trip was a short, uneventful one and I was soon sitting in the back of a paid for car, one hired by the studio as my father would be getting a ride back with one of the other directors tonight. Riding back to the hotel, I quickly made my way up to my own room and suddenly, a wash of panic came over me. What the hell was I going to wear? Looking around, I rushed over to my small hard shelled suitcase, opened it up and quickly looked over the contents. Picking up a smart looking jacket, I tossed it to the other bed and then fished out a salmon coloured button up shirt and then a pair of slim fitting jeans. I only had some chelsea boots to go with the look but it was going to be enough. Even if I was partying with two of the stars of the popular TV show, I was going to appear at the odd one out anyway so if my clothing was slightly off then it wasn't like it would be the worst thing in the world.
Getting the outfit completed, I carried them all on their hangers over to the bathroom and quickly hung them up on the handle behind the door to the bathroom. Walking over to the large mirror, I inspected my face, running my fingers through my thick, shaggy beard, looking almost similar to one of the Wild Folk from the show, I decided it would be a good idea to at least get my beard under control. Grabbing one of the clippers, I started to trim my beard down, chocolate locks of beard hair fell from my face and into the sink as I inspected my face. With a now much more trimmed beard, I plucked the glasses off of my face and folded the arms of them in into the glasses and looked back into the mirror, my emerald green eyes glistening slightly under the artificial lighting of the bathroom.
Making my way into the big, open shower cubicle, I went about showering myself, cleaning myself of the seaside dirt and grime that generally accumulated when you would be out by the sea. Washing myself with a bar of mint scented soap, I cleansed myself fully before washing my hair with another nice smelling bottle of shampoo. I worked my way all over my body, making sure to get every little bit of my skin just in case something did happen. Not that I was expecting it of course. I lifted my head up and made sure to wash away the parts of my face that had been shaven and with a significantly softer face, I ran my hands over my cheeks and jaw, scrubbing at the freshly cut part of my face, I made sure to clean it all completely before getting the usual spots of under my armpits and the general lower part of my body.
Definitely not expecting anything to happen of course.
Completely clean, I slipped out of the shower and moved back to the mirror, inspecting my face as I towelled off, I made sure to get myself absolutely dry before applying some deodorant and then liberally getting some of the nice aftershave that I had gotten as a gift from my father this morning. Completely dressed now, I made my way out back to the main bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase on it, I slipped my shoes back on and then reached over to grab the bedside phone in my room. Keying in the number of the local taxi rink, I arranged a pick up for me to go to the hotel where Natalie and Emilia were staying. The prearranged fee wasn't that bad for me to pay for myself, so while I agreed to it, they let me know that the cab would be with me soon. Thanking them, I hung up and then looked at the back of Natalie's signed photo, seeing Natalie's personal number there, I reached down and keyed in her number, my fingers ever so slightly trembling from it.
Why were they doing that? I shouldn't be nervous, I had spoken to them both separately on several occasions and we were just going to be heading out to hang out together and maybe dance a little bit as well. Regardless, I needed to get the number dialled so I took a breath and finished dialling. Lifting the headset up to my ear, I waited for it to stop ringing when the sound of Natalie came on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Natalie? Hi, it's Ben?"
"Ben! Hi! Are you on your way?"
"I'm just about to get picked up, are you both ready to go?"
"Yeah, we're both ready, right Em?" Natalie said, a voice off of the other side of the phone let her know that she was okay and ready to go as well. "Yeah, we're ready to go. We'll see you soon birthday boy!" Natalie added, hanging up the phone and making me feel like she was expecting something more to happen after this whole thing. I wasn't going to look forward for anything more than just a good night out though. The absolute worst case that could happen is that they were there to just make fun of me and I'd have to go back to the hotel feeling dejected. I could manage that though. So, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror, I turned around and made my way down to the lobby of the hotel, heading out to the car that was waiting for me on the outside. The driver was sitting on the outside of the car, looking at his phone but as soon as I made my presence known, he put his phone away and quickly got into a driving position. I got into the back and as the guy adjusted the mirror to look over at me before speaking.
"So where to?"
"Can we head over to The King's Arms Hotel?" I asked, looking into the reflection as the man raised an eyebrow.
"Another hotel?"
"Yeah, I want to pick up some friends and then we're going to head off to a club afterwards."
The driver nodded.
"Sure, you got it boss." Pulling away from my hotel, the car travelled along the roads, making some good headway to the actual five star hotel that was afforded for the main cast of the show. The car pulled into the front and the guy looked out to the front door. Turning back to look at me, he cleared his throat gently. "So, are they coming out or what?"
"I'm not sure. I'll go check on them." I said, opening the door to the car and stepping out.
"Sure, I'll leave the metre running." He said, going back to looking at his phone.
Ignoring that, I took the series of steps up to the foyer of the hotel, walking past the front door man and moving into the lobby. Looking around, I spotted that the hotel did have a bar and that was usually where most movie stars hung out. So, I made my way over to the bar, poking my head into look in and it was there that I saw a beautiful imagine. Sitting at the bar was both Emilia and Natalie who each had a drink in hand and were casually chatting with each other. Natalie was wearing a hot, little black dress, her long legs were covered by a set of stockings and she also had on a set of shiny black heels. Emilia was wearing a bright aqua blue dress with sleeves at the top of her arms, her legs were bare and she was also wearing a pair of heels though the heel wasn't as big as the ones on Natalie's. Emilia was the first to spot me, lifting a hand up to wave at me, Natalie looked over her shoulder and saw me there as well. The two women left their drinks and made their way over to me, each of them pressing their lips to each of my cheeks in a soft kiss, it raised some eyebrows from the men in the room but the two women didn't care.
Both of them linked their arms in mine and we left the hotel with me feeling a lot like a movie star in my own right as we headed down the steps towards the waiting car. The driver looked up and over at me and then, his jaw dropped. He practically ran out of the front of his car to open up the door for all three of us to get into the car. With Natalie on my left, I took the middle seat and Emilia was on my right, the three of us got our seatbelts clicked in and it was then that the driver got back into his seat and looked back up into the rear view mirror.
"So, where to?" He asked, his eyes moving over to look at both Emilia and then Natalie, the mirror being adjusted several times, almost as if he wanted to look up their skirts. The two women both seemed like they were ready to deal with it though, their hands coming down and pressing at the front of the dresses to stop him from seeing up them both.
"San Junipero." Emilia answered, her eyes looking up into the mirror. She had a look on her face that seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what the guy was trying to do. "Do you know where that is?" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly.
"Yeah, yeah I know it." He said, his gaze going back to the road as he pulled out and we made our way over to the nightclub. It was a trendy little place on one of the side corners of the street. There were a series of lights high above the ground and while the outside of the club did have a tacky neon sign, it looked like a pretty high end club. There were a couple of cars that were stuck in the rink outside of the club and the drivers were all chatting amongst themselves. The car came to a stop and the driver turned around to look at us both. "So, when did you want picking up?"
Emilia looked at her phone before looking at me and Natalie. "Say a couple of hours?"
"Yeah, that should be enough." Natalie confirmed, the two beautiful women looked at me for an answer.
"Yeah, pick us up in two hours?"
"You got it boss." The driver answered, slipping back into looking at his phone when Natalie opened the door. The three of us left the car and made our way to the club, the girls all linked their arms in mine again and that still made me feel like a million bucks. The inside of the club was playing an annoying techno music that did make my head hurt but with both Natalie and Emilia on my arms, it certainly worked on clearing up the headache.
"Ugh, that guy was a pervert." Natalie complained, talking about the driver as she looked around the inside of the club. "I'll get us some drinks, Em, grab us a booth?" She asked, looking over at the bar which was fairly empty. Emilia nodded her head and guided me towards one of the booths at the side of the club. The middle of the club was a large dance floor with a low hanging lighting rig that was flashing bright beams of light through the darkened hall, flashes of primary and secondary colours ran across the walls and illuminated the people who were all dancing on the floor. Looking over to them, I could see a lot of people dancing together, which made sense since we were out on Valentine's Day for the evening. There were a few stragglers of men who were all staring at some of the single women on the other side of the hall or who were dancing with themselves. Emilia hooked her arm in mine and pulled me closer to her.
"So, how's your birthday going so far?" She asked, her big eyes beaming over at me as she waited for Natalie to bring the drinks back to us.
"Well, so far I'm spending it with two gorgeous women, so far it's been pretty much the best one ever."
"Gorgeous eh? You must get on with all the women that you work with huh?" She said with a big smile on her face, wetting her ruby red lips casually as she looked me over. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so far though, we're going to make sure you have a great night out though!" She said, her right hand patting my upper arm casually.
As me and Emilia continued to chat, her hand still continued to slowly rub her hand up and down the inside of my arm, her fingers brushing over the top of my arm and almost touching the insides of my muscles while she kept herself looking at me. Emilia had this utterly enticing scent about her, something about her perfume or her shampoo or whatever it was about her, it was keeping me so utterly enthralled in her and I was just so focused on talking to her. She casually brought one of her hands up, fluffing the ruffle at the top of her right sleeve casually, all while her head fell back slightly, exposing her delightful neck to me. Looking at the exposed skin, it certainly provided a tempting target for me to want to latch onto. Emilia's head came back down, her fingers gently squeezing my upper arm before looking around onto the dance floor.
"The DJ isn't playing much is he?" She asked casually.
"Not really. He needs to liven this place up!" Natalie said, carrying a circular black tray that had three colourful glasses of alcohol on it. The blonde looked around and shook her head. "We might not even make the two hours." She said with a chuckle. Looking at the booth and the various stains that were on the surface of the couch, she made a face at it.
"Do you want to take my seat Natalie? I can stand if you want..."
That provoked a near simultaneous 'Awww' noise from the girls and Natalie shook her head.
"Nah it's okay birthday boy." She said with a smile, pushing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back down to a seating position. Natalie then moved to make a very good impression on me, slipping in front of me and then placing herself down so that her ass was resting on my thighs. With the blonde on my thighs, her ass threatening to brush against my own lap, I found myself unsure as to where to put my hands. Taking a chance and placing my right hand on her waist, I could see Emilia make eye contact with it and I could also hear Natalie let out a soft breath as I did so.
Was I doing something wrong? I wasn't sure any more but when Natalie wriggled from side to side slightly and then leant forward to pick up one of the glasses of alcohol, she took a mouthful of the bright green liquid before making an approved noise. Turning back to look at me, Natalie fidgeted on my thighs before wriggling herself backwards and her ass now moved to brush against my lap. That in turn, started to turn me on. As soon as my erection started to form, I could tell Natalie knew because she made a soft noise and then moved her glass to her left hand and draped her right arm behind my back.
As the two girls casually chatted, Emilia happily sipping on her own drink while I remained firmly pressed down to the padding of the seat of the booth. Natalie certainly wasn't heavy and having her on my lap wasn't painful in the strictest sense of the word, what was painful was the hard erection that was growing in my pants and threatening to poke up against her. I could just about see the top of Emilia's hair as she dipped her head down past the table towards the ground. As soon as she did that, Natalie's index finger came up to my mouth as if to silence me. As I mutely nodded my head, Natalie started to roll her hips around on my lap slowly. Her hips continued to roll in a slow circle, flicking her hips from side to side, giving me an utterly torturous lapdance there and then in the middle of this nightclub. As she did so, I let out a low groan of delight, which made Emilia's head come back up.
"What was that?" She asked, looking over at us both before raising an eyebrow. "Did one of you say something?" She asked, an arched eyebrow punctuating her question. Before either me or Natalie had a chance to respond though, her body perked up and her head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh man! I love this song! Ben, come dance with me!" She said, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me away from Natalie who was more than happy to just lift herself up and let me slide out and away from the booth and towards the dancefloor. As we walked, her hands on mine, she led me to a part of the dancefloor where we were able to actually move into a decent area to dance with her. Emilia had her hands on my body, her hands slipping under my jacket and resting on my sides as her body swayed from side to side. Spinning herself around and pushing her back against my chest and then she moved my hands up to her own waist, my left hand threatened to creep across her stomach while my other hand remained firmly on her hips.
As we moved through the motions of dancing to the song, I found myself almost lost in the moment. Emilia's body felt truly divine to the touch and while she rolled her body around in my touch. Emilia's soft ass was also brushing past my groin which was still hard from Natalie's lap dance and while the blood was still swimming down there, the fact that we were dancing was certainly helping me lose my erection. Emilia pressed her rear up against my own lap and her arms came up past my head, her fingers knitting into my brown hair before she slowly slipped herself down the front of my body in a dreadfully sexy manner. As she moved down, her legs spread ever so slightly as she came down and then moved right back up, as she moved down, I could see a selection of the single men all looking at me with their jaws dropped at the sight of it.
To be fair, I felt like I should be behaving like them as well. I could still feel Natalie's ass against my lap and now, Emilia was treating me exactly the same way too. If this was the beginning of a set up, I was more than happy to deal with it. My hands were on her arms, brushing along her exposed skin briefly as she rolled her hips around in a slow flick of her hips, rolling them around and then up and down, almost as if she were twerking on me, I could feel another spark of pleasure running through me and the blood that had been all over my body was quickly coming back to the front of my pants and making me get another boner. Emilia spun herself around quickly and while her hands flipped over, my own hands came down to settle on the inside of her waist,
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my eyes remained focused on hers as her pretty red lips came up into a wide smile.
"I'm having a good time." She said with a smile and a laugh. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said, her right hand coming up to my chest and her hand slipped in between the buttons of my shirt and pressed her palm flat against my chest. "Your heart rate is going a mile a minute too!"
"Well, I don't normally get to dance like this with pretty girls."
"There you go with the pretty again." Emilia said with a grin, her arms linked tighter around my shoulders and pulled me in close, instinctively making my arms wrap around her waist. "Now that is a good position too..." Emilia purred, looking over her shoulder to see the upper parts of my arms that were linked behind her. With her front pressing against mine, I was doing my absolute best to not get too turned on by it but having her so close to me, it was nearly an impossible task. Her breasts were both pressing against my chest and as the look on her face almost suggested that she knew just what I was going through. Her forearms tugged down on the back of my neck and my ear was then close to her lips as she ran her tongue across her lips in an agonizingly slow pattern. "So, this must be a pretty crazy birthday for you so far then? I think it's going to get crazier too."
"What do you mean?" I said to her, the music changing from a frantic techno beat to something more slow and gentle, prompting our bodies to gingerly sway to it. Emilia smiled at the question from me and neglected to answer, instead looking around the inside of the club, over to Natalie and then back to where I was. Her big eyes studied my face before she offered me a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"It's your birthday. It's Valentine's Day. Two reasons to expect a crazy day surely?"
"I mean, maybe? I haven't really had many crazy birthdays before." I responded, answering her honestly and tilting my head to the side slightly as if to shrug off what had just happened previously in my life. Looking at Emilia who chewed down on her bottom lip, her impossibly bright white teeth shining under the artificial lighting of the club, she shook her head gently.
"You just aren't getting this. Me and Natalie are going to make sure you get a great birthday today." She said, in a very matter of fact sort of fashion. That definitely made me want to question her some more. My hands ran along her waist casually, moving my left hand up to stroke against her spine, I watched as Emilia paused and then that sexy, sly smirk slowly slipped over her face. "Speaking of..."
That last bit of the sentence did make me raise an eyebrow until I felt an index finger jab me in the ribs slightly. Turning to look, I saw Natalie there with a scowl on her face as she looked over her shoulder at where she had come from and then back to us.
"Some guy just grabbed my arse. Can we go?" She asked, somewhat impatiently, looking at us both as I checked the time on my smart watch.
"The driver won't be here for another hour. We could grab an Uber or something?"
"Sounds great, let's go." Natalie decided, pulling me over away from the dancefloor and then towards the entrance. Stepping out into the cold night, I was ready to bring my phone up to call for an Uber when Natalie flagged down a waiting taxi at the rink outside of the club. "Are you free?" The driver looked behind himself and then pointed at himself before nodding his head almost dumbly. "Great! Let's go." Natalie said with a smile, pulling the back door open and everyone got inside of the cab.
"Where to?"
"The Kings Arms." Natalie answered, looking up at the driver who simply nodded his head, flicked a switch to show his cab was currently engaged and then pulled out towards the front of the road. Casually taking us along, the driver stole a couple of glances at the three of us before simply shaking his head and continuing on ferrying us to our hotel. It was a short trip and Natalie was quick to pass the man a note before the three of us got out of the car and both Natalie and Emilia were quick to lead me up into the hotel. Walking through the lobby and towards the elevator at the back of the hall, Emilia pressed her thumb to the call button and the three of us were quick to make some conversation amongst ourselves as the elevator hit the bottom floor and slowly, the doors rolled open with a ding. The three of us stepped inside and Natalie was quick to push the top floor button and as soon as she did that, the doors rolled shut and the elevator slowly took us all up to the top floor.
"So, should we go to my room?" Emilia asked, her arm linked in mine while Natalie walked down towards the end. Emilia stopped outside of her room and looked over at Natalie who didn't stop walking but did turn to look over her shoulder at us.
"Sounds good. I'll see you in ten, I want to change out of these heels." She continued walking down the hall before coming to her own room. Turning to face Emilia, I watched her shrug her shoulders and then open the door to her room. Stepping inside, Emilia opened the door a little further so we could both come in. Walking over the threshold, Emilia closed the door behind us and gestured to one of the couches that was close to the large windows that overlooked the city and also the location of shooting for Game of Thrones too.
Emilia took a seat on the couch, swinging her legs up and dropped her feet on the coffee table, using her feet to kick off the heels she was wearing, she turned to look over at me.
"So... It's a little after ten pm. You've still got two hours of your birthday left." She started, a hand coming down and resting on my upper thigh. Casually squeezing it, she wriggled herself over to me so that our legs were touching. Her bare skin felt like such a divine presence and when her hand started to creep up towards my groin, the erection I had back in the club was back, and this time it was a lot larger and stiffer than it had been. Emilia's hand brushed over my lap and then, she pressed her palm down against my crotch and firmly squeezed it. Using her free hand, Emilia pulled my lips to hers and then we started to kiss. Her hand cupped my cheek firmly, her thumb stroking against my cheek as she started to tilt her head to the side and our tongues almost instantly moved out to seek each others.
Her hand came up off of my lap and she shifted her entire body off of the couch and with movements so quick, she had herself on my lap, her legs spread and her arms had fully wrapped themselves around me. Latching herself to my body, Emilia moaned into my mouth as the two of us were fully engrossed in the hot French kiss with each other. Rolling her hips back and forth on my lap, Emilia broke the kiss and her teeth came down to nip against my earlobe.
"Happy birthday..." She whispered, pressing her groin down and then moving herself backwards and forwards, grinding herself against me. My hands came down and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, squeezing them both firmly as she had her head fall back, her neck becoming an easy target for me. Leaning forward, I sunk my teeth into her neck, sucking on it as she let out another low moan.
Soon, her hands pushed against my chest and I was forced into a seating position. Watching her slip herself down off of my lap and onto her knees between my legs, her hands came up and started to unzip my pants. Tugging on the zipper and pulling my pants apart, I finally had a good idea as to what how crazy this evening was going to be. Looking down at her as she worked on fishing my cock out of my pants, Emilia pressed her fingers down flat against my boxers so she could see the outline of my dick in my boxer shorts. Looking up at me with those beautiful big eyes, Emilia reached down and ran her tongue over the head of my cock through my boxers.
"Natalie..." I gasped, looking over at the door.
"She's not here." Emilia countered, her fingers curling around the outline of my shaft through my boxers, lazily stroking my cock.
"She will be though..."
"You'll have to be quick then!"
"Not... I think that's going to be pretty likely..."
"Is that so?" Emilia said with a smile, her finger popping open the button at the front of my shorts.
"I didn't mean it like..." I started but as soon as I began, I was stuck with a slack jaw as Emilia Clarke, Khaleesi, Mother of Dragons, remained between my legs and worked on undoing my boxer shorts and fishing out my entire length. Wrapping her hand around my base, Emilia's breath was hot and wild and just touching the head of my length as she started to slowly pump her hand up and down on my length. Her hand squeezed on my cock, her other hand reached into my boxers and pulled my entire nut sack out of my boxers. Pushing my cock up towards my stomach, Emilia pressed her lips to each of my balls before opening her mouth up and pushing her tongue from the base of my shaft and running it all the way up to my dick's tip. When her spongy tongue brushed under the bottom of my head, Emilia then ran her tongue all around the base of my cock's head. As she did that, my head fell back and a low moan fell from my lips, and as I moaned, my cock throbbed with pleasure.
With my hands to my side, I watched as Emilia's bright eyes were focusing on my shaft. Then, her eyes flicked up and her mouth opened, her lips slipping over the head of my dick and then she carefully closed her lips down around my cock's head, her tongue continuing to flick and bathe my cock in her spit all while her other hand remained firmly on my sack. Her fingers rolled my balls around from side to side, her nails carefully brushing against the sensitive skin all while her lips slipped up and down on my hard cock. Her lips were pressed down, almost in a vacuum seal, as she shifted on her knees and started to work herself into a steady, successful rhythm. Slipping her head up and down, Emilia pressed her other hand on the inside of my thighs and kept my legs spread so she had all the room to move.
She let out a long, slutty moan around my cock while her tongue worked on the underside of my shaft, her mouth slowly getting penetrated by my length all while she slurped up and down on me. I could feel her warm, wet saliva starting to pool in her mouth and run down my cock as well. Her eyes opened and she looked down at my base and where her hand was coiled around my cock, taking her hand away, Emilia started to work on getting more of my cock inside of her mouth. Emilia slipped her lips up off of my cock and she then pushed her hands back onto my cock, pushing it up against my stomach so she could run her tongue from the balls right up to the head. Her tongue worked on wiping up some of the spit that had spilled down my cock all while she continued this sheer torturous blowjob.
Emilia opened her mouth up and then pushed her lips right back down, her lips sliding all the way down to the halfway mark and as soon as she did that, her lips pressed down firmly and when she moved her lips back up, I could see that she had left a red lipstick mark on my length. Her eyes flicked up at me and she had a wide smile wrapped around her face, even with her mouth obscenely penetrated by my cock. Pulling her mouth up off of my cock, Emilia lazily slapped my cock against her lips and right cheek before she wrapped a hand around my base and started stroking me.
"How you doing there then birthday boy?"
"Doing... Doing okay..." I managed to let out, despite Emilia's stellar handjob and blowjob.
"Just okay? I need to up my game then." She said, a sexy smirk on her face as she ran her tongue over her lips and teeth before opening her mouth up wide again and then going right back to sucking on my cock. Her lips were sealed down tight around my cock and her lips were working up and down, slowly sucking on me and taking my cock all the way into her mouth. Slipping her lips up and down on my cock, Emilia had her hand wrapped around my base and the other one was firmly laid on my nuts, her fingers were squeezing on my sack while her hand was wrapped firmly on my cock and jerking it up and down while her lips came down to meet my cock. As she sucked on me, my head kept falling back as I just felt the sheer pleasure that she was giving me. Emilia offered my nuts a firmer squeeze which made me lift my head up and look down at her while she sucked on me.
Her lips felt so truly divine and while her lips slid up and down on my shaft, I could feel Emilia wanting nothing more than to have me cum hard in her mouth and as she sucked on me, I was close as well. Emilia's eyes were looking up and we had a maintained eye contact as she worked her lips up and down, her lips working like she was ready to make me cum just from this picture perfect blowjob. As she sucked on me, her lips still working up and down, there was a series of quick knocks at the door. Turning to look at it, I felt another squeeze on my balls and I was forced to look right back at her and that same stellar feeling of an orgasm coming back into my veins while she sucked up and down on me. Her hand continued to jerk up and down on me and she was constantly trying to coax an orgasm out of me while she slobbered on my cock, more spit pooled out of her mouth as she sucked on me.
"Emilia... Let me in!" A hushed voice came from the other side of the door and made the beautiful woman on her knees, roll her eyes and finally slip herself up from her kneeling position and then moved over to the door. Wiping at her lips, Emilia cracked the door open and in rushed a Natalie Dormer who was clad in a set of stockings and what looked like a silk robe that was tied tight around her body. Walking in, she looked at Emilia and then over to me before rolling her eyes.
"Started without me?" She asked, her eyes focusing on my spit slick dick.
"Kind of. I'm sorry! I just wanted a taste!" Emilia protested, walking back into the room with Natalie as the two women stood before me, looking down at me with folded arms.
"You can make it up to me." Natalie said with a smirk, slapping Emilia on the ass. "In the meantime..." Natalie said, looking over to me. She took hold of my hands that had been resting on the sides of the couch and then placed it on the string of the robe. "Unwrap your present birthday boy..."
Shifting in place while Emilia excused herself from the conversation by simply walking away, I took a firm grip of the strings from the robe and gave it a simple tug. The robe loosened and she became fully exposed to me. Wearing a black two piece with matching stockings, Natalie was stood before me in a very sexy lingerie set. The bra and panties were both very lacy and the bra did have a red accent to it, it looked like some of the stitching was bright red and definitely complimented the black of the material. Natalie slowly turned on her heel, showing off her round ass and the fact that she was wearing panties and not a thong. She also had on a belt that was keeping the stockings up, the clasps of the stockings also had a set of bright red hearts to show off the fact that this was a Valentine's Day set.
Lucky me...
Natalie finally stopped with her rotations and was now facing me. Her eyes were staring down at my hard cock and I could almost see her mouth watering at the prospect of it. Getting down to her hands and knees, Natalie slowly crawled over to me, her hands coming up and steadying herself while she was between my legs. Her hands came up and she held my thick shaft in her hands, curling her fingers around my cock and stroking her hands up and down, Natalie continued until she was satisfied.
"So, Emilia's already got you worked up?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"That bitch... We were supposed to do this together." Natalie complained, her hands working up and down against my cock. "Oh well." Looking down at my cock, her eyebrows arched slowly. "That where she got to?" Natalie asked, her lips coming down and pressing at the lipstick mark Emilia had left on me.
"Yeah, that was as deep as she got." I answered, looking down at her.
Natalie offered me a casual smirk before opening her mouth and then pushing her lips all the way down. Sliding my cock right inside of her mouth and not stopping until she had breezed past the lipstick mark and she had her own nose nestled in my pubic hair. While she was working on sucking my cock, I could feel my cock throbbing and I had little doubt that Natalie had been practicing. Slowly pulling her lips back, Natalie's eyes opened and she was looking up at me with a dirty, flirty smirk on her face. Slowly pushing her lips right back down on me, I couldn't even see the lipstick mark that Emilia had left on my cock any more as she sucked up and down on me. Her fingers were firmly implanted on the insides of my thighs, her nails leaving little crescent marks on the insides of my skin as she bobbed her head on me.
Moaning wildly, I ran my hands through her blonde hair and kept her hair out of her face as she sucked on me. Her bright blues opened up and she looked up at me while I had a handful of her blonde hair. Slowly pulling her lips up off of my cock, Natalie opened her mouth and ran her tongue over my cock while smiling up at me.
"If you're going to pull my hair, at least make sure you can ram your cock in my mouth."
"You want me to..."
"Fuck my face? Yes, I do." Natalie said with a dirty smirk, slipping my hand from her hair and standing up, walking over to the bed and getting up onto her hands and knees. Her eyes watched as I got up and kicked away my pants and underwear, walking over to where Natalie was perched on the edge of the bed, I made my way over to the Tyrell actress and as I walked, the spit on my cock threatened to drop off, long strands of saliva were fastened to my cock. Natalie reached over with a free hand, working on steadying my cock while I stood before her face. Sliding my hands through her hair, I worked my hips forward and my cock slowly slipped between her lips. Holding her hair, I worked my hips backwards so that just the tip was left in her mouth, and then I worked myself forward, the same tip working on bumping against her throat and making her gag. Looking down at her, I saw she was determined, and using that last thrust, I pulled my hips back and then pushed them right back forward again, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth.
Seeing she was focused on it, I started to slide my hips backwards and forward, pushing my cock backwards and forwards, the spit slick dick was disappearing inside her mouth with ease. Natalie wriggled from side to side as she blinked several times, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks as she rolled her hips around.
Keeping her palms flat on the bed, I could feel the back of the woman's throat press against my cock, giving it some resistance but with a simple push, my cock slipped past the barrier and soon, my entire length was slipping in and out of her mouth and her throat. Keeping a handful of her hair, I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, feeding my dick inside of her mouth and her throats which only made Natalie moan more. Her hand came up off of the mattress and she reached between her legs, slipping a finger inside of herself as I continued to fuck her face. I could smell Natalie's arousal and every single push of my hips forward seemed to only encourage more of the dampness that was no doubt forming between Natalie's legs. Starting to increase the pace, to the point where I was effectively using the beautiful woman's mouth as a vagina, I could feel my own orgasm creeping up with every single time my balls slapped against her chin. Saliva was pooling out of her mouth and down her chin and every time my cock slipped inside of her mouth and throat, it provoked a loud, lewd mixture of coughing and gagging. Pulling my cock out so that just my tip was left inside of her mouth, I watched the long strand of spit form from her lips to my dick's tip as she sucked up some much needed air.
"Have fun?" Emilia asked, prompting us both to look over to her. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, the door open slightly and making her cast an almost eerie shadow. Standing in a not so lacy but just as enticing set, Emilia was wearing a bright red set of a bra and a thong, no stockings like Natalie though. Walking over to us, she got on her knees next to the bed and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, scooping up some of Natalie's spit. "Two presents to unwrap now! Aren't you lucky?" She said, a teasing lick over my cock's head. She didn't give me much of a chance to respond though, her mouth was open and she was going right back to sliding her lips up and down on my cock. Natalie wiped under her eyes, cleaning her skin on the salty tears before she slipped off of the bed and moved down next to her costar. Wrapping her arm around Emilia's shoulders, Natalie slipped her head in between my legs and placed one of my balls into her mouth. Sucking on it while Emilia sucked on my cock, I could feel both of their tongues working on my skin and making my own body feel like jelly. The two women's hands came up and slowly guided me down so that I was sat on the edge of the bed while they both sucked on me.
Emilia lifted her lips up off of my cock and moved them onto the side of my length, prompting Natalie to let my ball fall from her mouth and she came up to attach the other side. Her lips pressing with Emilia's and their tongues touching each other's as they both moved up and down on my rock hard cock. As they double worked on me, I felt another tremor inside of me and a hot bubble of precum left my length. The girls each ran their tongue over my head, their voices moaning around my cock as they licked my precum up. As Natalie's tongue ran around me clockwise and Emilia went anti clockwise, I couldn't hold it in any more. My orgasm took over and I started to cum. Emilia was the first to get it though, closing her mouth over my head as I fired rope after hot rope into her hungry, waiting mouth. While I came, Natalie was quick to place my balls back into her mouth, sucking on them both hungrily as I emptied them into Emilia's mouth.
As soon as I stopped cumming, I fell back down to the edge of the bed and watched as Emilia slowly pulled her mouth up off of my cock and showed me the creamy white mess that had pooled on her tongue. She then nudged Natalie who came up off of my balls and the two women got into a passionate embrace. I could see their mouths opening and their tongues were running over each other's, sharing my load with a hot kiss. Sitting back and watching them go at it, I could only groan in pleasure as they eagerly ran their tongues over each other's until my cum was nothing and they had shared my load completely.
With my dick soft now after the stellar double blowjob from the two women, I knew I was going to need to take some time to catch my breath again and come back down to Earth. Looking at the women who were kneeling down now in front of me, their arms wrapped around each others bodies all while they looked at each other and then kissed each other again before turning to look at me. Natalie's mouth came up to Emilia's ear and she whispered something before gently nibbling on Emelia's ear. The Star Wars Story actress giggled and nodded her head, turning to face the woman who played the scheming Margaery Tyrell. The two shared another hot kiss before Emilia pushed Natalie onto her back. The brunette woman turned to face me to let me know just what the game plan was.
"So, while you recover, me and Natalie here are going to pretty much eat each other out. You can watch too." She said simply. Natalie bit down on her index finger and nodded her head, looking at me and then over to Emilia who was happy to follow up on what she had just said. Natalie elegantly spread her legs and let Emilia go to work on her costar. With the blonde flat on her back and her legs spread, the brunette moved up on her hands and knees and crawled forward. Emilia's hands ran along the stocking covered legs of Natalie before she moved the flats of her hands up to the hot insides of Natalie's thighs before she reached up with a probing right index finger and slowly curled h
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( words from the author)
Ok people I rush my first story and I change my mind with the 3rd person story I make in a telling myself story and his story has got noting to do with my sex life and sometimes I don't how to spell difficult words! and in my 1st story I rush like hell because I had to go on guild wars ASAP and my second part of the story I took time on it and am writing his out while am offline so I don't know how that story went! and how his story is the last of Nathan's lucky days and when I started a new series called Dragon Lord and is a half yiffy and half just plain action and horror! so I hope to god that you look forward to it! :-( and the story!
11/05/2006 9am
I woke up by the sound of my door bell downstairs I got out of bed slowly plus I was naked so I put my jeans on and rush to the door. I look into the eye hole on my door and see Tracy and she look upset. I open the door and Tracy fell in my arms with tears and I got in the house. I made her a cup of tea and ask her...
"why are you in tears?" I said "Its my mum and dad they kick me out and they are looking for you" she said with fear in her eyes "you told them about the night me and you and Jane sleeping together?" I said "they know that I had sex with you my sister my little sister spotted me jumping on you at the door" said say with sadness in her eyes
I shit myself when the words of her mum and dad found out about me and then a police car came up and a dog came to my door and ask for me!
"ok Nathan I have been told about you having sex with his girl and I placing under arrest for under age sex" said the cop "WHAT THE! Under age sex Tracy how old are you?" I said shock "15" she said "so how can you drive a bus? "I lie about my age and my mum and dad was in money problems so I got a work by lying about my age and also got by the driver past as well" she said
The copper got my hands and cuff them up and send me into the car and I was off to the police station and am in right shit! 10 mins later I got to the station and they did my paws and DNA and I was in a room with 2 people asking me...
"Ok Nath if I can called you that when did you meet Tracy?" they said "I met when I started work I get on the bus where she works and the past few months we got to know each other" I said "Tracy Parents are the ones that reported you for under sex age and from your angle you been in a mess up true?" they said "yep" I said
I walked out of the room with the 2 people and Tracy dad run towards me but the 3 coppers stop him.
Tracy Father was a copper too he was 6 foot tall and big arms and big teeth! And if he did get me he would off rip my head off!
"You Bastard! Having sex with my girl! You sick fuck!" said her father with fury in his eyes! "Please Mr wolf! I did not know!" I said with fear in my eyes "don't go near my girl again!" as sold as he said knew that the party was fuck up!
Time to think! Got it! I have a sex party with Jane and her friend.
Later...
Ok let get the party started!
Tracy came with 3 of her mates and her mates were called Jo the Bear Holly the Parrot and Maxine the Lioness and they are hot! I started to chat me up!
"Hello handsome let get the party started" said Holly "sure is a sex party let go!" I said with joy.
Holly, Jo, Max, and Jane started to take my cloths off and Holly put her hand down my pants and tickle my balls while Jo and max started to give me love bites. When Jane jump on top of me and ask Holly to get my cock out holly poke out my cock and put it up Jane's pussy and Jane did all the actions and Jo and max put her tits in my face.
"You know you got the nice lips the lips between your legs" I said
Down and up Jane went and Holly push Jane off my cock and Holly put her wet pussy on my cock and Jo and Max did the sixty ninety on each other while Holly and Jane was on top of me Jane ass on my face and Holly Pussy on my cock wow I night was great! And slowly I cum in Holly pussy and the worse happens wow you see am talking from heaven because since that time I had sex it was my last...
"fucking hell that was good" I said "and now Nathan time for dinner" Jane said "what we having" I said "bird and fox roast" she said while she got her claws out "Jane I hope your fucking joking!" I said I look at Holly her face was bloody face with the claws mark by Jo the bear and max the lioness came to me my heart was humping with fear!
And when it was dark...a light I looked up and I look down it was a dark red flames catching my feet I was going to hell...
Well Hell is Heaven for me because you can have sex here and get whip with a naked devil woman and she on to me! Hell was good but it not evil place before I got into this place here was 2 hole and went into the right hole while I seen the evil man himself Satan...
I watch my death from death TV my cock and balls got rip off they use them for sex toys! Well my huts and cock was useful
Ok that the end of his story and a Other Begins in a world of evil and magic
Daniel Mission Coming soon...
By Njhcerebus 11/5/2006
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*(This is my third story for Literotica)*
Here I am.
I am the 9 Stone Cum Queen.
My cunt is tighter than your wife's.
I am five foot six. That's the perfect weight for my height, a doctor told me.
I'm a good height for the average man. When I'm wearing heels and I bend over a table I find my cunt is at just the right height for the average man to slide his cock into.
Are you an average man? Would you like to bend me over your table?
Here I am. I'm in a house in the suburbs. I am wearing fishnet hold ups and black high heels. I have a man's cock in my hand. I have just wanked him off into the face of his big-titted wife.
His cock is still dribbling cum. It runs over my knuckles. It falls and splatters on her enormous tits.
Are you married? Do you have a girl? Does she let you come on her face? Does she flinch?
I never flinch.
Here I am. It is earlier the same day. I am lying on the sofa. I am wearing a string of pearls and nothing else. The sun streams through the window. The sun feels good on my tits.
My tits are 30Ds. Do you understand what that means? They are a good handful. You could take one in each hand. Your hands would be full.
I think you could call them big tits. Not massive, but big. If you saw me out on a summer's day wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra you would think; "I want to fuck that girl and her big tits."
I bring out that sort of reaction in men.
Me don't buy me flowers. Men come up to me and say; "I want to fuck you in the mouth. I want to fuck you up the ass."
Here I am. Lying on the sofa. Sun on my tits. Finger up my ass. Smile on my face.
The phone rings. I answer.
"Hello?"
"9 stone cum queen?"
"Yes."
"This is 11 Stone Whore Wife."
"Hey! How are you?"
"Bored, horny. I was wondering if you would like to come round and eat me out?"
This is how my friends and me talk all the time. Isn't it incredible? Sometimes I phone up my friend John and I say; "Johnny, would you be so kind as to come over and spray my tits with cum? I've been fucking myself with my fingers all afternoon and even though I've come several times but I really want to jerk myself off with some fresh spunk smeared over my filthy titties. If you're busy, you wouldn't need to come in, you could get yourself hard on the way over and when you arrive I could just open the door and drop to my knees. You could shoot all over me whilst I squeeze and pinch my tits. Would you mind terribly?"
In my fifth story for Literotica I will go to a Barbeque and end up with four men's cum on my perfect tits. It will be the messiest and gooiest I have ever gotten my breasts.
"Oh 11 Stone, you live such a long way away. It takes me over an hour just to get there! How can you entice me?"
"Well if you came over now, my husband is home in a couple of hours it would be a nice surprise for him."
"If I come over and lick your cunt and ass out, maybe finger-fuck you. Make you come a couple of times, would you let me wank your husband?"
"Of course I would darling, but normal rules apply." She said.
"OK, I'll be there in an hour or so." I replied.
"Look forward to seeing you, and remember, dress up!"
"Always"
What 11 Stone Whore Wife meant when she said 'normal rules apply' is this; 11 Stone and her husband can screw who ever they like but he must always save his cum for her alone.
I think it's a shame for a girl to stick to one flavour but there you go.
I do like rules though.
I have lots of rules for sex. I like working within limitations.
Here are some of my rules.
Rule 1: I will only be fucked up the ass on my birthday. I had my first anal on my 21st Birthday and since then I've decided to wait until that day every year. It's my extra special treat.
In my ninth story for Literotica I will tell you about six of my seven ass-fuckings. I will explain exactly how I like to be taken up the rear.
In my tenth story I will tell you about my 24th Birthday when I chose a cock that was too big to fit up my ass.
Rule 2: I will never have straight vanilla sex with a man. By vanilla I mean normal naked sex. I have vowed to always add at least one extra kink to proceedings. Like...
...doing it in a public place.
...wearing heels.
...wearing stockings or hold ups.
...doing it with a guy and a girl at the same time.
...doing it with two guys at once.
...doing it with three guys at once.
...doing it with four guys at once.
Rule 3. If a guy comes on my face, or on my tits, or on my clothes I will not wash it off until I get home. When I walk down the street people will see and say; that girl has got cum on her face.
Rule 4. I will never fuck more than five guys on one go. I'm not a slut you know.
11 Stone Whore Wife wants me to dress up, I love to dress up for her, and she likes to dress up for me too.
Here's what I wear.
I put on lilac bra and skimpy panties with black lace frills. This is high class stuff. You know those powerful beautiful women in business suits that you know are way out of your league? They wear underwear like this.
I pull on fine fish-net hold ups. They stop midway up my thigh. You know your favourite piece of porn? The one where your favourite porn star wears beautiful fishnets and gets fucked by two guys on the floor. You walk around all day with a hard on wishing you could have a girl who'd wear fishnet hold ups and lie on the floor for you. Well these are those kind of fishnets.
I put on a red one piece dress that hugs my tits and ass and is just a little short, stopping an inch or two above my knees. The bottom of the dress is pleated and flares out. It lets the wind up so my cunt feels cool. When I cross and uncross my legs men will see flashes of my stocking tops and my bare thighs. You know those confidant sexy older women who wear tight dress over their big tits and asses. They're a little too old for you, but you know they are from higher stock and you know they suck cock better than your wife or girlfriend ever could. Well this is the type of dress they wear.
I slip on black shoes with four-inch heels and a thin ankle strap. I can walk easily in high heels. I can fuck in high heels. If I were to take your cock into my mouth I would kneel in such a way that you could see I was wearing high heels. You would come in the mouth of a girl with high heels.
Listen. It's important you know exactly what type of shoes these are. They a matt black leather, they are closed and rounded at the toe. Even though the heel is long, it is not really thin; it is maybe a quarter inch wide. They have a slightly retro feel to them. Like a sexy shoe from the 1950s.
There are expensive shoes. You know those girls who you can never dream of having? Those girls who are just way out of your league? They wear shoes like this. They fuck in shoes like this.
In my first story for Literotica I wore red shiney shoes with four inch heels and two tiny ankle straps.
In my second story I wore bright yellow shoes with three inch heels.
In my fourth story I will get fucked hard in 6 inch heels that I can barely walk in. It will be absurd.
I go outside. I walk to the train station.
The dress is tight around my tits, did I say that already?
The dress is tight around my ass, did I say that already?
The dress has inch wide shoulder straps, it shows my bare arms and shoulders.
The dress flares out at the bottom. It's a sunny day but the cool breeze lifts my dress just slightly.
Men can't keep their eyes of my long fishnet legs.
Men can't keep their eyes of my tight high ass.
I get on a tube to Liverpool street station.
On the tube I sit in front of a guy. I cross and uncross my legs. He can see the stops of my stockings. I think maybe the skirt might just be short enough that he can see a glimpse of the stocking tops. We get off at the same stop and I stand close behind him on the escalator so that my breasts lightly brush against his back. I lean forward and whisper in his ear; "I can fit three fingers up my cunt. I can fit my thumb up my ass-hole but it hurts a little."
I take a train out to the suburbs. It takes me to a town beginning with B.
I sit opposite another guy. I cross and uncross my legs so he can see my stocking tops. I do it so many times that he knows I'm doing it on purpose. He stares long at my legs and looks up my skirt. He rubs himself a little. I lean over and move in close to his ear. He can see down the top of my dress. I whisper; "I get fucked up the ass once a year. On my birthday. On my twenty fourth birthday I chose a cock that was too big. We kept trying but couldn't get the cock to fit up my tight ass-hole."
I leave him and walk to another part of the train.
In my fourth story for Literotica I will choose a guy at random on a train and let him fuck me hard.
I get off the train at a town beginning with B. I come out of the station and turn left. I take the second turning on the right. I turn left and then right again. 11 Stone Whore Wife lives at number 48. If you can find her house you win a prize.
She will suck you off on her doorstep.
11 Stone opens the door.
11 Stone is a big, sexy, strong older woman with long curly auburn hair. She is 37. She has absolutely massive G cup tits. That is freakishly big. She has a big fat ass too but that doesn't mean she's fat herself. She isn't fat; she is big. She goes in at the waist.
She has a white cashmere jumper that is too small and is stretched tight over her massive boobs. She is wearing a tight knee length skirt that has a slit up the side. She is wearing bright red 'fuck me' five-inch heels. She is wearing black nylons.
11 Stone has a cock sucking mouth. You know just to look at it.
I met her when I was young. She taught me how to suck cocks. We would go to pubs and find men and take them home. She would sit on a sofa whilst I got on my knees and sucked their meat. She would tell me where I was going wrong.
She taught me how to take their full length.
She taught me how to tease their helmets.
She taught me how to cup their balls in my hand.
She taught me how to look them in the eye.
She taught me how to swallow.
She taught me how to take it in the face and not flinch.
When 11 Stone opens the door we share a long sweet slow kiss. I never kiss a man this way. Our breasts touch each other.
She leads me into the kitchen. She makes me coffee. She sits on a high stool. She cross her legs. Her nylons are thin and shear. I know that they are stockings and that she is wearing suspenders. I can see the tops of her nylons through the slit in her skirt. The tops of her stocking are a neat black band. Her stockings have a seam that run up the back.
I say to 11 Stone; "Two weeks ago I went out in stockings like that. I found a guy and got him to come over my face in the middle of the street. I didn't let him touch me or anything. He just shot over my lips and chin. I wrote about it and stuck it on the internet."
11 Stone says to me; "I wore white stilletto heels and a tight mini skirt to the park the other day. I found three young men who said I was a slag. They called me a dirty whore. I slipped off my slutty black see-through knickers. I made each one of them come into my panties, whilst I showed them my massive tits. I played with my nipples and fondled my boobs whilst they took turns to soak my panties in spunk. I took the panties back and put them back on. They were absolutely drenched in cum. I wore them all day and then later that night I told my husband. I stuffed the panties in my mouth and held them there whilst he fucked me. Standing up, against the mirror."
I say to 9 Stone; "I went to a club last week and chose three men at random. One by one I let them come to a cubicle in the girls toilets where they took turns to fill my mouth up with their jizz. One was fat, one was ginger, one was married. I wrote about it and put the story on the internet."
11 Stone says to me; "My husband phoned me whilst he was fucking a nineteen year old in his car. She was dressed in a cheap mini skirt and had pale fat legs. He said he had paid her just twenty pounds. She had sucked him for five minutes and then he just got her legs up high on the back seat. He pulled her slutty thong to one side and pounded her hairy ugly pussy. I said that he had to remember the rules and he had to save his spunk for me. He drove home fast. He walked through the door with his cock hard and erect. He forced me to the floor and rammed his cock in my gob. I could smell teenage cunt on his cock. He started pumping cum into my mouth straight away. There was so much I started choking."
I get on my knees and crawled over to 11 Stone sitting on her stool. She opened her legs as far as they could go in her tight skirt. I look in between her legs and see that her cunt is bare. She is wearing no panties. I run my hands up and down her nylon calves.
I love the feeling of nylon. I stroked slowly and gently. I move my head forward between her knees and take in the beautiful, musty smell of this gorgeous older woman's cunt.
I stroke the nylon. I lick her shoes. I like her shiny red leather five inch heels. I stroke her nylons. I lick her nylons.
She pulls her skirt up her legs. It is hard. The dress is tight. She gets it up past her stocking tops. She lifts her heavy ass up and gets the tight dress round so it's up by her waist.
Her cunt is exposed. Her cat is out. She has a neatly trimmed bush. She has deep red pubic hair.
The poor woman wants me to lick her snatch. She is moving her pelvis back and forward. She wants this beautiful firm twenty seven year old to eat her cunt.
But I'm not finished stroking her nylons. Kissing her nylons. Kissing her shoes. Licking her shoes.
She lifts her legs up and hooks each one over my shoulders. I run my hands up her legs and down the back of her thighs. Following the seam all the way. I run my hands over the smooth white flesh above her stocking tops.
My red glossy lips are centimetres away from her lightly pulsing pussy.
From where she is sitting she can see my tight arse sticking out with me on all fours. She can see my heels.
She says; "Please lick my snatch. Please lick my cunt. Please lick my slit."
I run my tongue up her slit.
I kiss her clitoris.
I lick her snatch.
I bury my face in this gorgeous 37 year old woman's warm pussy.
I eat cunt.
My face is full of cunt.
All I can taste is cunt.
All I can smell is cunt.
She is wet. I have her cunt juice all over my mouth all over my chin and face.
We stay this way for ages. Her strong legs are wrapped around me. Her heels dig in my back. I stroke her nylons. I eat cunt.
I am so grateful to her for letting me eat her cunt. Her cunt is beautiful. I suck and slurp down as much as I can of her cunt juice.
I slip my tongue right inside. Right inside her cunt as far as it will go.
11 Stone has a looser cunt then mine. She has had such a lot of cock. She can take two cocks in her cunt at the same time. I have never done this. I don't think I could fit two cocks in my cunt at the same time. I think it would be impossible.
I once said to 11 Stone; "Next time you take two cocks in your cunt can I come and watch?"
I pull away from 11 Stone. She looks disappointed. I stand up and pull my skirt up. I get my skimpy lacy lilac panties and pull them down over my long fishnet stockings. I leave them around my knees and get back down on my knees.
Both our cunts are free.
11 Stone is only the second person to see my shaven cunt in my literotica stories so far.
We get back to the same position. Her legs are over my shoulders. I get back to her cunt. She is happy. I am happy. My legs are wide. My panties are stretched tight between my legs. I didn't take them off. It's sexier this way. I look like someone who didn't have time to take them off. My cunt and ass are exposed but I am still fully clothed. My knickers are stretched tight between my wide open legs.
If you were to walk in with your hard cock, you would have the choice of three holes.
You couldn't fuck my mouth because I'm eating her cunt.
You couldn't fuck her cunt because I'm eating it.
You couldn't fuck her ass because she's sitting on it.
Theoretically you could fuck my ass but I wouldn't let you because it's not my birthday.
You could fuck her mouth. You could slide you cock into the slut mouth of this big tittied whore whilst I eat her cunt.
You could fuck my cunt hole. You could get behind me and stick it into my tight shaven cunt.
I have a tight cunt. If you had a small cock I could tighten my cunt walls around your cock and make it tight. If you had a medium cock it would be a good fit. You would fit in nice and tight. If you had a big cock it would stretch my cunt. It would hurt, but I would like it.
I have had too much cunt. I need air. I need some attention myself.
I get up and take 11 Stone Whore Wife by the hand and lead her to her living room.
I get on the sofa and get my legs up high. My knickers around my ankles they are stretched tight between my widepen legs.
I sit like that whilst 11 Stone pulls her tight cashmere jumper over her tits. She pull the jumper off. Her tits are truly gigantic. She wears a black lace bra that does nothing to contain these truly tremendous boobs.
She unhooks her bra and massive globes swing free. She is a freak.
Her skirt is wrapped around her waist. She is wearing stocking and suspenders and high red heels. Her cunt is dripping wet.
She gets on her knees. She stroked my fishnets. She licks my fishnets. She kisses my high heels.
She licks my cunt. She licks my cunt good.
In my first story I denied my cunt.
In my second story I denied my cunt.
In this story my cunt is not denied. The beautiful woman will make me come but you will have to wait until my next story before I take a cock up my cunt.
How many times do you think I will say the word 'cunt'? Does your wife say 'cunt?' Does your girlfriend say 'cunt?' Say hi to her for me.
11 Stone Whore Wife licks the shaven cunt of her 27 year old friend.
She loves the taste. I grab the back of her head and push her head deep down into my crutch. She strokes my fishnet hold ups.
It takes her ten minutes to make me come. This is how she does it. She licks my clit lightly, quickly intensely. She puts her long tongue up my cunt. She takes it out, then licks my clit light and fast again. She does this pattern five times.
She tells me she is going to stick her little finger up my tight ass-hole and that I will come with her finger up my ass.
She know's how rarely I let my shit-hole get invaded. She pushes my legs back further so my ass hole is fully exposed.
Only I know how far apart my legs go. Only I know how far apart I can stretch my ass-hole.
She lubricates my ass-hole with her tongue. I have a woman's tongue rimming my sweet little hole. She's running it round and round. She takes pussy juice from her own sloppy cunt and runs it over my ass-hole. She is tasting her own cunt and my ass.
She slides her tongue inside my ass-hole. Her tongue is up my ass. It feels fucking fantastic.
If you were to walk in now there would be three holes you could fuck with your hard cock.
You could slide you cock into my mouth. I would take it with no complaint.
You could fuck her wet pussy. She is so wet she would barely feel it. You would have to fuck her very hard.
Or you could fuck her up the ass. 11 Stone Whore Wife loves being fucked up the ass and is much less fussy than me. She would love it. She would say; "Thankyou for fucking me up the shit-hole whilst I have my tongue up her ass."
I am close to coming. She takes her tongue out of my ass hole and swaps it for her finger.
She slips her finger her up my ass hole. She fucks my asshole with my finger.
I say; "You have your finger up my shit-hole"
I look her in the eyes and say; "Fuck my ass with your finger. Lick my clit and make me come."
She fucks my ass with her finger. She tongues my clit. Ever so light, ever so fast.
This is how I come. When I come I sound like a woman having a baby. I grit my teeth and make a long dirty groaning sound. If you lived next door you would hear it.
As I come I push down hard on to 11 Stone's finger. Her finger is as deep as it can go in my ass. I ooze pussy juice over her face. My nipples go rock hard.
11 Stone Whore Wife pulls away and I slump back on the sofa. I am still fully clothed. My knickers are around my ankles.
This is the first time I have come in my Literotica stories.
The phone rings. 11 Stone answers it. She is standing there in red heels, stockings and suspender. No panties, no bra, but her skirt is still hitched up around her waist.
"Hello Dave"
11 Stone's Husband is called Dave or something. Who cares.
"I have just fucked 9 Stone Cum Queen up the ass with my little finger. She came on my face. I absolutely reek of her cunt. She is sitting on her sofa in black high heels and fishnet hold ups. She has a sexy red dress on. Her knickers are down round her ankles."
She listens to the phone for a moment.
"No, Dave you can't do that. You can't fuck her and you can't fuck me either, here is what will happen. You will walk through the door and get your cock out. Your cock will be hard and ready to explode because you have to think about your wife being fucked by this beauty all the way home.
She will take your cock in her hand and beat you off till you explode your cum into your whore wife's face.
We don't need you to make us come. We just need your jizz. 9 Stone will make me come three times before you get home."
She puts the phone down. She is right; I make her come three times.
I make her come once by eating out her ass. She gets on all fours and I bury my face in her arse crack and eat and eat. I gorge myself on her sweet anus. I stroke and massage her giant cheeks. She fucks herself with three fingers. When she comes she screams out; "Jesus fucking Christ you fucking whore!"
My knickers are still hanging around my ankles. When they fall off. I slip them back on.
I make her come a second time by getting into a sixty-nine position. I sit on her face and grind my pussy down onto her mouth. I ram her pussy with four fingers of one hand. I fuck her ass with two fingers of my other hand. I come a little bit too. When she comes she cries; "gggggggrrrrrnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!"
I am still fully clothed. Only my knickers are down my legs. Every time I get up I correct myself. I make sure my hold ups are straight and smooth. My nipples are so rock hard. They need attention but I deny them.
I make her come a third time by fucking her cunt with the end of a wine bottle. I fuck her furiously whilst she is standing up. Her knees buckle and she nearly falls over. As she starts to come I bite down on one of her large brown nipples hard, really hard. When she comes she cries, "You fucking dirty, dirty bitch. You dirty fucking beautiful cock whore!"
I pull my knickers up so they are round my knees.
We fall on to the sofa. The door opens and Dave/thingy walks. He has a 9 inch erection in his hand.
He can see his exhausted wife in stockings and heels. Her hands and face stink of my ass and cunt.
He can see the most beautiful girl he knows dressed in fishnet hold ups and a fabulous tight red dress. She has a single string of white pearls around her neck. Her knickers are around her knees. He can see up her dress. He can see my cunt.
He wants to fuck me up the ass. He always has done.
11 Stone Whore Wife gets on her knees in front of her husband. I get on my knees and take his cock in my hand.
I'm good at this. I know what to do. I can squeeze the cock slightly as well as pulling up and down on the shaft. I pay special attention to the ridge around the helmet.
I look up into his eyes.
I say; "I can make my tits feel like a cunt. I can squeeze them hard around your cock and make them feel like a nice tight cunt."
He is trying to hold back. He wants to savour this magnificent moment.
I use my other hand to cup his balls.
I say; "My cunt is tighter than your whore wife's. My legs are longer. My skin is smoother. Empty yourself on your filthy slut of a wife."
11 Stone says; "Bitch."
Dave says; "Ugh."
His face grimaces. His eyes are screwed up.
I touch his helmet once, gently, with my tongue and say, "Its OK honey, just let go."
I aim his cock in 11 Stone's face. He lets go. He shoots an arch of cum that streaks across he face diagonally. Its crosses over her eyelid so she has to keep it half closed.
He says, "You dirty fucking sluts."
A second shot lands across her forehead and gets into her hair.
A third shot gets in her hair again. She has lots of cum in her hair.
I direct his cock at her tits. He sprays two more loads of cum over her beautiful big tits. Her tits drip with cum.
Some last drops of cum oozes from his helmet over my knuckles.
Here I am.
My knickers are round my knees.
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(((Kittius: Woot! My first uploaded yiffy story and second yiffy story ever written! My last one got deleted from my computer so it's gone so this is my first time posting a story with yiff in it on the internet! Please rate and comment honestly! Thanks in advance to everyone who reads. Constructive criticism is welcome! Flames are not! 3)))
Entry 1:
Erm...I don't really know what to write here...mom gave me this diary out of the blue today because she thinks it's healthy to write out my thoughts or something...I guess it couldn't hurt to try, though it's kind of a wierd gift to just hand to a guy my age. Whatever...
* Several months and numerous entries later... - -
Entry 55:
Ug! Bloody hell! The other night while camping with some friends I was attacked by some fucking wolf creature. He slashed me across the face with his claws and put three huge gashes on it. I bled like crazy for the longest time. My compaions and I ran to the car and drove to the nearest hospital, me pouring blood all the while. We finally arrived at the emergency room and the nurses immediately began fixing me up. Now I have three huge cuts going diagonally down my face. I hope I don't get an infection. I swear to god if I do I'm hunting that bastard down and chopping his fucking head off! Damnit!
Entry 56:
It's been about a week since my last writing. I finally went back home and looked around wondering where everyone was. Then I rememberd my parents were off on an extravegant, second hooneymoon lasting a few weeks and my brother had just moved out a few days before my own trip. Here I am, a twenty-two year old white guy just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with nothing to do. On a different subject, ever since my last journal entry I've been having strange dreams where I was running close to the ground. I must have been on my hands and feet. I was frantically searching for something but I couldn't figure out what it was until I caught it. As I leaped at my prey, I recognized it as a deer before promptly ripping out it's throat. I woke up sweating up a storm. What the hell is wrong with me? Does it have something to do with the wolf that attacked me? No..I'm just being paranoid...right?
Entry 57:
I had another terrible dream last night. I thought it was real at first because I opened my eyes and I was in a cave. I then suddenly felt very hungry. As I stood up, I realized I was low to the ground again. I went outside and it was night time. Looking up at the moon, I gave a loud howl. I woke up with beads of sweat going down my face and back. It seemed so real...
Entry 58:
Another dream...it started where the last one left off. I was still hungry and I could smell something in the distance. I ran further and further from the cave until I saw something close by. My vision was unusual and I noticed, despite it being night time, I could see extremely well. Chasing after the small form, I finally leaped at it before waking up, this time even more sweat on my body. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?
Entry 59:
I'm getting tired of these nightmares. The latest one seemed even more real than the others. The dream started as me flying through the air towards a small animal I soon recognized to be a rabbit. I landed on it and began tearing out it's insides before eating the meat contained within. I remember it being tender and juicy, one of the best things I've ever tasted. I woke up pouring sweat from my body and I quickly ran to the bathroom and filled the sink with water, splashing it on my face. Gazing into my reflection in the small pool of liquid in the porcelain sink, the scars on my face looked like they were glowing slightly. Could that have just been the reflection of the moonlight from the window on the water?
Entry 60:
This scrap of paper is barely legible, the words scribbled as if the writer was in terrible agony at the time. The following is the only part that makes any sense. IfI ShOUlD DIE pLAese Kno THt I livd A gUdLife. To WhoeveFiNDs THiS JoRUal Along With my bODY, TEll My brtHer Jhn that IM Orry aNdto PLEASE,,,... The rest is nothing but scribbles down the side of the paper ending with a large tear at the bottom, right hand corner of the page.
Entry 61:
On the my bedroom floor was amy journal. Flipping to the latest entry was a sheet of paper I must have wrote on when I was under that pain. I must have been certain my demise was imminent. From what I could figure, part of it stated that I was apologizing to my brother, John. He just moved out a few weeks ago and we had a rather big argument mainly consting of me yelling hurtful things that were mostly untrue and we haven't spoken since that fight. Him and my parents would always joke that I could be a bit bitchy sometimes and acted like such a girl in some things I do like yell for John to kill a spider for me. It would always embarass me when they'd say such things because mom and dad didn't know I was gay and John acted like he didnt care one way or another when I told him in private.
As I wrote before in earlier entries he's a twenty-seven year old psychologist now, though he looks and dresses more like a skater punk. He always wears cargo pants and a T-shirt with some sort of phrase or design on it. The only other thing he'll wear is when it's paticularly cold outside he will throw on a hoodie or on occasion a pair of sunglasses to block the sun. It's not a bad choice of outfits and even I wear the same sort of things most of the time. The one thing I admire about him most is his charming personality. He constantly seems to be in a good mood and rarely get's angry or depressed. That coupled with his short, blond hair and beautiful blue eyes almost make me wish he was gay and not my brother, just so we could have some "fun". His well toned body is nothing to sneeze at either compared with my own small frame and slender body. I often wish I could have a six-pack like him and not this smooth, unmuscular stomach. I'd love to run my fingers through his hair and...wow...getting steamed up just thinking about it. I've always had a thing for blonds. I tried bleaching my hair but it just turned out white so I gave that up. The fake color finally grew out and numerous haircuts later, I'm back to my normal, light brown hair.
Entry 62:
Today I want to the grocery store were I saw John. I tried to hide behind the bread isle but he spotted me immediately and approached me. we talked for awhile and eventually I apologized for the argument we had which he accepted in stride. I'm glad we finally made our peace. As he wrapped his arms around me in a close hug, I could feel my pants tighten a bit from being so close to him. After he let go and removed his arms, I told him about my dreams and he looked at me like I was crazy. He then joked that he treated a lot of army veterns who went a little insane every now and again. He told me it sounded like Post-Traumetic Stress Disorder brought on from the wolf attack. He also gave me his business card (of which I already have several) and reminded me I could always talk to him if I ever need to get something off my chest. I resisted the urge to mentioned I'd rather have HIM pressed UP against my chest in the throes of some forbidden deed or another and instead merely nodded at him. We eventually parted and I came back home and scrawled these sad, perverted thoughts here.
Entry 63:
Last night it finally happened. There's no doubt in my mind now that I'm afflicted with Lycanthropy. The giant wolf that bit me must have been a werewolf. I clearly remember the extreme pain and looking down at my arms, watching as thick fur grew all over them. I could feel my bones cracking and my muscles getting denser making me a faster, stronger, creature. As the transformation came to an end I gave a loud howl almost as if it was a reflex. That was the last thing I can remember before my vision went blurry and I blacked out. When I came to this morning, I once again had blood all over me and I felt oddly full. There was no need to even eat breakfast. I need to try and get this under control. I can't trust anyone enough to ask about this without being killed for being a werewolf so I'll have to figure this out on my own. For the first time in a long time, I wish I had my mother with me to tell me everything is going to be ok, even if it would be a lie...
Entry 64:
I transformed once again last night. When it was finished, I howled in reflex just like last time. I felt like I was going to black out again, but managed to hold on just long enough to run to the bathroom mirror and looked myself over. There was no skin left showing anywhere on my body. My entire form was covered in the dense fur. My head had large, pointy wolf ears, my eyes turned yellow and I had a long muzzle where my lips once were. I even had several whiskers just like that of a wolf. My hands were like human hands but furred like everywhere else. My fingernails had long claws protruding from them. Looking down at my feet, I saw that they were like human's feet as well, of course with fur on them. The claws on my foot-paws were sticking out, thicker yet shorter than the claws on my hands. Looking back, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw a large wolf tail sticking out from right above my ass. Luckily, I always wear loose clothes so instead of tearing them the transformation merely left them tight against my skin. The final thing I noticed that changed was my voice because I clearly had none! When I tried to speak, the only thing that could come out were grunts and growls. It was then that it became hard to see and I fell unconscious, unable to hold on again.
Entry 65:
I DID IT! Last night I transformed again and actually managed to avoid passing out! After the transformation came over me again, I heard my stomach rumble. It sounded really loud but then realized it must be because of my now, exceptional hearing! I then went outside and gazed into the woods behind my house. I started off trying to run on two legs and found out I can do so much faster than the average human. When I dropped down to all fours, my speed increased substantially and was able to quickly jump and dodge between trees and fallen logs with relative ease and enhanced dexterity. It was then I smelled the faint hint of something. After giving a few more whiffs I actually started to see little wavy lines leading into some brush. When I followed them, I came open a large bush and suddenly a buck jumped out. I proceeded to chase it, the whole time, the lines trailed behind it. I finally caught the deer and bit it's neck, breaking it and killing the animal I then began eating it with huge bites, each time chewing and swallowing large hunks of raw meat. Oddly enough, it was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Afterards, I used my nose to hunt a few more animals, chasing them throughout the forest. I finally realized that the wavy lines were the animals' scents! I Could SEE scent trails! What an amazing thing! I didn't kill the other animals since I was already satiated from my first hunt. I merely chased them to learn more about my new form. I did find a few dead animal carasses which must have been from my uncontrolled hunts before and I immediately felt a sense of relief, realizing I didn't kill any people during those nights. Eventually, it became dawn and as I jumped over the chain link fence and into my backyard, I suddenly fell to one knee and all of the fur simply fell off my body and drifted off into the wind. Running inside and to the bathroom mirror, I looked at it again. I was completely human once more. This may sound bad, but maybe this disease won't be such a bad thing after all...
Entry 66:
Today I spent my time trying to bring the transformation on at my own free will. At one point, after concentrating extremely hard, I actually managed to make my arm grow fur all over it before it quickly fell off and landed in a clump on my bedroom floor. I tried again and the fur grew back and my hand changed as well, fur sprouting on it and my nails turning to claws. I actually started to feel giddy, excited that I discovered it might actually be possible to change to a werewolf whenever I please, even during the day! By the time dusk was upon me, I was able to change my entire arm into that of my were form, as well as cause half of my chest to grow fur. Tomorrow I shall continue my training.
Entry 67:
Once again, I spent all day training to transform at will. It took me half the day, but I finally managed to do it! I looked in my mirror and saw I had completely changed into were form. Next, I tried to change back to human mode. After trying several different things, I eventually found out that I could achieve this by simply relaxing every muscle in my body (quite hard to do as an angry wolf, mind you) but I soon felt the familiar feeling of the fur falling from my body and my bones giving a few quick cracks. I looked in the mirror again and was human. With a nod, I forced myself to change back and forth between human and were. After each transformation, it became easier and quicker to change. Finally I morphed to wolf form again and then spent the next few hours trying to speak. After many grunts and growl, I managed to form some words, my voice very gruff and the words themselves almost unintelligible from normal growling. After a bit more training, I managed to be able to speak fluently. My voice was much deeper then my normal human voice but it lost most of it's gruffness. With a wide grin, I felt my muzzle curl into a smile. Taking a glance over to the mirror, I saw my face. Yeesh! That was actually scarier than the scowl on my face when I felt the swelling of anger in me after the first sight of myself as a werewolf. It was then I felt a stirring in my loins.
Unbuttoning my pants, I opened the fly and looked down at what was apparently a furry sheath like that of a dog. My balls were much bigger than in my human form, each one a bit bigger than a golfball and also covered in the thick hair. I reaches down and groped my testicals, the fur feeling extremly smooth, much more so than on the rest of my body. It was then I held my pants up with one clawed hand and walked into my bedroom to get comfortable. I finally went to my closet and pulled out the rag I use to clean myself of cum during my usual stroke sesions and laid down on my bed and pulled my pants and shirt off, throwing them to the side. With a low growl, I resumes gropping my testicals with one paw as my other scratched lightly at my new six-pack. It was then I looked down and watched as my pink cocktip emerged from my sheath, slipping out into the cool air. Rubbing my balls a bit more, I watched as more and more of my dick slipped free and hardened quickly.
I finally scooted up so my back was aginst the headboard of my bed so I could get a better look at my naughty bits. My cock was fully hard and I reached to my nightstand to grab tape measurer I keep in my drawer. My mom would sometimes joke about me keeping it there but as I told her several times I use it to measure how big a character's sword would be on whatever RPG video game I'm playing. This was mostly the truth anyways. Pulling the tape measurer to my canine cock, I flattened it along the side of it, my eyes going wide with surprise. As a human, my cock was a respectable seven and a half inches long. As a werewolf, however, I was gifted with a very sexy thirteen inches of throbbing wolf meat!
Wrapping my hand around my doggy dick, I began stroking it firmly up and down, going from the base to the pointed tip, drops of precum leaking out the whole time. I kept this up for a several minutes my other paw going back up my chest and rubbing my muscled form. With another sharp growl I pinched my nipple and a particularly large glob of precum leaked out of the hole on the tip of my member before sliding down my shaft and being absorbed by my furry paw. I bean stroking faster and faster and as time went by, my pre was seeping out in bigger and bigger quantities. Eventually I noticed a small lump appear at the base of my cock, getting bigger the more I stroked. I had seen a dog's knot before. I have owned pets all my life so it's only natural to see one sooner or later and of course I recognized what this steadily thickening thing was. With another grin, I removed the paw from my chest and gripped my quickly forming knot and gave it a firm squeeze. I literally whimpered out loud as the pleasure I was feeling shot through the roof and I felt my orgasm closer at hand than before I squeezed that amazing lump. I stroked my meaty shaft as fast as I could, my paw a blur as it flew up and down my dick. At the same time I kept squeezing my knot over and over when suddenly, that hand slipped and gripped around my dick just below the knot.
At that moment, my orgasm hit and numerous spurts of thick cum shot out of my cock and onto my belly and chest, coating it in the white goo. I gave a loud howl as I hit my peak and continued pleasuring my cock with my paw, milking my seed out. Now, I knew when dogs mated the knot would lock the male to the female to help impregnate her. I also knew that during the time they were locked together, the male would be constantly shooting his load into the female. This means that canines cum for long periods of time which I failed to think about when I started masterbating because after this first session, I would remember to either bring a towel, or sit in the bathtub. As I kept stroking my meat, I expected to stop cumming a few seconds after my orgasm, like when I jacked off as a human. This of course was not the case. My orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and when it finally ended, I stopped stroking myself. Unfortunatly this did not stop my ejaculation as I then proceeded to keep shooting my cream all over myself. I was not touching my dick yet I was still cumming! I began to panick, and thinking quickly, covered my cock with my cum rag and ran to the bathroom and into the tub.
Almost as if I was hypontised by the sheer quatity of spurts I was making, I stared at my throbbing dick. Even though it wasn't as extreme as my orgasm, I was feeling some moderate pleasure from my cock as I kept blowing my load. I finally laid down in the bathtub and relaxed, feeling my balls empty onto myself. One thing I noticed was the cum I shot during, as well, as a few moments after my orgasm was thick and creamy whereas the cum I was shooting now was thin and watery. I layed in the tub like this for what felt like forever, the whole time coating my body in a continuous flow of semen. Finally my cock merely leaked the last of my seed for less than twenty seconds before stopping altogether, my dick soon getting softer and softer until it slipped back into my fuzzy sheath, happy to be in it's new home. With a loud murr, I looked down at the mess I had made. My whole body was drenched in my jizz. My chest and torso were soaked along with my crotch as well as my thighs and paws. The parts of my body that weren't completely coated with my werewolf cum still had several speckles of it sprinkled onto those places.
It was then I figured it might be a good time to take a shower but couldn't risk clogging the drain with my already wet fur so I ran to the basement and forced myself back to human mode, the fur landing on the concrete floor in a sopping pile. When I reached down to touch my skin, it turned out my whole body was slimy with the seed my fur didn't soak up. I was covered from head to toe in a thin film of werewolf jizz! It was then I sprinted back up the stairs and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and before stepping in, my eyes landed on the clock on the wall. I had been pleasuring myself for almost an hour. I know I only masterbated for about thirty minutes before I hit orgasm so that means that I was shooting jizz all over myself for the other half of that time! Holy Shit, that's hot!
Finally I stepped in the shower and washed off the cum slime from my body. Getting out, I dryed myself off and proceded to clean up the mess I had made on my bed and the few damp spots on the carpet leading from my bedroom to the bathroom from running there jizzing constantly. At last I got dressed and swept the wolf fur off my carpet into a dustpan and went to the basement and cleaned up the fur I shedded there as well. I threw the fur in the already half-full kitchen trash-can and then tied the bag and took it outside to the garbage bin beside the garage to be taken to the curb on trash day. Whe I went back inside, it became apparent that the whole house still smelled of dog jizz but after spraying every room several times over the past few minutes with air freshener, the house was back to normal. It was then my parents walked in the front door with souveneirs from their vacation. When I went to greet them, my mom rushed up to me and with an extremely worried tone of voice, asked what the hell happened to my face.
Entry 68:
It's been two months since I learned how to master my transformation abilities. I am now quite adept at going back and forth between human and were mode. I told my mom about how I was attacked by a wolf during my camping trip but of course left out the parts about it being a werewolf and I myself being infected with the curse as well. I paw off often and I always remember to keep a large towel hidden in my closet or sit in the tub when I do so. I have begun to love being in were form more than I ever liked being in a human state. If it wasn't for the fact werewolves are thought to be a mythical animals and not actually exist, I'd stay in were form every second of every day! Alas, this can not happen. If everyday people were to know werewolves actually exist, we would be hunted and killed just for living, of this I have no doubt. I know it's a good thing I can be both human and wolf for when I go outside with other people. I can walk amongst men and women without them ever being the wiser. A few times a week, however, I'll tell my parent's I'm spending the night at a new friend's house, when in fact, I'm actually in the huge expanse of woods behind ours, being free as my true form! For now, that is what I really am...a werewolf...
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The Diary of Alexia Tinbra by Alex Conall Heikrieg
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