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New Found Feathers
Chris cursed as he ran through the woods, hands over his head, trying to keep the rain from soaking through his hat any more than it already had. It figured, come up to the mountains, away from the city, looking to turn what might very well be a national crisis, and have a fun little camping trip, and of course he'd get rained on.
The forecasts hadn't said anything about rain, let alone rain so heavy and thick that it had him absolutely soaked in seconds. Chris had been planning to set up camp a bit higher up on the mountain, and with this torrent pouring forth from the sky, he wouldn't be able to get his tent set up properly.
The heavy rain obscured most of the forest from view; the world disappeared into a shapeless, blurry mass about five feet in front of the decidedly unhappy camper. He was trying his best to watch his steps in the suddenly slick mud, but Chris lost his footing and went sliding down a hill just in front of him.
His curses grew louder and more inventive, the sort seventy year old women shout at their least favorite athletes at pro wrestling events. The sliding ceased, leaving Chris muddy and a little sore, but mostly unhurt, and quite fortuitous, as it had placed him right in front of what looked to be a cave.
Thankful for some shelter, Chris crept inside, wanting to have somewhat dry conditions before he went for his flashlight. He sighed over the fact he was now going to be having cold, canned pasta for the next few meals, as the rain would have drenched any prospective firewood.
Unpleasant dinner prospects or not, it was still better than being stuck in the city and possibly coming down with Tate-Fairchild Syndrome. Talk about a scary disease, the list of symptoms was about a mile long, and anyone who had it was quickly whisked off into government quarantine, to prevent further spread.
There were talks that rather than a disease, it was some sort of biological weapon. The conspiracy nuts were out in full force, speculating everything from pod-people being rounded up that had replaced real people to prepare for an alien invasion, to a psychic attack from extra-dimensional mutants, to that old rural American favorite, the Rapture.
Wanting to stay as far away from the wetness as possible, as well as hoping to find a place big enough to set up his tent, Chris continued deeper into the cave, turning his flashlight on.
The cave was narrow, but it also seemed to be quite long, as well as sloping gently downward and with the occasional twist and turn. It was quite some time before the cave widened into a small cavern, with enough room to set up a tent, though the space was about the size of your typical house.
Water fell in a steady stream in one corner of the cave, making a large pool that covered half the room, the water flowing down into another tunnel that continued downward. The spray from the falling water moistened the half of the room nearest to the falls, but near the entrance it was wonderfully dry.
With a sigh Chris eased his heavy pack off his shoulders. The cavern was warmer than the air had been outside, even before the chilly downpour. With a sigh Chris began to step off his wet clothes, not wanting to catch a chill in them, besides, he had several extra outfits in his pack. He had been expecting to stay out here for a few weeks, after all.
Everything was covered in mud and Chris figured her might as well scrub it off while it was still wet, and not a dried, caked on mess.
He walked over to the pool of water, sticking a finger in to test the temperature. Expecting it to be bitter cold, Chris was surprised instead to find it pleasantly warm. He sighed and took a step into the water, and then another, and another. Soon he found himself waist deep in the warm water.
He ducked down into the water, finding the rain's chill fading rapidly. The closer to the waterfall, the warmer the water became. He approached, giving a soft mmm of pleasure as the heat began to sink into his muscles.
The waterfall itself was nearly as warm as his shower at home, and Chris found himself delighted at the warmth. The sudden shift from cold to warm made his skin break out into goose bumps, a strange tingle going through him.
Chris rubbed the mud off his bare arms, the sweet heat making his skin flush pink. The increased blood flow seemed to sit something else as well. Chris moaned softly as his member began to stir, the water seeming to arouse him. He gasped, wrapping a hand around his length. It felt strangely sensitive as he began to stroke.
He gave no thought to the oddness of the act, he hadn't felt horny at all during the walk up the mountain, but the moment he'd stepped under the water fall, all that changed. The sudden, powerful erotic need was something that he couldn't ignore, and it seemed so natural to slake his lusts.
Chris leaned against the smooth wall of the cave behind the waterfall and felt his legs bump up against a submerged portion of rock, rather like a seat or a shelf beneath the falls. He took a seat upon it, finding a flat area free of protrusions.
He bucked gently into his hand, savoring the sensations of pleasure, keeping his strokes slow and patient. The feeling of goosebumps had passed, leaving Chris's skin smooth, strangely smooth, actually. But Chris gave no indication of being aware of the oddity. Who would notice the slight tickling sensation caused by hairs loosening themselves and falling away, when one's body was being impacted all over by the soothing water?
The falls had left Chris perfectly smooth, almost shining. The waterfall seemed to be quite choosey, as the camper's eyebrows and short crop of brown hair remained; brown hair that began to thicken and lengthen. Chris absently brushed his bangs out of his face, tucking them back behind his ears, paying no attention to the wet strands that tickled his shoulders and began a slow crawl down his back.
Nor did he notice the gentle pulling sensation that seemed to travel up his body, starting at his toe tips. Even if Chris had opened his eyes and peered downward, he would not have seen the changes that took place beneath the churning water of the falls' basin, nails lengthening and turning a radiant blue.
It started first with the toes, not very noticeable at all, but as the change reached the feet, ankles, and calves, it would have been pretty plain to see that something was happening, a force gently reshaping and molding Chris' legs into a slightly different configuration.
The force slowly crept up the camper's legs, inch by inch, knees and thighs succumbing to the transformative force. Hips pushing outward in the first true sign of the alteration. After perhaps a minute beneath the falls, Chris found himself with a thick and vibrant mane of hair that trailed down his back, as well as a pair of beautiful, shapely, and most definitely feminine legs.
At the waist the changes shifted, moving in several directions. Chris found the stone seat increasingly comfortable, his rump filling out into a plentiful inverted heart shape. The gentle force crept down into his loins, but rather than subtract manhood, it seemed to add it.
Chris tilted his head back and cried out with delight, some of the water falling into his mouth. The walk had been quite long and a little tiring, and he found himself a bit thirsty. He really shouldn't drink untreated water, but this warm, sweet water couldn't possibly have anything bad in it.
He gulped down a few mouthfuls as he continued to stroke. He brought a hand down between his legs, cupping testes that had become the size of large plums. He unconsciously shifted the way he stroked himself, no longer gripping a mere six inches that fit almost entirely within his hand, but a rapidly increasing length that he had to truly stroke, rather than merely wriggling his hand.
The change seemed to jump from member and sack to hands, leaving a proud, twelve inch length where only half such had been before. Matching those of the toes, Chris' fingernails lengthened, taking on the same shade of electric blue. His fingers narrowed, his hands taking on the fine boned, graceful, almost delicate female form that the rest of his body seemed eagerly heading towards.
Arms and shoulders followed, all without any comment from Chris. He felt good, felt really good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good for so long. The hand caressing his balls began to move away from them, slowly moving up his belly. The changes seemed to follow that perfect, gorgeous hand, Chris' middle firming up and narrowing to match the rest of his new form.
The hand found its goal, a slight swelling around the nipple that upon contact began to bloom and blossom into an exquisite breast, the other mirroring the transformation. Big, heavy, plentiful, firm, and oh so sensitive, they were perfect, Chris brought a perfect nipple to gorgeous, puffy, deep navy blue lips, a feminine moan escaping his throat.
Upon his tongue caressing his sweet nipple, Chris felt his pleasure explode, a lusty cry of pleasure erupting from his body along with his seed and his male identity. Krissi pumped her hand over her cock as rapidly as she could, not wanting to waste this wonderful opportunity.
As the incredible climax drained away, she slipped into the water, her long, navy blue tresses floating in the water behind her as she swam in the pool's warm water. She felt that she ought to get out, but something called her back.
Krissi swam back to the falls, moaning softly as a delightful ache filled her loins, bringing her back to immediate hardness. She felt something calling to her from behind the stone.
One hand reached out, caressing the smooth stone wall, the other caressing her once more expanding balls. The ache within her seemed to be coming from there, a stubborn itch right behind her sack.
She rubbed and scratched, moaning softly as she felt a hint of smooth wetness. There was a gentle tug, her balls pulling back a bit, some extra skin seeming to be borrowed for what was in store.
The blue haired bombshell stroked the soft netherlips that appeared between her legs, slipping dexterous fingers into the muscular tunnel that appeared between them, her actions guided by a sort of instinctual muscle memory. She had never had a pussy, nor had she even learned how to please one with her fingers.
As one set of fingers plunged into her own depths, the others found what she was seeking, hooking a crevice in the stone wall and finding some sort of switch. She pulled it, and a section of stone swung inward.
Krissi slipped inside the passage, a lustful grin on her face. The area behind the falls was warm and humid, and she continued to explore her new sex as she went. She leaned against the smooth wall of the cave, her mouth watering, wanting something to suck, and upon reaching the top of the hidden passage, she found that something.
The water of the falls poured right past it, an obsidian phallus on a pedestal, covered in markings, several of them glowing a soft shade of blue. With a grin Krissi snatched it from its resting place, sandwiching it between her breasts, the item's length just enough for her to part her sapphire lips and take it in.
It felt so right being there, it was so much fun to titfuck, so much fun to fuck no matter what the manner. Her breasts were so wonderfully sensitive, Krissi found herself moaning and bucking just from the caresses she gave herself; giving the stone dildo the best ride it had had in years, centuries maybe; who knew how long it had been there, waiting for her.
To her surprise Krissi felt the relic quiver, and she felt a warm torrent of thick, sweet, liquid into her mouth. She kept up her efforts, coaxing her toy to unleash more of the stuff. She gulped it down, disappointed to find that with each pulse of liquid, her toy diminished in size.
In a few moments it was gone entirely, and Krissi felt unfulfilled. She suddenly shivered, her body feeling energized, electric. She rolled over onto the floor, rubbing her breasts and member against the smooth, water-slicked stone beneath her. She panted and moaned with desire and frustration.
She felt that strange pulling that had accompanied her change earlier, only this time she was aware of it. She concentrated on that sensation, willing it onward, willing it to cover her body. She wanted satisfaction, pleasure, climax, not the teasing and slow caress of patient transformation.
Her body responded to her will and she felt the curious force center on her breasts and nethers, only a light tickle spreading over them; mere changes of coloration, her nipples and shaft rapidly darkening to the same dark blue shade as her lips, eyes, and hair. The tingle vanished from her breasts, yet remaining in her groin. She felt her member and sack shift, warp, alter, taking on a bestial configuration that she instinctively knew was called a sheath.
Her greatest assets completed, the change progressed as it did last time, at the tips of her extremities heading inward. Krissi watched with glee as her tanned, smooth skin darkened, becoming thicker and harder, yet retaining its smoothness, if not its softness. She watched her little fingers vanish, her beautiful electric blue nails transform into claws, her hands becoming beautiful navy blue talons.
Krissi turned and looked down at her feet, her toes were fusing, leaving her with three. She didn't mind, though she was a little disappointed that they number of fingers and toes didn't match. She giggled as she watched the shape of her foot alter as well, a fourth toe appearing from the heel, allowing her to grip things, like a bird. A pretty blue bird! She giggled at that thought.
With her mouth open her now dark blue teeth took the opportunity, merging together, pushing forward, joining with her lips, her nose, creating a proper, beautiful beak. Krissi gasped in awe and touched it with her talons.
Beneath her gorgeous, shimmering hair, which was rapidly becoming strands of many different shades of blue and white, Krissi felt a tickle. She grinned and closed her eyes, unable to turn and see them, but she could feel their coming.
She flexed the new muscles as they formed, connected to brand new bones, beautiful blue feathers sprouting from the new limbs. The tingle in her wings moved beneath her arms, caressing her already plentiful chest. She felt things shift inside, altering, growing larger to provide the powerful muscles that would grant her flight. She flapped her wings, spreading them wide, enjoying the feeling of stretching her new muscles.
Then her whole body began to tickle, gorgeous feathers pushing themselves gently out from within her. She was complete now, whole, perfect. Her body longed for climax, but no longer craved it like the animal in heat that she had been moments before.
She remembered Chris, she remembered the few blissful minutes she had spent as Krissi, but her true self was something else entirely; something that had rested here for many years, waiting for a world that was ready for such a powerful, beautiful, majestic creature.
She fluffed her feathers, casting drops of water away, allowing the runes that marked each feathered shaft to glow for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and reached out to the heavens.
It had been so long since she'd been able to do this, only today re-acquiring the strength to do so. She had done it once before, bringing Chris here to take up her power and knowledge.
Outside thunder rumbled and thick clouds broke open once more in a deluge.
The harsh thunderclaps could be heard even deep in the cavern, and they sent an erotic thrill through the bird's body. She adored storms, the sights, the sounds, the smells; the flashes of light and explosions of sound.
Of course she would, she was the Thunderbird, after all, and her senses told her that she was about to gain several very devout followers.
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Morganna calmly opened her umbrella, holding it overhead while her girls shrieked and giggled. They didn't mind getting wet, after all, that was what they planned to do today, anyways.
Eight perfect, beautiful specimens of womanhood. Bodies to die for, faces that would put supermodels to shame, perfectly smooth, sensual skin. The mere sight of them had made men and woman alike climax on the spot, falling over themselves for an opportunity to bed one of them, which they all were more than eager to do.
Each was as air-headed and she was beautiful, however, eight beautiful bimbos under Morganna's care and control, all though the weekly trip to the cave, where she would supervise their time underneath the wondrous waterfall that made it all possible.
The thought of the warm water flowing over her once again made Morganna's cock stand proudly erect in her trunks. A few of her ladies had such additions as well, and she made sure to limit the exposure each one got to maintain their current configuration of sexes.
Though as much as her girls earned for Morganna, her own body drew the best business. Enhanced by the very best tattoo artists, the blue tribal designs seeming to draw out and enhance the shemale's sexiness and gave her almost a sort of animal magnetism.
Morganna reached out and gave Inferno's rump a playful slap; the red themed girl had been the first of her bimbos. Morganna's affection had faded for her over the years; she admitted to herself it was Inferno's mind that Michael Morgan had fallen in love with.
Now Michael and his girlfriend were long gone, vanished. The shy, skinny nerd replaced by a beautiful, busty babe with a keen mind and ruthless business sense. After all, her girlfriend had become a sex-starved harlot who couldn't even remember how to tie her shoes. Morganna figured the two ought to profit from their insatiable appetites for sex.
It hadn't taken very long before she had acquired her own bar and brothel. She'd named it after the totem animal that filled her dreams; Thunderbird's. She'd expanded her stable of girls, inviting the shy, but skilled girls that came to her to perform. Seducing them easily and bringing them to the falls for their final touch up.
If they didn't take a ten minute swim in the waters every week, they started to remember who they were, and that only disturbed them when they remembered being smarter. It was for their own good, really, and it worked so well to get rid of the occasional investigator that came too close and couldn't be bribed with either money or the company of one or two of her girls.
Morganna loved her altered body, and bathed in the waters of the falls for a few minutes to maintain her perfect body shape. It had been ten years, she hadn't gained a pound, hadn't acquired a wrinkle, a mole, a scar, any sort of blemish on her perfect body.
She wondered if she'd discovered the fountain of youth. She'd just have to wait and see twenty or thirty years down the line.
She took a head count and herded her girls into the cavern. It was the highlight of their week, able to swim in the warm waters, and the only time they were allowed to play freely with one another, and their mistress.
Morganna grinned; today was going to be such fun.
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Thunderbird sensed the approach of the girls and their mistress, the great avian demigoddess grinning to herself, the possibilities flickering through her mind of gifts to grant her disciples.
Such fun indeed.
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Henry Vandermont was the first heir to the Vendermont fortune and estate. He was a fifteen year old coyote with deep gray fur, innocent green eyes, standing at five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred pounds even. Thin would have been an understatement to call this young furson as he was the male of the entire Vandermont family with having a premature birth and using a respirator for the first half of his life just to try and fight for breath. It was only recently that the young coyote could walk around without the machine and he was grateful but that didn't change the fact that he was still almost a wisp of a fur.
Currently the teenager was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror and trying hard not to scowl at his own visage. It always made him sick to his stomach to watch boys his age running, jumping, wrestling, playing, and doing ordinary things they would usually take for granted while he could barely run a block without getting winded. Taking a soft white rag from the rim of the sink the young heir dipped the cloth in the hot running water under the tap and soaked it before beginning to wash his face and muzzle to the underside of his neck. Scrubbing furiously, Henry used the heated water to try and rub his face down as if hoping that when he looked up he wouldn't see himself reflected in the mirror. A vain attempt but something he had done for years since he could walk around without aid.
Once the young coyote was done cleaning and making himself respectable he walked out of his gargantuan sized bathroom and into his room to pick out what to wear. Going to his closet, the teen bypassed all of the designer labeled suits that his mother and father bought for him to wear and chose a casual pair of slacks and button down shirt before grabbing a pair of sneakers on the top shelf. Not exactly the attire for an esteemed billionaire's son but today was an off day since it was Saturday. His parents should be downstairs mulling around while the maid fixed breakfast so no one would mind him showing up informal today.
Dressed, Henry patted himself down and then walked out of his room into the hallway. Unlike other affluent fursons, the Vandermonts didn't spend excess amount of money when they didn't have to. Everyone within the family was actually rather frugal when it came to spending on themselves but they did keep up appearances when out and about. There were three cars in the garage; the family had a maid, butler, and a gardener but that was it for the household staff. Every member was trusted within the Vandermont's household, had been thoroughly checked for background and then made places within the coyote family home. Despite reputation, some of the upper class people on this side of the world did give a damn about their employees and even treated them like family. Not one of the people hired had been reprimanded or fired and they never found their employers overbearing or disrespectful.
It was something to know that furs with more money than some nations could be almost friendly. The father of the house was James Vandermont; a tall white furred coyote male who had an iron fist when it came to business but a passionate heart for those in need. He was a surgeon that specialized in burns and cancers for fursons of all ages and was highly respected amongst his coworkers and peers for being a miracle worker. Taking time to sit with his patients and talk with them, help them understand what would happen and how he could make them and their transition better, anyone coming into the hospital with severe trauma was sent to James without a second thought. He had a high rate of having recovering patients despite dismal chances predicted by other doctors but James just shrugged off the naysay and did what he did best, saved lives.
The lady of the house was Eleanor Vandermont; a practical and levelheaded black coyote female who stop almost opposite of her husband when it came to thinking and acting.
While that was necessary as her career as a District Attorney needed her to keep a somewhat detached air about herself and her feelings however, when not at work Eleanor was a sweet woman who had some very...interesting quirks. Henry sighed as he walked into the living room and then into the kitchen when he remembered his mother once coming to school with him and taking over the lesson plan when the teacher hadn't been there because of a car accident. The students, seventh graders at the time, had worshiped the ground she walked on for her playful mannerism and jovial teaching skills. Instead of using the lesson plan she had thrown the books in the garbage and had all of the students talk about themselves and how they felt about school.
Opinions flew through the air everyone had something different to say and an array of ideas about how the schools should be run. It was the most embarrassing day of Henry's life as a few of his classmates made rather, lewd comments on his mother's tail and at the time Henry could only grit his teeth and bear it since it would be even more embarrassing to get detention by his own mom for smacking the speaker in the muzzle.
Henry still had nightmares about his mom coming back to school again with him and he prayed everyday that she would never ask him for a ride to school again. The midnight furred coyote often used that as teasing punishment to taunt her son whenever she was in a good mood and it never failed to make Henry's fur stand on end.
The gray coyote scented the air and felt his stomach rumble from the smell of Louise's cooking. The tiger maid always whipped up the best meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and took delight whenever the family complimented her. Her eyes would sparkle and her muzzle would twitch in that feline way the denounced joy before turning back to whatever she was going with her hips and tails swinging side to side.
In the kitchen James and Eleanor were eating breakfast while reading the paper and muttering about whatever caught their attention while Louise mulled around the sink washing up a cup in her paws before setting it in the dish rack and taking hold of a plate. Henry found his servings of pancakes, sausage, and eggs waiting form him on the stove and grabbed it up before sitting with his parents and began eating. There was a comfortable dim around the small titled area as the sounds of munching, chewing, and muttering passed over the entire room until the doorbell rang and Henry perked his ears and looked to his parents. The older couple looked just as curious as their son and Henry shrugged before getting up and going to answer the door.
The hyena butler that was on staff had just opened the front when Henry strolled up and watched a delivery guy hand the older furson a package and then walk away. Jeffery, the butler, gaped for a moment until he shut the door and turned around to see Henry leveling a questioning gaze at him. The hyena stared down at the parcel in his paws and then handed it to the gray coyote.
Name written in elegant cursive on the mailing address the fifteen year old couldn't figure out what was going on until he saw the PDC label on the bottom of the box. Like a flash the young heir was out of the living room and upstairs before Jeffery could blink and the only evidence he had been there at all was the crumpled looking carpet Henry had left in his wake. Shaking his head, the brown spotted hyena went to get the vacuum and begin cleaning up before making a note to himself to check on his young master later.
Henry nearly had a panic attack when he looked at the package's label and saw those three bolded letters on the back. He had forgotten about his little stunt and what was in the parcel within his small paws and thanked heaven for his rapid recollection. It had all been a stupid dare by one of his best friends. Just something teenagers did to be teenagers. Not thinking and rebellious Henry had borrowed his dad's credit card, logged onto the PDC website and bought something on a whim. It was just some sexual enhancement stuff but laying in his hold right now, the item in question felt like dynamite. One misstep and he would be in a world of trouble.
'If Jeffery had looked under this and seen the label... I don't even want to think about! Stupid Alex, goading me into doing this!' Henry clenched his fangs together and growled as he swore to get retribution on the fox that had conned him into buying this thing.
That slick vulpine could talk the devil into doing community service and the coyote was going to make him pay for this if he got in trouble. How, he was uncertain but Henry would still make him pay...
Inside of his room the coyote teen shut his door and carried the package over to his bed and then looked at it. A simple black box covered with thin glossed plastic with embroiled letters on it. Nothing to out of the ordinary save for the three letters that everyone knew about; Printer's Devil Company or PDC for short, the biggest erotic company in the world. The company was known for its exotic items used and distribution around the globe and Henry felt more than a little unease about having something of this nature in his room.
'Stupid Alex and his teasing!' Henry snorted.
Alex was a talkative, excitable, and voyeuristic vulpine and didn't care if anyone knew about it. The fifteen-yearld fox was always wearing clothes to show of his developing body and just loved to caress himself in front of his best friends. Tossing off his shirts onto Henry's muzzle and then touching himself all over while wagging his big, fluffy tail about like it was nobodies business was a common place thing for Alex and he did it every-single-time he came over the coyote's house. Worse was when the other boy would bring his magazines with him and then start to paw off through his clothes while making whining noises and yelps before touching himself directly on his sheath and fondling his groin making wet spots on his shorts.
And of course Alex wouldn't let Henry get away with being uncomfortable whenever he whipped out one of the PDC's magazines and unabashedly talked about what was in them. The other teen would strip off his pants, whip out his sheath from within his boxers and stroke himself until his hard cock was ridged and pulsing with veins before he would tackle Henry to the floor and mock mate with him by humping the coyote's front until he came all over his gray fur. Every time he did so Alex would be left with white sticky cum on his body and his ears laid flat on his head as he tried to not blush.
'Why are we still friends?' Henry thought as he bent his head and tried to recall.
That was until he had remembered all the times other furs would pick on him for being small and Alex would beat them up along side their other friend Justin. The other teen was the same age as his two friends but was a bigger built Labrador.
Justin Davison was a chocolate furred Labrador that stayed on the other side of the neighborhood from either Alex or Henry. While his family was not as wealthy as either the fox's or coyote's, Justin's family was well off and good folks. His father and mother both worked for the state department which often left the young teen alone at times so he was easily coerced by Alex to spend time with Alex or himself. Justin, for the most part, was a shy canine who didn't speak much and didn't have many friends. Reserved to the point of being aloof the lab spent many days by himself working out on a exercise set given to him by his parents at his request.
While Henry was small by nature, and Alex was of normal stature for a fox, Justin beefed himself up by being physical and active. He ran, swam, jogged, wrestled, and exercised every day while going at it for hours at a time. His body had bulked up and since puberty was striking him in the tail his body was growing accustomed to the strenuous activity to the point where not exercising at least an hour a day made the lab feel sluggish and lethargic. It may not have helped but Alex was always touching the lab on his chest and abs while telling him how cute he was and how much he would grow into a well-hung doggy in the next couple of years making Justin blush and wag his tail happily. That was usually the time the fox would get on he knees and sniff and paw at the canine's crotch while licking over his groin causing the sheath hidden inside to thicken and then set his cock free.
As Henry thought about it he wondered if Alex had conned him into getting this growth stimulant stuff just to get the coyote big enough to grope. The Vandermont heir wouldn't doubt it as Alex was very assertive about his wants and tricking someone into doing something for his own benefit was right up the fox's alley. The gray coyote looked at the box and then curled his lips up over his fangs as he thought about his situation. While it might be fun to try and do something like this without his parents finding out, did he really want to?
Alex aside, did he really want to try this stuff out on himself?
Henry gulped before reaching out and taking the wrapped package in his paws and then tearing the plastic off. Dropping the filmy covering to the floor, the young coyote opened the top flap and pulled out a small silver cylinder before letting the box flop to the floor. The container was a foot long with a pop off cap and had that sanitized smell the same as chemical factories did, that made the young furson sneeze. Never minding the smell, Henry opened the cylinder and then shook out a small vial of white liquid with a cork stopper. Nothing outstanding to the naked but then the coyote didn't know what to think. Taking the cork off of the vial Henry lifted the bottle to his lips and then swallowed the stuff down. The taste is sweet, surprisingly and when all of the medicine has been engulfed he tossed the container and glass vial onto his bed and waited.
It was then after taking the enhancer that the Vandermont heir noticed a piece of folded paper on the floor next to the plastic and bent down to pick it up. Unfolding it, Henry looked over the warning label and then a set of instructions. Basic things like one dose per furson, wait three hours for effects to begin and then have fun. Kind of weird to see the last bit in bolded print but Henry shrugged it off and then set about tossing the packaging in his waste bin in his bathroom.
With nothing else to do for the rest of the day the young coyote sat around listening to music on his computer and then played a few video games. He didn't feel any different throughout the entire time; even more perplexing was that Henry didn't feel anything even when the three-hour time limit was up. The coyote sighed and finished off his gaming for the day and then called up Alex to tell the fox that the whole thing was a bust.
"What do mean it didn't work?!" Alex ranted on the other side of the phone line. Clearly the vulpine teen wasn't happy with the situation but Henry felt like he was the one who should really be angry. All that trouble and he didn't have anything to show for it, makes stealing his dad's credit card seem almost worthless.
"Sorry man. Guess it doesn't work on anyone as young as us." Henry couldn't help the slight smirk on his muzzle, as he knew that Alex was in his room having the biggest conniption fit possible.
"Damn it! I was hoping to get to see you with a much bigger dick when I came over with Justin tomorrow. This is a real downer." The vulpine sighed and clicked his teeth together before settling down and talking without seeming so disappointed.
The duo conversed for a long while until Alex had to get off the line and deal with something his parents had called him for. Henry, feeling hungry, went downstairs to the kitchen and then fixed him something before returning to his room and surfing the web for the rest of the day. Dinner was uneventful since James and Eleanor spent most of their with each other in their bedroom and the hired help went about their own duties so there was little conversation and everyone departed for their rooms for the night.
Henry washed up and then went to bed, completely forgetting about the whole PDC thing and not worrying as he snuggled into his covers and drifted off to sleep. However, that didn't mean that the substance still in his system had forgotten about him. The enhancer liquid that Henry had taken was not what he thought it was. An accident at the inventory plant had mixed up the chemical distribution and the little coyote had taken a special brand of nanomachines that were meant to go to the laboratory in another city. The tiny machines were supposed to have gone for testing without setting off suspicion of the higher ups at the company and currently they were filtering through the coyote's blood into every corner of his body and then they began to activate as the teen furson begin to have a nocturnal emission.
As Henry felt his cock rise out of his sheath as he dreamt about a certain red fox and brown furred canine both mounting him from both ends of his body the nanomachines began their work spreading throughout the youth's bloodstream. The tiny machines were specifically built to interact with a furson's natural growth to encourage muscle development and tissue reconstruction. By infiltrating inside of a host body, the nanomachines could reform a furson's structure from the inside while seemingly appearing to the outside eye as a rapid growth. Henry squirmed in his bed as his body grew accustomed to the invaders and then accepted them as they began to work on reconfiguring his body.
The nanomachines worked to repair his damaged or decelerating muscle growth that caused Henry to be as small as he was before destroying the unnecessary and harmful cells in his body that would get in their way. Once that was done, the micro machines worked on creating new cells from the cells already present in the youth's body and then sending them to parts of his body that needed them most desperately to least. As the night went on Henry's lungs, heart, stomach, intestines, and other organs expanded while nerves sent electric signals to his brain stimulating the need for growth and development causing his enlarged body parts to rapidly produce blood and other fluids into his body.
Muscles and tendons contracted and stretched while Henry's skeleton gained definition and hardened beyond the normal density of a regular fursons. While the insides reorganized themselves to fit the larger body part, the nanomachines worked on the outside of the coyote's body producing more skin, fur, and tissue to compensate his growing form. Head, neck, shoulders, arms, paws, and chest filled out first followed then by the lower regions. Muscles that Henry would have never had even in his prime filled out the teen's body and causing him to squirm around more in his bed kicking his covers away. His rapidly expanding body filling his bed to the brink as the coyote rolled around to find comfort in his sleep.
As the top half was widening so to was the lower half as abs, waist, hips, groin, thighs, legs, feet and tail shifted further down from where they were and enlarged. Henry rolled back and forth onto his steadily uncomfortable mattress until he finally rolled over and onto the floor, coming awake. His much heavier body met the floor with a resounding thump that shook the entire room, jolting sleep right out of his system. A gasp tore through the young coyote making him shudder as his body finally came to a halt with its development. Henry got up off of the plush carpet and rose up almost all the way to the top of the ceiling, which was about eight feet tall. His ears brushed against the white painted wall above him before he ducked his head down and began to look down at himself.
Staring down at his body, the coyote could barely recognize himself as he found his body was about eight and a half feet tall, muscles upon muscles under the fur, while his paws and feet looked like they were the size of tires. Arms, legs, and calves were as thick as telephone poles with rope wide veins pumping blood rapidly through them from his enlarged heart. His fur was courser than he imagine as Henry ran his paws over himself to feel if any of this was real and his claws cut into his skin making red appear on his fingers announcing that he was not dreaming. The sharp pain dulled quickly as the gray coyote noticed that his shallow scratch had healed and knitted over itself in an instant.
Gulping, the fifteen year old teen looked at the red stain on his clawed finger and then watched as it dripped down on onto his sheath. Green eyes bulged when Henry noticed how large his sheath was and how heavy his hanging sac felt. His once average sized groin was now enormous as the young furson guessed that his sheath alone was about a foot in length while his twin orbs encased in his pouch of flesh had to be no less than the size of ripe grapefruit. Reaching down to touch himself, Henry grabbed his sheath with his massive right paw and then fingered himself before sliding the tip of one steel like talon inside of his furry tube.
The warmth inside of his cock holder burned against his finger, as the tight and wet insides seemed to almost swallow that digit down and then hold on to it like a glove. Ignoring the feeling for right now, the teen pressed against his soft coyotehood and then arched hips when he felt a bolt of pleasure run up his spine. Pressing down deeper, Henry was gifted a feeling of euphoria as he rubbed over his soft glands and then watched as his sheath bulged out obscenely and his maleness push from his slit with his finger inside of it. It was morbidly fascinating to see the tip of his appendage inside of his cock before his large ears swept over the ceiling and rotated behind him.
"Son, are you al...ri...ght? Ugh?" Henry snatched his claw from his half hard cock and turned to face his dad right and just as he was about to say something Eleanor appeared right next to her hubby.
"Oh hon, leave him alone. I'm sure Henry just doing that boy thing you used to do when you were his age. Dear? Darling? Jason?" Eleanor couldn't figure out what was wrong with her mate until she watched his jet-black muzzle turn towards her and babble something.
"Hen...ry...big...ugh...yeah...he's...uhm..." the older male stuttered as he tried to find the right words before his white furred wife turned to her little boy.
The sight of her son in his current form stilled her blood before she looked down at him and then back up to her face before turning towards her husband.
"Dear, I think we sit down with Henry in his room and talk about this situation after you go and wake up Louise and ask her to bring some coffee and call Ernest." Eleanor's voice was detached as she ordered her husband to go and get help without panicking. Jason nodded his head before waving at his son stupidly and then taking off to find the tiger maid.
"Now as for you. Would you mind setting back and sitting on the floor so that I can come in. The hallway is pretty drafty out here." Henry did as commanded by his mother and watched as the lady of the house went and sat on his bed after making sure she wasn't about to sit in anything.
"Now then, what happened?" Eleanor flicked her ears forward as she wanted to hear about this entire outcome before Jason stumbled back inside.
The gray muscled coyote bent his head down and sighed before explaining things to his mother and then waiting. After the explanation the white coyote breathed a sigh and then looked at her only child.
"You're grounded for two months." Was the first thing out of Eleanor's muzzle before she got up from the bed and went to collect the package container from the waste bin in the bathroom.
Turning the box over, looking at cylinder and the vial, Eleanor nodded her head and sat everything on the side of the bed and then looked at Henry.
"When your uncle gets here let him examine you and then we'll decide what to do next. Also, you will tell your father what you did with his credit card and then I want you stay in this room until we decide what to do next, understood?" Henry felt tears come to his eyes as he looked at his mother and then nodded at her.
"Anything you have to say for yourself?" the white female coyote asked with her arms crossed over her shoulder.
"Thank you!" Henry huffed.
"For what?"
"Not hating me."
"Why would I do that? Just because you did something reprehensible and foolish doesn't mean I would stop loving you Henry." Eleanor stood and walked over to her son before hugging him around his neck.
"I mean about how I look now. You're not mad or scared are you?" Henry's worst fear of being rejected by his parents kept swimming in his head as he cried into his mother's embrace.
"Heaven's no. You're my little boy no matter how you look. A size change doesn't mean much to me, since I can still tan your hide mister! Now you stay here and I'll find your bumbling father." Eleanor dried her son's face on her nightgown and then kissed him on the snout before walking out of his room and going down the hallway.
Henry sighed as he dipped his head down to his chest and thanked god that his mother didn't despise him. While sure that his dad would come around once the shock had kicked out of him, Henry let out the rest of his pent up emotions before putting his paws to his face and then sobbing.
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*This is part 2 of Paul and Meg's story. Although it can be read alone, the back story (and phone sex!) appear in part one. I'm new to writing, these stories are the first I've ever written so I welcome any feedback - although please be gentle! Thanks, Minnie x*
Meg lay in her bed, breathless from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She had just had mind blowing phone sex with her best friend's brother and her legs were still shaking from the force of her orgasm.
"I'm coming over," Paul told her after they had cum together. Meg wondered whether it was a good idea but Paul had already hung up the phone before she could voice her concerns.
"Oh god," she murmured, sliding out of her bed. She slid on her silk short dressing gown and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her still damp hair was messy. She looked like a woman who had been fucked senseless. And that's exactly how she felt.
She remembered the sound of his deep voice as he told her what he wanted to do to her. Listening to him stroking his cock for her. The crack in his voice as he told her he was going cum. He had sounded so fucking sexy. She could feel the moisture pooling between legs and her clit started to throb.
She couldn't deny it. She wanted him.
She quickly ran a brush through her hair, conscious it wouldn't take him long to drive down the few streets separating her apartment from his sister's house where he was staying.
She paced up and down, both anxious and excited. What would happen between them? What if he changed his mind? What if it didn't live up to the phone call?
The buzzer to her apartment startled her thoughts. He was here. She quickly buzzed him up and tightened the tie around her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door and taking a deep breath she answered it.
"Hi Meggie," Paul's deep voice rumbled through her body as he leaned casually against the doorway.
"Hi," she murmured, her eyes drinking him in. He had thrown on a casual t-shirt and jeans and his dark eyes were smiling at her. His short dark hair was slightly tousled and she had a sudden urge to run her hands through it.
"Can I come in?" he prompted, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh god, yes, of course, sorry," she rambled as she took a step back to let him. She closed the door and turned to face him. She wrung her hands nervously, not allowing herself to look at him.
"Meggie, look at me," Paul urged as he stepped closer. He lifted her chin with a finger and brought her gaze to his. She saw the usual twinkle in his eyes but this time there was something else. Something darker.
As she looked up at him she suddenly became aware of how tall he was. Of course she always knew that, but now she could feel his breath on her face, his height and broad muscled body made her feel small and feminine.
Her pulse quickened as she felt his eyes studying her face. His eyes lowered and rested at the opening of her dressing gown, showing just a hint of cleavage. He reached out a finger and traced it over her exposed cleavage.
He reached for her and suddenly his lips were on hers. Her mouth opened below his and she felt his tongue tangle with hers. She felt his hand slide round the back of her neck, holding her there as his mouth hungrily devoured hers. She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of her soft body against his much harder one and felt her nipples tighten in response.
"Ah Meg..." He groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers and began to kiss and lick her neck. His hands found the tie holding her dressing gown together and he deftly undid it. He slid the silk material off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor she was stood before him completely naked.
"Fuck," he groaned as his hands cupped her breasts. He pushed them together and ran his thumbs over her sensitive breasts. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," he confessed as he squeezed and played with her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure as he teased her.
"Bedroom," he muttered and she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her room. When inside, his eyes went to her unmade bed.
"Is there where you were lying when we had our call?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes," Meg confirmed as he pushed her gently to the bed. She was surprised when he didn't join her and instead stood at the end of the bed, his eyes all over her body.
She should probably have felt self conscious but the desire in his eyes gave her confidence.
"Meggie, I need you to touch yourself for me. Like you did on the phone. Play with your breasts for me, baby."
Meg closed her eyes and ran her hands over her breasts. She pushed them together knowing they looked huge when she did that. She ran her fingers over her nipples and squeezed them lightly. She moaned quietly. She had always had sensitive breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked at Paul who had taken off his shirt and was starting to unzip his jeans. God he was ripped. She wanted to run her hands and tongue all over him. Her eyes widened as he pushed down his jeans. He hadn't put on any underwear in his haste to come over, and so as he pushed her jeans down his muscly thighs his impressive cock was revealed.
Meg licked her lips as he took it in his hand. He was huge!
"Meggie I need you to touch your pussy for me. Show me what you did on the phone."
She spread her legs and heard him groan as she let her fingers find her clit. She circled it, feeling her wetness. She brought her other hand to her breast and tugged on her nipple.
"Jesus," Paul hissed through clenched teeth as he slowly stroked his cock. "You look fucking incredible."
Not able to hold back any longer, Paul lowered himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his hands. He kissed her, hard and demanding, making her moan against his mouth. She could feel his cock hard against her and the ache between her legs intensified.
He lowered himself so he could feast on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples before sucking one into his mouth. He tugged on it gently with his teeth while using his fingers to stimulate the other. He lifted his mouth and looked up at her.
"Your body drives me crazy. I've wanted to suck and lick your tits for years."
Meg was wriggled restlessly beneath him. Her pussy ached for his touch.
"Paul, please," she whimpered.
He knew what she needed and moved down her body so she could feel his breath on her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him as he settled between them.
"Aw baby. So fucking beautiful. So smooth and wet." Meg could feel his breath against her as he spoke.
Then at last she felt his tongue on her clit. She let out a long moan as he lapped at the tip of her clit, swirling his tongue around it. With a hand on each of her thighs he spread her wider as his tongue probed lower. He slid his tongue inside her and lapped up her juices.
"Oh fuck, Paul. That feels so good," Meg moaned breathlessly. He moved his tongue back over her clit and began to lick and suck on it as his fingers found her soaking wet pussy. He groaned as he slid two fingers straight inside her.
"So fucking tight," he murmured against her clit, the vibrations causing her whole body to shake.
He continued to flick his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit until Meg came apart against his mouth.
"Paul..." she gasped as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. He kissed her inner thigh before dropping soft open mouthed kisses on her body as he worked his way back to her mouth.
She tasted herself on his tongue as he kissed her and felt his hand slide between their bodies and back to her pussy.
"So fucking beautiful," he groaned as he gently stroked her sensitive flesh.
"Are you ready for me, Meggie?"
"God yes!"
With his hands on her hips he turned then suddenly so she was sat astride him. She ground her wet pussy against him.
"Do your worst," Paul smouldered beneath her as he held her hips in his hands.
She positioned herself above and felt the head of his thick cock against her pussy. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by delicious inch. She closed her eyes as she slowly rotated her hips as she got used to the feel of his huge length inside her.
"Meggie..." Paul hissed between clenched teeth. He gripped her hips but let her control the pace. "You're so fucking tight."
She luxuriated in the feeling of being so completely filled as she slowly lifted up and then slid back down, covering his cock in her wetness. She leant forward and rested her hands on his chest muscles as she clenched around him.
Her movement became quicker as she rocked her hips back and forward, enjoying the friction against her aching clit. She moaned breathlessly as every movement hit the spot. She could feel the tension in Paul's body as she rode him, her hands still on his chest, her breasts squeezed together. He watched her ride his cock with darkened eyes and his jaw clenched, trying hard not to lose control.
"Paul... I'm. Almost. There," Meg panted between each movement.
She felt his grip on her hips tighten.
"Go for it baby. Use my cock. Bring yourself on it. You feel fucking incredible."
He thrust up at her as her movements became quicker and quicker until suddenly she threw her head back and shouted his name as his inner muscles gripped him tight.
Feeling suddenly weak she collapsed again his chest with his cock still rock hard inside her. He wrapped his arms around her spent body and rolled them over so he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs high up his back, urging him on.
"Oh fuck, Meggie!" She felt his control snap as he rocked his cock out of her and slammed it back in. It was his turn now. Her sensitive swollen pussy was greedy for him and gripped him tightly. She had cum three times for him tonight including their amazingly hot phone call and yet that ache, that uncontrollable throb would not go away. Meg had never felt like this before.
She looked up and Paul's face and saw his usual grinning, teasing face was taught with tension, his eyes dark as he groaned her name over and over with every hard thrust.
"Meggie...fuck baby," his voice cracked just as it had during their phone call right before they orgasmed together.
She could do nothing but hold on to him as she felt the first spurt of hot cum inside her. She clenched around him and gripped him tightly as he unloaded inside her.
She moaned his name as he collapsed on top of her, his cock still deep inside her. He rolled to the side to take his weight off her and kissed her gently.
"Wow," he murmured, still catching his breath.
"I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life," Meg admitted with a smile.
"Well, I hope you're ready," he responded, his hand finding her breast.
"For what?" She responded, instinctively arching her back to his touch.
"Round three."
End of part 2.
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*This is a copyrighted work by ZebCarter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the ZebCarter.*
*Authors Note:* I have received several comments about bring mom into the dynamic of the twins love. Unfortunately, this was already written. Sorry.
Karen was awakened by loud squeals and laughing coming from Slater's room. The little ones were in the house. Karen sat up waiting for them to invade her room. She heard them as they stomped down the hallway. Then she had three giggling and laughing children climbing all over her. She was laughing so hard she peed herself and had to shoo the children out so she could change.
When she entered the kitchen her mom grabbed her and hugged her tightly. Then it was her dad's turn. He squeezed her tight then let go. She stood on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. Then she was hugging each of the little ones again. They squealed as she tickled them. They went running to their rooms to change so they could go in the lake. Soon, Karen and her mom were alone in the kitchen. Karen smiled at her mom. Slowly walked to her and hugged her once again. Mom kissed Karen on the cheek. Karen kissed her mom on the lips, hard.
"Love you mom," Karen said as she pulled her lips away.
"Love you too sweetheart," Mom said looking at Karen.
Karen looked her right in the eyes. Smiled. Then pressed her lips to her moms once more before turning to go help the little ones with their swimsuits. When the four of them came back through the kitchen, Karen's Mom was still standing where Karen had left her.
"Come on Mom, get your suit on and join us," Karen yelled.
Mon shook her head, smiled at Karen and grabbed a suitcase and headed to the master bedroom. She stripped and put on her very conservative one-piece swimsuit. She grabbed some towels and headed for the door.
Dad was sitting on the porch watching the little ones frolic in the water with their big brother and sister. When mom came out the door he smacked her on the ass.
"Nice suit there Eileen," he said.
"Thank you, dear," she said dropping the towels and headed for the shore where everyone else was.
Before she could get in the water, the little ones were splashing her. She was soaked before even getting her toes wet. She laughed and splashed them back. All of them just had a blast splashing and cavorting about in the shallows. After about an hour of horseplay, the three little ones were exhausted. Mom shooed them up to the porch with their dad for a little rest.
Mom took off for the raft, with Slater and Karen in hot pursuit. She won the race, only because they let her. The three climbed the ladder up to the deck. Karen then dove back in on the opposite side and came back up with the bag full of towels and a blanket.
"What a marvelous idea," Mom said as Slater spread the blanket out on the raft.
The three sat. Slater and Karen on either side of their mom. They all sighed as they dripped dried in the gentle breeze. Slater took his mom's hand in his.
"I really missed you all," he said.
"Me too. I didn't think I would, but I did," Karen said.
"I missed you two also," mom said looking out over the lake. "It's so pretty here. I wish we could live up her year around, but we can't."
"Why not?" Slater asked.
"Well, first of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter. Second of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter," Mom said laughing.
Slater hugged her to him and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She leaned against him for an instant, then sat up. Slater left his arm around her shoulder. She didn't shrug it off. Then the loud noise of motorcycles filled the air. Slater looked at Karen, then toward the house. He saw the glint from chrome.
"Karen, under the raft, Mom you're with Karen," Slater shouted as he dove into the water and swam at full speed to the short.
"Mom, come on," Karen said pulling her mom over the edge away from the shore.
Mom was trying to talk as she hit the water. She was sputtering and choking as she came to the surface. Karen grabbed her by her suit and pulled her under the raft. Karen found the platform and pulled her mom to it. Mom wasn't surprised by what she stood on. Karen looked at her mom and smiled.
"You finally found it," mom said. "Now what the hell is going on and what about the little ones," she yelled.
"Shhhh. They'll be fine. Slater will take care of everything. Just watch."
They both looked up at the house. The children were nowhere to be seen. Slater stood on the porch leaning against the wall, waiting. Two men came around the corner. They both jumped when Slater said something to them. They both put their hands up and started talking very softly.
"I'm really sorry about my brother again. It seems I'm always apologizing for him."
"Maybe you should stop. Maybe you should let him sit in jail. He and his buddy were going to try rape, my sister, again."
Slater turned toward the lake. He had heard splashing. He watched as his mom and Karen walked up out of the water.
"Maybe you should listen to Slater," Karen said as she stood next to her brother.
"I will young lady. Who it this, your sister?" he asked as Karen mom stood beside Karen.
"I'm their mother, Eileen."
"Well, Eileen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I won't take up any more of your time. Have a nice day," he said, turned and walked around the corner of the house.
"Who is going to explain..."
"I will," Slater said. "Karen why don't you go in and help Dad with the little ones."
Karen smiled at her brother, nodded and went inside.
"Come on Mom, we'll talk on the raft," Slater said heading for the water.
"I don't know...hell," Mom said following her son out to the raft.
When they got settled, Mom looked at Slater. He nodded.
"We were at Sally's for breakfast. There were these two ruffians in a booth make noise and causing trouble for Sally and the cook. He warned them. That's when they noticed Karen and me. They started making crude remarks about Karen. I went over to tell them to shut up and they started to get out of the booth. The first one out I decked. The second one out Karen took out."
"What do you mean she took him out?" Mom asked.
"She kicked him in the nuts," Slater said plainly.
Mom gasped, then started to laugh.
"I bet he didn't get up too fast," she quipped.
"No, he didn't. The sheriff arrived about that time. He shooed them away. I guess they got in more trouble later because he showed up at the house to tell us they got out of jail. Karen and I spend the night in. We put the car in the garage and had all the light off. It wasn't until the next night that they showed up. I don't think they even knew it was where we lived. I think they were just looking for a place to stay and thought the place was empty.
"Anyway, I got the shotgun from the safe and loaded it with..."
"You didn't kill them," Mom said her hand over the mouth and eyes wide.
"No, mom. I would never do that. I loaded the shotgun with the birdshot half loads dad used to teach the little one how to shoot."
"Oh. Okay, continue," mom said.
"They broke in. I told them to get on their knees. They didn't and came toward me, so I shot them."
"Oh dear. How badly where they hurt?"
"Not bad. Hardly pierced the skin."
"Oh, that's good. Are you okay dear?" she asked.
"I am, mom. No sweat. They were animals, so I treated them like animals."
"Oh sweetheart," she sighed and put her arms around her son.
Mom laid her head on his shoulder. Slater laid his head against hers. Slater thought as she hugged him, 'she even smells good all wet.' He moved a little and put his arms around her. She sighed again.
"Mom, I love you," Slater said.
"I love you too honey," Mom said.
They sat that way for a long time. Screaming coming toward them alerted them the little ones were on their way. Smiling Slater and his mom sat up and watched as Dad and Karen herded them in their life jackets to the raft. Slater laughed at them as he moved over by the ladder and helped them up on the raft. He also helped Karen up. She was laughing so hard she could barely move. Dad had gone around to the other ladder.
The little ones settled down hugging Mom and Slater and Karen. Dad sat behind Mom holding her in his arms as she held little Emily in hers. Slater had Troy and Karen held Carl. Everyone just sat looking out over the lake. The little ones looked exhausted and ready for a nap. Actually, Karen and Slater could use a nap. The family sat for about half an hour, just enjoying the feeling of being close and together. Of course, the view was nice too. It was Dad who mentioned he was hungry. The little ones seconded his motion. Mom smiled at everyone as she sighed.
There were now four adults to herd the little ones to shore. It still took a long time as the two boys always tried to get away, but Dad and Salter rounded them up and kept them on course to the house. When they finally got ashore, Mom, Karen, and Slater dried the little ones off, then turned to dry themselves. Mom went in to fix dinner, Karen followed to help her. Slater went in the with the little ones and played with them in the living room. Dad was in his favorite chair watching the little ones and Slater.
"Dinners ready," Mom called out to the exhausted children and her husband.
Dad and Slater herded the kids into the bathroom to wash up. Then they all went out to the kitchen and got in their seats. Mom and Karen were just placing the last of the plates on the table.
"Who says grace?" Mom asked.
"I will," Karen spoke up surprising Mom and Dad. "Our Lord in heaven we thank you for the bounty we have before us. We also thank you for our parents and our brothers and sister, who we love very much. Amen." Karen sighed as she still had her head down. She was still praying to herself. Then she looked up at her brother, Slater. She just stared at him, her lip quivering until Emily patted her hand.
"That was very nice Karen," Emily said, then started eating.
"Thank you, Emily," Karen replied, her eyes filling with tears.
"This is really good Mom," Slater said taking everyone's attention from Karen. She smiled at him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
The rest of the meal was filled with small take and jokes that the little ones tried to tell. Of course, everyone laughed at them even if they messed up the punch line. After dinner, Slater volunteered to help Mom clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. Karen nodded at him and took the little ones into the living room to play. Dad sat at the table still nibbling at his plate. He hadn't eaten much. But that could have been because he had a big lunch. Slater just watched him while he helped his Mom.
Dad finally pushed away from the table with a sadness in his eyes that Slater had never seen before. He went into the living room and sat in his chair. He did smile as he watched the kids and Karen horse around.
"Mom?" Slater asked.
"Yes dear," she replied.
"Is Dad all right?"
Mom froze where she was. Her shoulders started to shake.
"Mom are you okay?" She bowed her head, taking a deep breath. She looked at her handsome son.
"I'm fine sweetheart, but your father...your father is...sick."
"How sick, Mom?"
"Ah...can we talk about this after he goes to sleep? I need to tell you and Karen together."
"Sure, Mom, I can wait," Slater said, putting his arm around his mother's shoulders.
"Thank you, sweetheart," she replied, pressing herself against her son. "Come on, we're almost finished here."
"Sure, Mom," Slater said, letting go of her and helping her finish up.
An hour later, Mom and Karen got the little ones ready for bed. Karen, still dressed in her bikini, took Emily in the shower and helped her wash her hair. When Emily was done, Karen shooed her out and did hers. When she came out, the boys were waiting to get in.
"Geez, women," Troy said disgustedly.
Slater and Karen looked at him and laughed. Then Karen swatted his little butt. He mocks screaming as she didn't swat him all that hard. She was about to swat him again when he just scooted through the door into the bathroom. Slater and Carl were chuckling as they went into the bathroom. Slater helped the two boys wash in the shower and then shooed them out and took his trunks off. He showered and was just finishing when the water went cold.
Slater dried off and went in search of his Mom. He found her in the boy's room, tucking them in.
"Mom, there won't be any hot water for at least an hour. Sorry."
"That's okay, I'll be up until then anyway," she replied leaning down and kissing Carl on the forehead.
Slater nodded and headed for his small room. The house wasn't all that big, but he got a small room to himself, while Karen shared a room with Emily. He smiled as he closed the door and dropped the towel to the floor. He slipped on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He shoved his feet into his sandals, picked up the towel and went to hang it up in the bathroom. Then he went out in the living room. When he got there he found his father dozing off in his chair. Slater smiled and sat quietly on the couch. The exact spot where his cum had oozed out of his sister all those nights they had fucked on that particular piece of furniture.
He was still softly chuckling when Karen showed up after putting Emily in bed. She sat next to him and smiled at her dad. Slater just shook his head at her. She looked at him a frown on her pretty face. Slater shrugged, then mouthed "Mom" at his sister. She nodded. Their Mom came out from saying goodnight to the little ones. She smiled at her husband, then closed her eyes tight and stood there a grimace on her face. Slater rose and went to her. She leaned into him when she felt his arms around her. She nodded at him as she opened her eyes.
"Jordan, honey," Mom said shaking her husband. "Jordan, please wake up."
"Huh! What?" Dad croaked opening his eyes and looking around. When he spotted Mom he smiled looking up at her with love in his eyes. Karen sighed.
"It's time for bed, dear," Mom said reaching her hand down to help him up.
"Oh, yes, so it is, thank you. The last time I slept in that chair I had a crick in my neck that hurt for a week."
Karen giggled, Slater chuckled, Mom just nodded at him as he struggled to his feet. Slater stepped up and helped his Mom. She smiled at him, nodding. The three of them walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Slater helped his dad to bed. He sat up, pulled his t-shirt off, then lay down on his side. Mom leaned over kissing him on the cheek.
"G'night dear, I love you," she said.
"Love you too, dear, 'night," Dad replied closing his eyes. He was snoring before they got to the door
Mom closed the door softly. She turned to Slater and collapsed into his arms. Slater picked her up and carried her to the living room. Karen jumped up when she saw her mother in Slater's arms. Slater set her down on the couch. She sat up, breathing softly.
"Thank you, dear," she said looking up at Slater with tears in her eyes.
Slater sat down next to her and pulled her to him, hugging her gently. Karen sat on the other side of her mother rubbing her shoulder.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Karen asked. "I noticed earlier that you weren't yourself."
"Children..." she said closing her eyes. "Oh my god, how do I tell you? Your father is dying. He has about a month left..." she said breaking down after she told them.
Slater just held her while she sobbed. Karen was crying too, now. He was a little teary too, but he had to remain strong for his mother. Eileen was shaking with sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks. Karen was leaning on her crying and trying to comfort her at the same time. Slater just held her as she squeezed him, hard. For fifteen minutes they sat there crying and hugging.
"All right, I have to tell you two. The little ones don't know and we don't want them to know until...until...after. I promised Jordan...your dad. He has cancer, stage four lung cancer. He doesn't what Chemo, it won't do any good anyway and he doesn't want to go through all the pain and suffering," Mom said watching her children.
"How?" Karen asked. Her father was a nonsmoker.
"Just one of those things, the doctors say. He is in pain most of the time. He takes a painkiller, but it makes him drowsy all the time. So he struggles to stay awake. Oh god," Mom said crying again.
Slater still held her, he too was now crying, Karen was crying. The three of them sat there a good half hour. Then Mom pushed Slater away and she sat up straight. Her face was all red, her eyes were red. Karen's arms snaked around Mom's body. She hugged her mother hard.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," Karen said kissing her on the cheek.
"Thank you, dear," Mom said placing an arm on Karen's shoulders.
"Me too, Mom," Slater said.
"Thank you, Slater. God, you have been such a good kid. I just adore you, dear."
"Thank you, mom," Slater said hugging his mother. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mom," Karen said.
"Oh my sweet little girl, I love you so much," Mom said kissing Karen on the cheek.
They were all crying again, hugging together. Ten minutes it took for them to settle down so they could talk. Slater let go of his Mom. Karen let go of her too. They all sat back on the couch, exhausted. They sat there staring up at the ceiling for a long time. Slater dropped his head staring down at his legs. He noticed his Mom's legs. Her skirt had ridden up to show a lot of thigh. He looked up farther, she had her head back, eyes closed. She was holding Karen's hand. Karen's head was on her shoulder. Karen's eyes were closed.
Reaching over, Slater took a hold of his mother skirt hem and pulled it down her thighs. Her head snapped up immediately. She watched her son as he covered her legs. Slater watched her as she watched his hand. Reaching up, Mom took hold of Slater's head and pulled his lips to hers. Slater kissed his mother, with all the love and passion he felt for her. She kissed him back, hard. Mom moaned. Karen lifted her head from her mother's shoulder. She watched as they kissed. Then she got up as slowly as possible and retreated to her and Emily's room.
Slater pulled his Mom against him. He had felt Karen leave. He was overjoyed he had his mother to himself. She kissed him a long, long time. Her breathing was rapid and harsh. Her body was shaking, her arms were around him now, pulling him to her. Slater couldn't help himself as one of his hands moved to her breast. She sighed as he touched her. He squeezed, she moaned. Then her breath exploded from her lungs and she was pushing Slater away from her. She was panting, trying to fill her labored lungs.
She looked up at Slater. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes full of wonder. Then she was kissing her son and forcing her tongue into his mouth. Slater was the one whose lungs exploded this time. She was sucking air through her nose not wanting to pull his lips from hers. They kissed even longer this time. Slater now had his hand up her skirt, running his fingers over her panty covered pussy. She was shaking and shivering.
"Oh god," croaked Mom. "My god. No. We...we shouldn't...be...oh god yes."
Slater pressed his lip to hers. He now had a finger on her clit, gently moving it around and over her pleasure spot. Mom's hips started to buck as her son kissed and made her shiver with pleasure. Then she was screaming into his mouth. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Hard. She was stiff as a board. Only her legs were shaking as she held them out straight in front of her. Slater pulled his hand away from her crotch. He pulled his lips from hers, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked so much like Karen, but more mature.
"We shouldn't," Mom said.
"Shouldn't what, Mom?" Slater asked.
"Oh god...you're going to make me say it, aren't you?"
Slater smiled, then pressed his lips gently to hers. She sighed at their lips touching, she kissed him back.
"We can't, not here," she said pushing him back.
"Okay. How about out on the raft?"
"Oh god," his Mom said sighing. "No, not tonight, not ever son."
"I love you mom," said Slater as he squeezed her breast.
"Oh my god, no, no, this is so wrong son, so wrong," Eileen uttered then sighed in surrender.
She pulled her son's lips to hers kissing him fiercely. Her arms snaked up around his neck. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her breast. She was under his spell and she knew it, she had known it since this afternoon, out on the raft. Slater pulled his lips away from hers. He stood, looking down at her beautiful face, he took her hand and pulled her up next to him.
"Where?" she asked.
"My room," he said leading the way.
She just nodded as she followed him. In his tiny room, with only a twin size bed there wasn't much room. He closed the door, almost pushing his mother down on the floor. He spun and caught her before she fell. He pressed his lips once more to hers. She clung to him as she kissed him back. He was so strong. So handsome, so much like his father was at his age. She moaned as she felt him unbutton her dress. Once it was unbuttoned, she dropped her arms to let it float to the ground. She was now just in her panties.
Slater moved his mouth down to his mother's nipple. He sucked gently. She held his head as she watched him suckle at her breast once again. Moaning she closed her eyes as her body shook with pleasure and lust. She also couldn't believe she was letting her son see her almost naked, let alone suck on her tit. She moaned as he gently bit down on her nipple with his teeth. She watched as he slowly sank to his knees, pushed his nose against her pussy and sniffed deeply of her scent. She sighed as he grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. When her shaved pussy appeared, Slater kissed it, his tongue came out and licked the hood of her clit. She shivered as her panties fell to the floor. She pulled her feet from her sandals and now she was completely naked for her son.
"How long has it been?" Slater asked looking up into Eileen's eyes.
"Too long...oh god, six months, your father's meds keep him from getting erect."
She closed her eyes as she sighed for telling him that. Why was she letting him do this to her? Why not? She was on the pill. There is no chance of her getting pregnant. Why not enjoy her son, before he goes off to college. Slater moved her so she was now laying on his bed. He had pulled the covers back so she was on the clean sheets he had put on yesterday. Eileen closed her eyes as her son undressed next to the bed. She wanted to look, but couldn't bring herself too...yet. She felt him kneel at the foot of the small bed. His hands were then between her thighs, pushing them apart. Eileen let him. He could now see her most private of privates.
"God you're so beautiful," Slater whispered.
"Oh god," Eileen croaked.
When his tongue touched her labia, Eileen jerked and almost screamed. She brought her arm up and put it in her mouth as Slater started to suck and lick her pussy. She was coming when his tongue touched her hooded clit. She loved to have her pussy eaten, but Jordan was even unable to do that to her now. He has stopped quite some time ago. She was biting down on her arm to keep from waking the whole house. Slater was now pushing his stiff tongue into his mom's vagina as far as he could. She was screaming and biting her arm to muffle the sound. He kept licking her. He kept sucking up her juices as they flowed out of her wonderful body.
"No more, please Slater, no more, oh god I coming," Eileen growled softly at her son.
Slater pulled his mouth from his mother's pussy. He looked down at her as he knelt between her spread legs. She was so beautiful. Leaning forward he to a nipple into his mouth. She sucked gently. She cooed at him softly as she came down from her orgasm. He alternated between her two nipples, gently sucking and nibbling at them.
"Oh god, that feels so good," Eileen said to her son holding his head to her chest.
He moved a little and she felt his hard cock touch her thigh. She shivered, jerked and groaned as it did. Reaching down between them, she grabbed his cock in her petite hand. He was huge. She was a little shocked at his size. From who did the gene for this come from, her or her husband. She moaned as she pressed it against her opening. She was so wet that Slater didn't even have to push, it just slipped in all on its own. Eileen sighed as he filled her up, all the way to her cervix. Her husband was a good sized but had never filled her so full.
"Oh Mom, that feels wonderful," Slater whispered in her ear.
"Oh god, you are so big," Eileen croaked.
They lay there, coupled together, just enjoying the feel of each other. Slater moaned in his mother's ear.
"Well, are you going to make love to me or just lay there with you wonderful dick in my sloppy old pussy," Eileen whispered in his ear.
"I'm just going to enjoy the feel of your wonderful pussy for as long as my dick will stay hard. Last time I did this it stayed hard for three days," he growled chuckling.
"You shouldn't lie to your mother," Eileen said softly.
"You're right it was only eight hours."
Slater pulled out halfway, then slipped in slowly until he was all the way inside his mother's hot pussy. He did it over and over. His mother was groaning each time he slid inside her body. She moaned each time he retreated from her. He was slowly speeding up until he was soon pounding into her body hard and fast. Eileen was biting her son's shoulder and screaming. Her screams were muffled by Slater's flesh. In and out, his cock slammed her pussy. He was fast getting to the point of no return. His mother was already there, screaming her orgasms into his neck as she bit down on his flesh. He would have a mark there tomorrow. Then he slammed his face into his pillow and roared his pleasure as his semen flowed up his cock shooting out of the end and filling his mother's womb with his seed.
He was shaking as he pressed into her as far as he could. Eileen was shaking and shivering as she felt her son's seed fill her and warm her belly. Her mind was reeling with the pleasure she felt. It was also reeling with the guilt she felt for doing this with her son. 'Oh my god,' she thought as she started to calm down. But it had felt so good.
"Oh god," she whispered. "You...you are my son. We should never have done this. Oh my god, what you must think of me?"
"I love you, mom. I really, really, love you." Slater was still shaking as he told her.
"I love you too, but not like this...this is so wrong...my god, I let my son fuck the shit out of me. Fuck it was so good too." Then Eileen was crying. Her heart was torn, her mind was torn. She didn't know what to do, but she found herself holding on to her son, hoping he would stay on top of her just a little bit longer.
"Then why does it feel so right," Slater said softly as he pulsed his cock inside his mother.
"Oh god, don't do that. You'll have me screaming again."
"Karen wants you too."
Eileen just lay there, shocked out of her mind by what Slater had just told her.
"What?" she asked even though she had heard him the first time. She felt her pussy constrict at the thought of Karen.
"Karen wants to make love to you too." Slater felt his mom's pussy constrict around him when he told her again. He smiled.
"Oh god," Eileen was having another orgasm. She could feel her son's cock, it was still hard. "Fuck me again dear, please I need to cum again."
Slater was still hard, he wasn't surprised by this. Instead, he was glad that he was. His mom was so hot. So sexy. So wonderful to be inside her. He pulled out, then slid slowly back into her body. He groaned at the feeling. His mother sighed with contentment.
"We shouldn't, oh god, but it feels so good." Eileen was once again biting her son's shoulder. She could feel his lips on her neck. He wasn't sucking, just kissing her. She shivered at his touch. Her breasts were smashed by his body on top of hers. Eileen was having small little orgasms that were ripping her insides out. She wanted to scream to the world her love for her son, but couldn't now. Now she had to shudder in silence in order to keep everyone in the house from knowing what a slut mother she was.
Slater slowly made love to his mother. He loved the way she felt around his hard cock. As he pushed into her, her pussy would grab him when he hit bottom and hold him as he pulled out. He just knew he was almost turning her inside out. And it felt so good he was close to once again filling her with his seed. He slammed into her hard. His cock pulsed and pulsed as he his ropes of semen filled his mother once more.
"Oh god," Eileen growled as she felt her son's cock pulse inside her body. "Oh my god, I'm coming...so good, so good baby. Oh my god. You fuck me so good." Then she was biting Slater's shoulder and shaking violently. Slater held her.
"God I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.
Still shaking with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had, she started to cry. Slater heard her sobs and moved off her. She held onto him so he couldn't get away. But he wasn't going anywhere, just next to her so he could kiss her lips. She was kissing him back with all the passion in her body. God she loved him. So much. More than she should. In a different way than she should. She was so ashamed of herself. She was such a fucking whore and a slut.
"I have to go clean up," she said pushing Slater away. "We'll talk about this tomorrow." She gathers her clothes and opened his door. Looking out she rushed across the hall into the bathroom.
She left Slater's door open. He saw the light in the bathroom come on. He heard the water running in the shower. Then he saw a shadow cross the bright light from under the bathroom door. Then his door was closing and his sister was climbing into bed with him. He smiled at her. She kissed him and snuggled up to him.
"Was she good?" Karen asked softly.
"She was wonderful," Slater gasped.
"Good. Did she like it?"
"Yes and no. She feels a lot of guilt for letting me fuck her, but she really, enjoyed me fucking her."
"I figured that would happen. Did you tell her I wanted her too?"
"I did."
"What did she say?"
"Fuck me again."
"Oh. Wow. When do you think I should approach her?"
"Not for a day or two. She is upset and relaxed all at the same time. Just be easy with her. Don't push. Let things happen like they did with me tonight. And thank you for leaving. If you would have stayed I don't think she would have..."
"I figured that too."
"Are you staying here or going back to your bed?" Slater asked his sister.
"As soon as mom is out of the bathroom...oops, there she goes. See you in the morning sweetheart." She kissed her brother hard. Then was gone. She left the door open on her way out. Reaching down to the floor, Slater pulled his shorts up and put them on.
Rolling over he closed his eyes. 'Tomorrow should be interesting,' he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
*To be continued...*
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Text: I checked my watch one final time: one minute to go. As I pulled my hair back beneath my gray beanie, I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I didn't usually get too nervous before jobs, but this one promised to be a special challenge, even for a thief with my... unusual skillset.
The digital display on my watch flashed as I adjusted my satchel and tightened my gloves: show time. Straightening against the shadowed pillar, I drew in my mind's eye a three-dimensional blueprint of the vault. My fingers shaped symbols in the air, and, steeling myself, I uttered the short incantation.
There surrounded me a sensation of between, bitter cold mixed with deafening gusts of blackness. It lasted but a moment, yet seemed to stretch on indefinitely, to the point where I wondered if I would reach my destination. But finally, the tumult died down, and I reentered the universe with a jolt.
It is difficult to describe the experience of teleportation. No words can really do justice to the space between point A and point B, and there is no real precedent for what happens when you get there. First there is a FWOOMP! of displaced air, and then an immediate and overwhelming sensation of fullness, as if your lungs, stomach, and intestines have all reached their capacity. Along with the fullness is the hug of fabric that doesn't fit quite so perfectly anymore, and extreme vertigo that borders on nausea for a few moments before subsiding. The cramped pressure inside your body improves as high concentrations of air flow toward low concentrations, and the system reaches equilibrium. In practice, it involves quite a bit of belching and flatulence.
I did a quick bit of fiddling with my sweater and pants to relieve the various tight spots. My body, now at twice its normal volume, looked significantly plumper than it had mere moments before, outside the gates. I couldn't help but take a moment to run my hands across the assorted new curves. Another belch found its way out of my mouth. Blushing, I finally composed myself and took a look at where I was.
The vault was maybe ten feet by fifteen, and lined on all sides with drawers and glass cases, each containing a treasure of some sort. All were undoubtedly valuable, but my principal aim was not money. I like to steal things that are one of a kind. Special. Powerful. And tonight, I had my eye set on a very special prize. Which was a bit of a problem, considering that, as I examined every case and opened every drawer in the entire vault, I couldn't seem to find it.
A twinge of panic began to stir in my bloated gut. The mansion had dozens of rooms; if the amulet wasn't here, then it could take hours to determine its true location. I did, luckily, have hours. That wasn't the problem, however. The problem was that I was locked inside a vault that couldn't be opened from within.
I brushed some renegade locks of hair back under my beanie. At the moment, I had two options: teleport outside the vault and explore the rest of the dimly-lit, security-patrolled mansion, or abort the mission. My judgement was perhaps a bit skewed by adrenaline, but I really wanted that damn amulet. Sighing, I visualized the hallway outside the vault, twiddled out the hand signals, and uttered the incantation.
The between was shorter this time around, but the instant expansion made my eyes bug out. The outrageous pressure was exacerbated by the fact that I had to hold in the air to keep silent while I scoped out the areas adjacent to me. Only when I had determined the coast was clear did I let out a long, muted belch. My intestines squirmed uncomfortably, but I was too nervous to relieve the pressure, or too prudent—I am a lady, after all.
Moonlight shone through a large picture window not too far away from me. In the dimness, I could see my startlingly enlarged breasts peeking out the top of my sweater. I probably looked pregnant with a whole batch of extra-large fetuses. I put a hand to my face: even my lips seemed a smidge fuller.
I made my way as stealthily as I could down the hallway. If my mental map was correct, I should be heading toward the next likeliest spot: the study. Doorframe after doorframe passed—how many rooms were there in this damn house?—and I heard nothing but my own very quiet breath, and the occasional gurgle as my abdomen complained about the pressure. Finally, I arrived at Door #1.
My panties dug into the cleft of my buttocks as I knelt down and removed the lockpick kit from my satchel. The door was ancient, probably solid oak, but the lock was brand new. This could take a little while.
I had been at it for probably a good ten minutes when I heard footsteps echoing softly down the hall. In the darkness, I was concealed, but as I gazed down the rows of shafted moonlight toward the sound, I made out the figure of a guard strolling sedately toward me. I had very little time.
The lock continued to defy my attempts at breaching the study. The guard drew closer. My breathing grew faster, and I feared he might hear it. I had no alternative. Yanking out the tools and tossing them back in my satchel, I shut my eyes, waved my fingers, and whispered the incantation.
I was instantly inside the pitch-black study, and instantly consumed by unbearable fullness. I wanted nothing more than to let it all out in an explosion of bodily gas release, but I mustered every ounce of strength to hold it in. My eyes watered as I listened for the guard to walk by the door. All the while, I dreaded that he might be able to hear the storm of thunderous noises emanating from my midsection. I was startled by a sudden pop as my navel became convex.
An eternity passed, and the footsteps died away. Exhaling gratefully, I allowed my body to relax, and discovered to my horror that the air had apparently lodged itself quite irretrievably within my gut. The pressure remained almost debilitating, but it now had no outlet.
That amulet had better be in here.
I rummaged around in my satchel, struggling to reach it with both hands around my rotund stomach, and pulled out a flashlight. The bright beam ignited the opposite wall, and in the ambient glow, I beheld the astonishing expanse of my body. If I had to guess, my bust was nearing a foot and a half across, and my belly a bit less than twice that. Neither was much contained by my sweater. My ass felt cinched by a pair of panties that would now probably fit someone twice my normal size easily. My face felt pudgy; I probably had dimples now, and big pouty lips. I was forced to waddle as I searched the room.
All four walls were lined with towering bookcases; in one corner I bounced against a massive armchair, accompanied by an embroidered lamp. There were more than just books on the shelves, and as I looked, my eyes fell upon a bust of some Greek deity—Pallas, no doubt—around whose neck there rested a pendant. My heart skipped a beat. The amulet! Just sitting there, with no locks, no vaults, not even a good dusting. The last artifact of an ancient mystical order, said to channel the forces of nature and give its wearer power over birds and beasts, and here it was, a knicknack in some rich fool's study. It seemed almost pathetically easy.
I grabbed the amulet and gently placed it in a velvet pouch, which I then stowed in my satchel. The job was nearly complete, with only a few minor complications, if waddling around like an overstuffed beanbag for a few days counted as minor. I composed myself with a grin, secured the strap of my satchel securely across my front, and cast the spell one last time.
I materialized outside the gates, concealed once more behind a brick pillar. Or, partially concealed, at least. As the vertigo subsided and I adjusted to the unbelievable pressure raging within me, I did a quick mental calculation. Each teleportation displaced my current volume in air, which would double my volume with each casting. After four teleportations, I was sixteen times my original volume. I couldn't see much past the beachball-sized globes of my breasts, but I knew I must look absolutely ridiculous. I had to be nearly as wide as I was tall. Moving around, I discovered with some consternation that my legs would barely bend, forced rigid by the inconcievable amount of air lodged inside them. My arms were not much better by comparison. Cold air in unexpected places signaled that my wardrobe had malfuctioned rather irretrievably. Frankly, I was surprised it had held out this long.
If the futility of my situation hadn't yet become apparent, it was quickly brought home to me when my first attempt at walking resulted in a fall that ended—much too quickly—with a rubbery bounce. I was stuck, eyes gazing up at the stars.
There followed several mortifying minutes of Sisyphean struggle as I variously rolled, rocked, and bobbed to and fro in an attempt to right myself. I was ultimately forced to accept that I was not going anywhere.
As my breathing, quickened by the exertion, grew calmer, I heard the tread of a leather boot. I couldn't know who it was, but probability indicated that it wasn't someone I wanted to run into in my present state. I was terrified; I seriously doubted my body's ability to withstand another teleportation. The pressure was already so intense. But the footsteps grew closer, and finally, clenching shut my eyes, I pictured my living room, twiddled my fingers, and mumbled the incantation through swollen lips.
I very nearly passed out from the pressure. It stretched my body in all directions, forcing its way into every corner, every crevice. It was fullness beyond reason, like the entire universe was crammed into me. Never again will I look at a balloon without shuddering. I truthfully thought I was going to explode.
My stomach gave a gurgle, and then a rush of gas burst from between my puckered lips. A similar gust exited my rear. I blushed, but only half-heartedly; already I felt indescribably better.
My clothes had said their last goodbyes, and now lay in tatters on the floor around me. The satchel strap had torn, and the bag's contents were now strewn across the carpet; I spied the velvet pouch, and the unmistakeable bulge inside it. My treasure was safe.
I examined my current state. It was of course impossible to tell for certain, but I seemed to be altogether rotund. Nothing more than a ball seated gently upon the floor. Swollen hands and feet wiggled stiffly at far removed points, sunken into divots on my drum-tight surface. Beyond the canyon that comprised my cleavage, I saw little except a horizon of pale, shiny skin, too taut to raise goose-pimples despite the cold air. I could feel my crotch rubbing against the carpet, inflated past my feet. My cheeks were comically engorged, and my lips were puffed so full that I couldn't speak. Mobility, at least attemptable before, was now an impossibility; my efforts rewarded me with nothing more than a gentle wobble.
Oh, well. It would be at least a day before I could even attempt to move around, and another week or so before I'd be in any condition to go out. Until then, I could afford to relax.
Another belch rolled up my esophagus. I let it escape through my nose. My body cushioned itself against the floor, and despite myself, I felt my eyes grow heavy. Sleep would be a welcome reprieve, though I'd no doubt be hungry when I woke up. Oh, well. That could wait. For now, I was satisfied.
I had my trinket.
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Compressions and Rarefactions By FuzzWolf Chapter 4
Story, Trevor and Sinclair copyright FuzzWolf 2003, Darkie is copyright his player. This story is of an adult nature and shouldn't be read by minors. Please comment!
Sinclair sighed as he sat down. He twitched his ears to get the water out as he tied his robe closed. After bringing Darkie back to the Raven and to his Mistress, he'd come home and taken a shower. Now, it was time to relax a bit. He smiled as he took a swig of water and wondered how Trevor's night had gone with Bunny. He expected he'd get an e-mail from the fox in the morning about it. Poor Trevor would probably be so exhausted; he'd just go home to bed.
The wolf looked up as he heard a knock at the door. He grunted as he heaved himself out of his comfortable chair. Sinclair glanced at the clock as he unlocked the door. He wondered who the hell was coming by this late.
"Hi wolfie," Trevor beamed as the door opened.
"Hey, I'm surprised to see you," Sinclair replied as he stepped aside to let the fox in. "I would have thought you'd go home and collapse."
"Nah," Trevor shrugged off his jacket, "I wanted to see ya. In fact, I was hoping I could spend the night." He turned to look at Sinclair as the wolf was closing the door. "If you don't mind, wolfie."
Sinclair smiled, feeling a stirring in his sheath for a moment.
"I was thinking of going to bed, but I'm not that tired," he replied with a grin.
"Heh, evil wolf," Trevor smiled as he kicked off his shoes.
By now, Sinclair had crossed the gap between them and was gently caressing Trevor's shoulders. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in his scent. Trevor sighed and leaned back against him.
"You know, people think we're mates," he said thoughtfully, almost to himself.
"Really?" Sinclair paused for a moment, "That's funny, eh?"
Trevor was silent for a moment, just thinking and enjoying the warmth of his frequent bed-mate against him.
"Yeah, I guess it is," he smiled and made his way into the living room, slowly unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Sinclair walked past him and sat down on the couch. The fox turned and looked at him curiously.
"I want a good seat for the show, foxie."
Trevor smiled, "Oh, you want a show hmm?"
The wolf licked his lips, grinning as wolfishly as possible. "You know it foxie."
"Say the magic words then," Trevor leaned forward, his paws on his knees. He grinned and swayed his hips slightly.
Sinclair's expression hardened, "Strip now, fox." He ordered with a steely tone.
"Oooh, yes sir," Trevor moaned, his foxcock throbbed with lust as he felt the wonderful submissive feelings wash over him.
The slim fox began by running his paws slowly up his leather-clad thighs and over the growing bulge at his groin; he whined softly and squeezed himself through his pants. He grinned, knowing what this was doing to the watching wolf. He ran his paws up over his chest and stretched his arms out, posing a little. Trevor started with his shirt. He gripped the bottom of it and slowly pulled it up, peeling the tight shirt off like a second skin. He saw Sinclair exhale suddenly as he revealed the fluffy white fur of his trim belly. He removed the rest of his shirt slowly, making sure to give his nipples a little tweak as he raised it over his chest. Next he pulled it over his head, shaking his head so his headfur got ruffled around as the shirt slipped down one arm. Trevor dangled it from his fingertips for a moment before it dropped silently to the floor.
Next, the sultry vulpine ran his paws over his bare chest and belly, again moving down to caress the outline of his sheath when he reached his pants. He turned around and bent over, running his paws up the backs of his thighs and over his perfectly round rump. He looked behind him while raising his tail.
"Like what you see, sir?"
Sinclair growled from the couch. "You naughty little foxslut, just wait till you get over here."
Trevor smiled wickedly and ran his fingertips over his crack, clearly visible through the tight leather pants. Next, he began to work at the lacings on the front of his pants. His nervous fingers opened them up quickly and he felt the leather loosen around his waist. Trevor closed his eyes and slowly lowered his pants. He gasped a little as his tail slipped free and he felt the cool air on his bare rear. He let the pants down just enough to reveal his red-furred rump. He bent over and spread his legs, knowing that dominant males found the little bit of white fur that ran up between his cheeks and under his tail to be very alluring. He smiled as he imagined Sinclair's cock, aching and hard inside that loose robe.
He turned slowly, standing up straight again. He still held his pants up with one paw so they covered his groin. He leaned back a little, making his crotch jut out towards his audience. With a sly vulpine grin, Trevor slowly moved his paw aside, holding his pants at their sides. The thick tip of his hard foxcock was now visible. He slipped his pants down the rest of the way. They made a soft thump as they hit the floor and pooled around his ankles. He stood there a moment, fully revealed. He leaned his shoulders back a little and cupped his white-furred balls in one paw. Trevor moaned a little as he rolled them around and squeezed his long, thick shaft with his other paw. He was surprised at how aroused he was so soon after an intense yiff. His foxcock was already leaking precum. He stepped out of his pants, being sure to turn his legs so they fully revealed the insides of his slender thighs.
"Good boy," Sinclair said softly, "Now come here, little fox."
Trevor put his head down, looking up at his master with his bright green eyes, and walked slowly towards the wolf on the couch.
Sinclair took Trevor's paw gently in his and leaned up as he gently pulled the fox close to him. He whispered softly in the fox's ear.
"Get over my knee foxie."
Trevor moaned, the very sound of the wolf's voice made his body quiver with pleasure. "Yes, sir," he barely whispered as he laid down over the wolf's strong lap. He sighed with complete contentment once he felt the familiar feel of Sinclair's strong thighs under his naked body. He felt incredibly vulnerable lying bare to his fur over the lap of a powerful predator who could do anything he wanted to him, and he loved it. Strangely, he always felt safe like this. The wolf's scent was all around him, it was a thick, masculine smell that drove him wild with desire and calmed his wildness at the same time. He knew this wolf would never hurt him. He knew Sinclair would spank his bottom till it glowed as red as his fur, he would mount him hard, fast and deep with his perfect lupine cock and tie him with his thick knot, but he would never do anything he didn't want to happen. In some subconscious way, Trevor realized he could spend forever lying over this wolf's knee and be perfectly happy and safe.
Sinclair looked down at the wonder of vulpine beauty lying over him. He saw Trevor differently in the dim half-light of his apartment. He began to gently caress Trevor's back, softly scritching with his claws. He smiled as the little fox moaned softly. He realized he had been gently caressing Trevor's fur for a long time now. Normally, in this position, he'd have had the urge to give that gorgeous rump a few good slaps to warm it up by now. He felt differently tonight though and he couldn't place why. He opened his muzzle, about to speak, but not sure what to say.
"Trevor-"
"Mmm, this feels good wolfie," Trevor mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled at Sinclair's leg.
Sinclair smiled down at Trevor again, moving down a little farther and beginning to gently caress his rump. Trevor sighed happily and raised his tail a little. Sinclair wondered if he meant to do that or if it was instinctual as he continued to rub and scritch the little fox's rear. He ran one finger slowly along the white fur that ran between Trevor's cheeks. Trevor moaned again, his body shivering. The big wolf sighed as he felt the fox's rock hard erection rubbing against his thigh.
"Trevor...I," he started to say when the fox turned and looked up at him with a dreamy expression.
"What is it wolfie?"
That was when Sinclair did something the fox wasn't expecting. He picked the smaller canid up and kissed him full on the muzzle. Trevor was surprised for a moment, but soon moaned and parted his lips, opening himself up for the wolf's deep kiss. He felt his lupine lover moving him. Soon, he was crouching over Sinclair's legs. He reached inside the wolf's robe as they kissed. Trevor's soft paws scritched and caressed the wolf's broad chest, instinctively moving down to part the loose robe.
Both furs moaned and growled gently as Sinclair's robe opened and they felt their bodies against each other suddenly. Sinclair ran his paws up and down Trevor's back as the fox rubbed down his belly. The kiss suddenly intensified even more when Trevor leaned forward slightly and the two male members pressed together, the tender flesh of each rubbing against each other. The long deep kiss went on as both furs writhed against each other, their hot bodies rubbing together. To each it felt as if they were truly exploring the other's body for the first time even though they had mated often.
"Oh gods, mate with me please. I want you in me," Trevor gasped in his partner's ear.
Sinclair didn't speak. He looked long into the fox's eyes and saw the need and the want there. There was so much in those deep eyes, he realized as he slowly lifted the fox's body up. Trevor groaned wantonly as his foxhood rubbed through the wolf's muscled stomach. He whimpered as Sinclair's soft fur teased his erect maleness. He bit his lower lip as he felt the wolf's cockhead slipping under his hanging balls and nestling comfortably between his cheeks. Soon, it was nuzzling insistently at his tight entrance. Trevor thought for a moment that he wasn't lubed up, but he didn't care. The little fox bit his lip and leaned forward, sniffing deeply. The wolf's lust-filled smell made him moan wantonly, feeding the fire of his need to be taken by this strong predator. He realized the wolf wasn't moving, he was just holding him gently. Trevor licked his cheek tenderly and slowly lowered himself, squeezing his eyes shut as Sinclair's thick, unlubed cockhead pushed roughly into his tight foxhole. He moaned as the wolf's cockhead popped in him fully. He slowly sat down on his partner's lap, feeling the long, hard shaft sliding deep inside.
Sinclair held the little fox tightly in his arms, hugging him to his chest and nuzzling his neck.
"Trevor, you're amazing," he gasped as he nuzzled the little fox's cheek.
Under his fur, Trevor blushed happily as he nuzzled back, shivering a little as Sinclair began to nibble gently at his neck. Soon, the wolf was kissing him again. Trevor moaned as he felt his lover's paw tightly gripping his erection as they kissed. The fox began to move slowly up and down on Sinclair's lap. As his tailhole adjusted to the wolf's cock in him, he humped his own thick shaft into Sinclair's soft-furred paw.
Sinclair broke the kiss and sat back to watch the fox on his lap. He smiled as he took in the sight of the young, slim fox riding his wolfhood. He alternated between squeezing and gently teasing the foxcock in his paw while his other paw reached behind Trevor to grip the base of his tail. He leaned forward and nuzzled Trevor's chest and took one of the fox's nipples into his muzzle and bit gently. Trevor's body shivered, but Sinclair wasn't sure if it was the little love bite on his nipple or because he was now pushing his wolfhood into the fox teasingly slow.
"Cum for me, pretty fox," Sinclair growled to his vulpine lover as he licked and nuzzled at Trevor's chest.
"I'm...so...close," Trevor whimpered.
Sinclair groaned as the fox's tailhole squeezed his cock like a vise. He leaned down and took the tip of Trevor's foxhood into his muzzle. His long, slick tongue wrapped around the cocktip and squeezed. The fox squirmed in his lap and began to thrust more insistently into his muzzle which also made Trevor drive himself down onto the wolf's cock even harder.
Sinclair moaned and sucked the fox's thick cock hard. The stimulation of the thick wolf cock pumping in his tight rear and the teasing and sucking on his rock hard cock was too much for the fox to take. He held on as long as he could, hoping to feel the wolf cum inside him, but he couldn't last as Sinclair was holding back on purpose.
Trevor's slim thighs tightened around Sinclair's lap and he came hard, suddenly filling his partner's muzzle with his vulpine cum. Trevor sat down hard on Sinclair's cock as he rode out his powerful climax. He took the wolfcock as deep as he could before Sinclair shoved it just a little deeper to completely milk his body dry. Trevor collapsed against the strong wolf as he panted. The fox soon realized that the wolf was still rock hard and hadn't cum yet.
"Why didn't you...y'know?" Trevor asked softly.
The wolf caressed his fox's muzzle softly, which caused Trevor to smile and give his paw a little lick. Sinclair smiled as he replied, "I was having too much fun watching you, fox."
"Silly wolf," Trevor said as he grinned. "Do you want me to help you with this?" He asked as he playfully squeezed his rump down on the wolf's erection.
"Let's try something different," Sinclair responded as he gently lifted the smaller mammal off his lap.
Trevor squirmed as the thick cock suddenly slid out of him. Sinclair picked him up and gently laid him down on the soft, furry rug he had in front of his couch. The wolf crouched over Trevor's body with his thighs around the fox's chest. He slowly leaned forward and let his thick wolfcock slowly press against Trevor's chest.
"Mmm, your fur is so soft, fox."
Sinclair moved his cock back and forth slowly, allowing the soft red fur to tease his tender cocktip. His precum left a small sticky spot on Trevor's chest. He leaned down and held the fox's paws above his head as they kissed. The pair looked into each other's eyes.
"Do you want to cum on me, sir?"
Sinclair just growled a little and nibbled the edge of Trevor's left ear. This made the fox moan and squirm a little. He pushed his chest up a bit, enveloping the wolf's hard, red cock in his soft fur.
"Do it," he gasped as the thought of the wolf cumming on him made him hard again, "Mark me with your seed, wolfie."
Sinclair held his lover down and began to slowly hump his wolfhood along Trevor's chest. The teasing softness of the fox's fur was almost too much to take. The sensation felt incredible, almost as good as taking Trevor's tight bottom. His eyes watered as the gentle teasing along his entire length overwhelmed him.
"Uh, I'm going to cum all over you, sexy fox." He choked as he his cock swelled. He felt close to bursting any second. His balls bounced back and forth as he humped himself faster along the fox's incredible furry body.
"Yes, that's it wolf. Cover me in your cum, please!" Trevor begged.
Sinclair made a groan like Trevor had never heard before and suddenly, he felt wetness on his cheek from the first spurt of the wolf's climax. He attention was focused on the tip of the wolf's cock as it pushed its way through his fur. The tip was so close to his face as the thick cock swelled and unleased the rest of it's load onto him. Trevor smiled in ecstasy as he felt the hot, heavy ropes of cum hitting his fur. The wolf cum dripped off his cheek and coated his neck. As Sinclair humped the last few spurts out, the fox's upper chest became sticky and wet too. Trevor's body quivered with a kind of submissive mental orgasm as he felt his face and neck being coated by his lover's seed.
Sinclair panted for a few minutes as Trevor looked up at him. Eventually, the wolf released his paws and Trevor sat up a little. The two kissed deeply once more.
"That was..."
"Wonderful."
They kissed and nuzzled for several minutes. Sinclair caressed Trevor's cheek again, which the fox clearly loved.
"Trevor..."
"Yes?" the young fox asked eagerly.
The wolf continued to caress Trevor's cheek with one paw while holding one of the fox's paws with the other.
"Trevor, I"
"Yes, wolf."
The fox leaned forward a bit as the two locked eyes for a long moment.
The wolf's lips began to part as he looked at the fox. He opened his mouth to speak. Trevor was on pins and needles waiting to hear the wolf say it...
Sinclair's eyes darted over to his coffee table as a shrill beeping filled the room.
"Dammit," he growled as he snatched his cell phone off the table. His expression turned grave as he saw the number that was calling him.
"Sinclair here."
Trevor's ears drooped a little as he watched his wolf lover's expression change for the worse.
"I'll be right there," Sinclair grunted.
"You have to go," Trevor stated as the wolf looked at him.
"I'm sorry to run off like this."
Trevor smiled and put on his best face to hide how he felt. He didn't want to force this moment now, it had to happen naturally. Maybe when Sinclair came home, they'd have time again.
"It's okay wolfie, I know you're needed. Go be a hero," he said as he smiled and hugged his lover. "I'll be here when you get back," he whispered.
Sinclair smiled and found that comforting. "I don't know when I'll be home," he said as he stood. "You're welcome to stay though," he continued as he rummaged around for his clothes.
He pulled on the same clothes he'd worn during the day. Trevor shifted a little nervously as he watched the wolf check his gun before holstering it. He started for the door when Trevor suddenly called him back.
Sinclair turned to see the fox was holding his wallet. Trevor tossed it to him. It spun in the air and Sinclair's badge caught the light for a moment before the wolf deftly caught it.
"Thanks fox," he smiled.
After the wolf had left, Trevor idly picked at the drying cum on his chestfur as he walked back to the couch. He pulled Sinclair's robe around him and curled up on the couch. He felt safe again, surrounded by the scent of his wolf as he fell asleep.
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Text: Olivia was a young girl living by herself in a small apartment. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She has a bit of a potbelly that isn't too noticeable to anyone except her.
She stood in the middle of her living room. She held a stripe of gum with a blue tint.
Olivia was a Wonka fan, and always wanted to be full of juice like Violet Beauregarde from the movie. Olivia had purchased it from a strange vender on the street who had promised her that it was the real deal gum.
Although she pondered long and hard of how just it may work and how she may get the juice out of her if it did work.
Pacing back and forth staring at the gum as she closed the blind and locked the door, just in case. It was now or never as she saw that it was dark out which was perfect because she didn't want anyone to see her.
Then it occurred to her that she wanted something a little better to wear rather then her PJ's and bra. Then Olivia went to her room and went through some clothes. She had been saving a homemade blue pantsuit that was made for Halloween some years ago. Then she had applied a wide red leather belt to make herself look identical to Violet. It was quite snug, and she wondered what would become of it.
Olivia returned to the living room and moved the couch so it wouldn't get in the way of her growth. Her stomach was going crazy with butterflies as she had anticipated this moment for a very long time.
She popped the gum into her mouth as she was struck with a sudden burst of flavor.
"Tomato soup! Just like in the movie, and it does feel like its running down my throat!" Olivia thought to herself.
She chewed and chewed with delight as the soup warmed her stomach. She held her waist in sheer pleasure. With each passing moment the flavor of the gum got more intense. She could taste the next flavor coming...
"Roast Beef! Mmm this is so good, oh boy, I can't wait for the next course!"
Olivia chewed faster so she could get to her last course, barely paying attention to taste of the 2nd course.
Just then the moment she waited for had arrived. The taste of juicy blueberries filled her.
"Blueberry pie! Oh my god this taste so good, I gotta go check the mirror."
She walked over to a mirror she had in the living room, her skin had grown noticeably darker as it continued to become bluer and bluer.
A grin came across Olivia's face as her face was now completely violet. She walked back toward the middle of the room, her movements felt heavy and her belly felt a little bloated.
She looked down at herself, the inside of her stomach felt very weird, as though she just drank too much water.
Just then she felt her belly tighten and begin to swell outward. Her belt pulled snug was now a little too tight on her swelling midsection. Her arms were raised 90 degrees as the swelling began to push them up.
The juice began to go elsewhere was the belt was begging to cut into her, making the juice inside he go to other parts of her body. Her arms got bigger and so did her legs. The juices also went into her back
The buttons on her homemade pantsuit were now sticking out.
Olivia felt so good becoming bigger, the belt, which would have been painful for some, made her feel so good.
The belt was begging to give way, even though she didn't want it to, the fabric of the leather belt had met its end.
*POP*
The belt went flying across the living room allowing her body to expand freely without any confines.
Olivia noticed she was expanding rather slowly. She could now move her arms without the belt; she moved her blue hands across every inch of her body she could touch.
As much as she wanted to finger herself she knew she couldn't reach down there even if she wanted to.
Her belly was now at least a foot in front of her, her legs was plumping up at about the same rate as her arms.
Olivia could still taste the blueberries in her mouth. She waddled over to the mirror to see what she looked like. Each movement was a little awkward and she found it hard to keep her balance. Olivia loved feeling every part of her body slosh from side to side.
When she arrived at the mirror, she smiled to see her new expanding form. Olivia kept her arms at her sides and prodded her huge belly; she felt an odd sense of pressure as her finger sunk into her stomach.
Her arms were starting to be forced upward as her body was becoming a little spherical. She moved her legs to stand straddle to keep her balance.
She watched herself in the mirror grow bigger and bigger with the passing minutes.
At this time her arms were begging to be sucked into her midsection. And in unison her legs were becoming sucked in as well.
Olivia bit her lip as the pressure made her so hot. Her legs and arms were sucked into her expanding form as her chest began to push against her chin.
She was nothing but a head, arms, and feet. Olivia felt herself stop swelling. She spun around in the mirror to see her new self. The juice settled as she came back to facing the mirror.
Olivia could have sworn she looked just like Violet Beauregarde. Although she did feel a tad sick she ignored it as she walked around a bit, feeling the juice sway from side to side with each movement.
She flapped her hands to imitate the famous scene from the movie. When all of a sudden she felt the pressure begin to build again.
Olivia gasped because she thought that she would stop after she had obtained the oval shape that she desired.
Her whole body was growing at a slow rate was she was becoming bigger in width and height. Her crotch had pushed so far down that her feet were begging to go off the ground.
She tried to see what was going on but her vision was being blocked by her enormous belly. The pressure inside of her was so intense.
Her body began to rock back and forth as the juice began to make her off balance and Olivia felt herself falling backwards and then forwards. She didn't know where she was gonna land but she hoped her growing wouldn't last much longer.
The middle of Olivia's costume was begging to split across the middle and let her midsection show through. The buttons running down her shirt were starting to strain to hold on; the fabric began to tear in some places.
Olivia looked up and saw the ceiling was coming closer and closer with each passing moment.
The pressure was taking its toll on her mentally as she started to cry a bit, the blue tears ran down her face. She tasted one with her tongue and began to cry harder as it tasted like blueberries.
The juice inside of her was rushing around like a torrent inside her spherical body. Olivia couldn't see around her to see how big she was in width but she took up most of the room by now.
At last the growing was slowing down as Olivia's head came within two or three feet of the ceiling. The juice inside her enormous body settled. She felt that if she would begin swelling she may explode...she couldn't swell forever.
She moved her hands around erratically trying to feel every part of her. This isn't what she had in mind. Olivia turned her head from side to side to see how far she had gotten.
A tingling feeling came across her face as the juice flooded her cheeks, making her look like a chipmunk. Her plump cheeks now rested on her chest.
Her insides were nothing but blueberry juice. She could feel the inside of her skin was backed by gallons upon gallons of juice.
Just then the gurgling sounds from within her picked up and started to grow louder. Olivia feared what would happen next. Her body couldn't stand another drop of juice.
Olivia's body began to grow outward in width. She gasped as the swelling picked up. The gold buttons on her costume began to pop off in quick secession. The threads of the material started to rip apart.
After a few minutes her clothes all fell off and she was left there naked. She didn't enjoy being a giant naked blueberry and she started to try and move her body in an attempt to get a look at herself.
But because of her unbalanced body she fell backwards. She rolled from side to side on her back until she settled.
Olivia could see herself in the mirror now. Her spherical shape continued to swell and swell as her body began to quiver and shake due to the pressure and tension...
She bit her plump lip in anticipation.
BOOM!
Blueberry juice flooded Olivia's apartment.
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*Part 48:* *Does a slave go naked to a new owner?*
*Authors' Note: Niamh and Julie are now at extremes of The Enterprises. What will, or even, can be done with Niamh, the slave who attacked her Owner? What is to be Julie's role as she waits for her new Owner to call for her? Some answers in this Part.*
*—* *Taliesin1 and J. Spe*
*Chapter 156: Interlude*
As soon as Martin had made sure that Niamh was comfortable and had calmed down, he headed back to his office where Anne, as always in an emergency, was running the desk.
He ticked off a few priorities. "First, I think we should try to dampen speculation about Niamh as much as practical. Please put out an internal memo, saying that Niamh is suffering from Nervous Exhaustion and needs a few days' rest. Then arrange a meeting here, tomorrow at 9:00 AM, for yourself, Pat, Edward and Charles."
"Accounting Report?" she asked.
"Yes, and Personnel Reports, too."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, what's up next?" Anne consulted the list.
"Nothing else this morning. IT manager at one, bank people at three. Documents are on your desk."
"Thank you, Anne. One more thing — ask Julie to visit Niamh, and tell Infirmary to let her in."
Their eyes met for a brief moment and much subliminal information was exchanged.
"Will do," said Anne.
oo##oo
Though the chain attached by a cuff to her wrist allowed Niamh considerable movement, she was lying on the bed in the infirmary room where she was confined. Niamh went over the events of the last few hours repeatedly. A nurse had brought her some soup and a slice of bread but she had not been able to eat, both from a lingering feeling of nausea from the sedative that Anne had administered and from the memory of what she had done. She rehearsed Martin's words from every possible angle. All she could glean for certain was that her life would now irrevocably change.
Her worries were banished by relief when Julie's head appeared around the door.
"Niamh, what happened to you? Anne said to go to the Infirmary and talk to you."
"Julie!" she jumped up and hugged her friend. "I thought I would never see you again."
"But you're chained! What have you been doing?"
Julie's query brought Niamh back to earth.
"Oh, I've just ruined my entire life. Didn't Anne tell you?"
"Not a word."
Niamh related how she had "blown up" when she was told that Julie had been sold, and that she had totally lost control and attacked their Master. Thrown something at him.
"So here I am, on ice, waiting for my fate to be decided. I'm sure my sale will be the least of my punishments."
Julie wasn't so sure. "Poor Niamh. You let your feelings land you in hot water. A slave can't have emotions, and certainly not let them take over. That was my mistake. I let my emotions focus on Igor instead of my Master. I used up all my chances, so I had to be sold. Igor wanted to buy me, so I was sold to him. I can see that our Master was really looking after my best interests, because this way my loyalties will not be divided between our Master and Igor.
"Igor is leaving The Enterprises to start his own House of Slavery and I will go with him when he is ready. But in the meantime, I am leased back to The Enterprises, to help Igor pay for me, I suppose. I will be around for some time yet.
"You have to keep yourself under control at all times, otherwise you will continually screw up."
"I know! I really did screw up, and I can face the music, but I'm just sad because I'm sure our Master will cut his losses on me."
"Think of it this way. If we were both working for a normal company, and I was head-hunted for a job I really wanted, and as a result you got a promotion, then you would be happy for me and for yourself, too. I am really touched that you kicked over the traces for me, but really, you know, I don't mind being sold to Igor. I love him."
Niamh felt a bit silly after this explanation. She hugged Julie closer and was tearing up a little.
"It seemed so unfair, after all you have done and you've been so successful as First Lady. I'm sure I couldn't do half the things you do, and so efficiently. Of course, Master didn't say anything about Igor. I do know you're fond of him, so that would make sense. But it's too late now."
"Niamh, you have to cheer up a bit. I'm sure you will be alright. Probably your crime was even worse than mine, in the eyes of the Masters. When the first attempts at training me didn't work out, I was definitely told I would be sold and I was whisked down to the Intake Corridor, naked in a sirik, as you saw when you first arrived. Here, you are secluded, yes, but only chained by the wrist, not disgraced before all. I never thought I could be First Lady, either. I knew I would screw up, but I just did what I had to do, and I did screw up, but I learned fast and you will, too."
"But could The Master ever forgive me?"
"I don't know, but please accept your fate calmly. However bad things may be, they can always get worse for us slaves."
Niamh shook her head ruefully. "I know."
*Chapter 157: Niamh's Trial*
A small and rather sombre group assembled in Martin's office next morning. Seated in the leather-bound seats around the great coffee table were Martin, Anne, Pat, Charles and Edward. They looked relaxed, but there was a palpable tension in the air. Anne handed each a bound folder of documents.
Martin and Anne began the proceedings by relating the events of the previous day, and Niamh's reaction, to Pat, Edward, and Charles. None of them looked too surprised given that they had been told that the meeting was to discuss the future deployment of Niamh
Martin cleared his throat. "I must emphasise that I personally take responsibility for part of what has happened. I did not account for the bond between Niamh and Julie, and I assumed that she would be happy to be First Lady."
"That is generous of you, Martin," said Edward, "but nevertheless, such conduct is inexcusable. I think we all know that, in former times, the consequences for a slave who attacked her Master would be most severe."
"I do not think we should even consider such a solution. It would be very problematic," Anne cut in. "I took a call from her sister Bridget, whom you have all met, just this morning, and I had to say she was temporarily indisposed. We cannot deny contact now without causing serious problems for all of us."
Edward sighed, "Yes, of course. I was not seriously suggesting the most severe solution but just to underline the seriousness."
"I, too, accept some measure of responsibility," said Charles. "After her initial training, I was having great difficulty deciding what to do with her. When we found she was qualified in Marketing, I was happy enough to let her be the solution for another pressing problem. She seemed to settle well with Hari Singh, but she had not finished her training."
"Of course," said Martin, "she's an intelligent girl, who generally knows when to keep her mouth shut and when to be a bit cheeky. She likes her work and she's very good at it. I've always held that a busy slave is a happy slave. It's when they get bored that they cause trouble. I'm extremely fond of her, and I admit it."
It was Pat's turn to speak. Anne and I were both slaves before we came to you. We knew the score alright and we were grateful for small mercies and a good Master."
"Are you saying I should be meaner?" asked Martin with a wry smile.
"Well, no, what I mean is that neither Julie nor Niamh have experienced the truly awful aspects of slavery. Neither of them, for example, ever had a Ceremonial. In a manner of speaking, they have been playing at slavery. They don't really believe it."
Martin considered Pat's point. He realized that neither slave had even witnessed the punishment that a Ceremonial whipping involved. "Mmm, well, it's too late now to reset the game. Julie will go with Igor but Niamh would be broken by returning to Square One. She would be worthless then."
A silence descended over the room, interrupted by the announcement of Morning Tea, brought in by a new slave girl in training. She was clearly nervous in the presence of such exalted Masters and Mistresses, but she served quietly and efficiently and withdrew.
"Let's now consider the Personnel and Accounting reports," said Martin. "Edward?"
"Well, yes, the ledger is fairly healthy in that respect. Of course, she was not very expensive, being totally untrained, and as Pat says, freshly caught. No spectacular financial coups, but her marketing work has been lucrative, though I don't really know how the accountants figure that out."
"Personnel reports, Charles?
"The first reports are a bit negative, before we put her with Hari, but he was exceptionally eloquent on her talents. Jane of Marketing also praises her highly, and would like to get more of her time. You will have to judge yourself the research work she does for you."
Martin was thoughtful for a few moments. "Pat, you may be right about 'playing at slavery,' especially for Niamh. I find her to be diligent, obedient and very effective. Without, I hope, appearing to be too conceited, she seems to have a strong emotional bond to me, more than usual between a slave and her Master. I certainly admit to finding her very attractive.
"Charles, that is what I would have expected: a valuable asset, before this unsettling event. Speaking of which, what is the gossip?"
"Mostly fairly benign. Some kind of 'emotional scene' seems to be the dominant opinion, with 'overworking her' added by a few," Pat replied.
Anne had been thinking of possible solutions and thought this was a good time to voice her favourite.
"Martin, you have recently sold Julie to Igor, as a personal slave, which has resolved a rather difficult conflict of emotions and loyalties. She stays and works here temporarily. Perhaps you should purchase Niamh as *your* personal slave. She would then be off The Enterprise's books and your responsibility. You could deploy her as First Lady, or however you please."
The meeting took a few moments to digest Anne's proposal. Then, as everyone, except Edward perhaps, wanted a solution that allowed Niamh to stay, there were murmurs of approval.
Finally, Edward cleared his throat. "That would be acceptable from the organizational side. If she works for The Enterprises, she would have a salary, which would go to you, Martin, so her price would be repaid over time. She will need to move into your apartment, which will be very useful as we could do with her room."
Martin was intrigued and relieved by Anne's suggestion. Overnight, he had realised how much Niamh had come to mean to him. He had been determined to keep her, one way or another.
"Thank you, Anne, and Edward, we have agreement. Edward, please work out a sale price we can use for discussion. Anne, we will need a contract written up and that sounds like a job for Julie. She has experience," he added with a grin.
The meeting was over, but there was one more item to complete.
"Anne, please have Fifteen bring Niamh up to my office as soon as possible."
**
*Chapter 158: The Verdict is Executed*
Niamh had been somewhat reassured by her chat with Julie, but as there was nothing else to distract her beyond some rather bland meals, she fell once more to turning various alternative punishments over in her mind. That night, she had dreamt of standing naked on an auction block, while many unsavoury-looking men bid for her, their ribald cries echoing in the room and in her ears. All the time her Master had stood silently by. She had tried everything she could think of to catch his eye, or spark his interest, but he remained unmoved.
The morning brought another uninteresting breakfast, combined with more hours of inactivity and the dissolving dregs of her nightmare to increase her anxiety.
She had just decided that the worst outcome was certain, when a nurse opened the door to admit a smiling Fifteen.
Fifteen had asked Anne whether Niamh was allowed clothing and Anne had said "Yes," but had not specified what kind, so Fifteen had used her discretion to bring an armful of underwear, jeans, a casual blouse and pumps, which she dumped on the bed.
Niamh clambered off the bed to give Fifteen a hug. They clung together for nearly a minute.
"It's so good to see someone familiar, and smiling," said Niamh. "And you've brought some clothes. Are they for me?"
"Yes, I'm to take you to the Master. Anne said clothes were allowed. Let's get you dressed and on your way."
Fifteen had the key to the handcuff securing Niamh to the bed. She unlocked Niamh who quickly shed her Hospital gown and climbed into the items that Fifteen had brought.
"These are very casual. Are we going on a picnic? Or, am I going to the Auction House?"
"I'm sorry, Miss, I just don't know, and I just grabbed the first things that came to hand."
Niamh saw no reason to delay the inevitable. She held out her hands for Transport Mode and Fifteen turned Niamh around and locked the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Are you ready?" Fifteen asked. Niamh mustered a weak smile and nodded.
"Let's go, then."
Anne, at the desk, stroked Niamh's back and whispered in her ear. "You'll be alright, don't be afraid." She waved them through.
Fifteen opened the door and announced, "Master, Niamh is here.
Martin was standing at the window, looking over the bay. Niamh knelt by the desk to wait. Fifteen removed the handcuffs and retired.
As the door closed, Martin turned and approached his slave. "How are you feeling, Niamh?"
"I am calm, Master," she said, "and ready for your judgement."
Martin sat on the sofa, saying, "Come over here, Niamh." She crawled across the carpet to a place beside his feet, her head bowed. Martin was gratified to see that she was repentant. That would make everything easier.
"I want to take this very slowly, so that we can start out on a new basis."
On these words, Niamh's heart, which had been racing, began to calm to its normal speed. She knew that she had been spared the worst possible fate: she would not be banished from his sight. Her eyes watered a little and she nodded.
"First, I want to acknowledge that the way I broke the news of Julie's sale was too abrupt, and contributed to your outburst. I apologize for that, my dear slave. It was my duty to care for you, and in this I failed."
Niamh was sobbing now, and finally managing to stammer out, "No, no Master. It wa-was my duty to serve you, to give you aw-all my loyalty."
Martin paused and stroked Niamh's beautiful hair and her back until she was still again.
"This morning there was a meeting of executives and senior slaves. We have agreed what must happen. The Enterprises cannot tolerate rebellious slaves, but I could not bear to part with you, Niamh, so you have been sold to me. You will be my personal slave. I will be fully responsible for you, and you will serve only as I direct."
As Martin's words sank into Niamh's mind, she began to feel dizzy and relieved at once. She *had* been sold! But she would remain with her old Master. Or was he her new Master? She was confused.
Martin spoke again. "You will move into my apartment permanently. Fifteen will help you bring your clothes and other items. I have a room which will be fitted out for your use. I will have to consider what work you will do. You will be *my* First Lady, but whether you can be The Enterprises' First Lady is still to be decided. You may speak now."
"My Master, I was prepared to be corrected. I fully expected to be sold — to be sold away from you. I feel I have been rewarded instead."
"It will not all be easy. I can be very demanding, and I will institute a rigourous training programme for you. I foresee some important changes in our lives, but I will not speak of that now. Go, now, and move your things, then speak with Anne and Pat. I have work to do and I will see you in the evening."
Martin rose and held out his hand to Niamh. She took it, kissed it, then stood. He took her in his arms, held her, and kissed her on the lips.
He released her and she left the office to start a new phase of her life.
*Chapter 159: The Move that is Rerienting*
It did not take Niamh long, with Fifteen's help, to move her few possessions into Martin's apartment. Actually, she reflected, I have no possessions at all, not even underwear, they have all been provided by my Master. She was pretty vague about how her few items had been paid for. Did a slave go naked to a new owner? Probably, she decided, the clothing was included in her sale price.
There was little enough. A work suit, the same one she had first worn to meet Master Hari, two blouses, two sets of underwear, casual clothes such as she was wearing, a pair of pumps and some toiletries. Everything else she had worn from casual to formal had been ordered by her Master and provided by the Wardrobe Department. The only thing she regarded as really hers was the Celtic torc collar that her Master had given her. She decided to wear it for him.
Niamh wondered what to do next. She wasn't even sure if she was allowed out of the apartment. It was spacious but not really large: a living room with a splendid view over the outer harbour, Ap Lei Chau, and the channel separating it from Hong Kong island. Further off she could see Lamma island where she had sailed with the Master. Martin's bedroom was also spacious. She climbed onto the bed and practised some of the positions she had been taught in Sexual Arts class.
Attached to Martin's bedroom was a large, marble-lined, en suite bathroom with open shower, spa bath, and hand basins. It was luxurious but not ostentatious, the fittings of obviously superior quality but simply chromed for all that. *For a billionaire, my Master lives pretty frugally*, thought Niamh. *I wonder what he does with all his wealth*. She knew about the Superyacht and the 747. Once, when she had jokingly suggested they all go on a cruise for a year, Pat had explained that these were usually chartered to other companies or individuals.
There were two other doors, but they were locked.
At last, she began to feel hungry and decided she would risk a foray into the kitchen. There she found Pat.
"Am I allowed to come here now?" she asked.
"I don't know what arrangements have been made, but I'm sure Martin would not want you to starve. Make yourself a sandwich and a mug of tea. You have knocked us all a bit off balance!"
"Pat, I'm so sorry now for the trouble I've put you all through. I don't know what came over me."
"I do," said Pat, "sympathy and loyalty. Those are good attributes for a slave, if slightly misplaced in this case."
"I know, and all for nothing, because Julie wanted to be sold to Igor, or to be with him at least. I feel foolish and naive."
"When I said you've knocked us off balance, it wasn't a completely negative thing. Martin has had on his 'hard thinking' look. I always sense when he is going to change course. I think there will be some changes coming."
The kitchen fridge was always stocked with delicious cold foods. Niamh made herself a sandwich of slices of ham, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise. On top she sprinkled some pickled cabbage, which Martin had couriered in from Kyoto, and to which she had become quite addicted. Also, mugs of tea for herself and Pat.
They chatted as she ate.
"The thing is, I don't know what to do now and it's making me uneasy. Once I could have leant back with a book and a glass of wine all afternoon, but now I'm a slave and I know a slave should always be busy."
"Well, when you have finished, you could clean up the kitchen. But, think about what your Master would want you to do. He may not have given any specific orders, but if you are told to wait in his rooms, what do you think you should do?"
"I see what you mean. I know he likes to change into casual clothes after work, so I could select some things he would like, and make sure they are clean and pressed. I could check that his toothbrush is charged and that there are plenty of towels and soap."
"Yes, and make sure all the surfaces are dust free. I know there's a slave that does the cleaning, but dust settles quickly all the time.
"Thank you, Pat, I will do that."
Niamh went back to her Master's apartment and began those little tasks, until two slaves from the Wardrobe Department showed up with a selectio
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n of clothing for her to try on. There were all kinds of dresses, skirts, shirts, slacks and shorts, and lingerie both exotic and mundane. Niamh's choices were hung up or packed away in drawers.
"They will come out of your salary," said one of the slaves.
"Salary? What salary?"
The girls looked at each other and shrugged. "That's what we were told." They ticked off what Niamh had selected on a list and left.
It would not be long before her Master could be expected. Niamh was thinking of what she should wear for him. She decided that she should be naked. She took off all her clothes, tidied them away, fixed the collar around her neck, and settled down opposite the door, in Position One, knees parted, a pose she could hold as long as necessary.
It was not too long before the door opened and Marin entered. Niamh kept her position and her eyes down. He halted for a moment. It was not what he had expected, but he realized that it was exactly appropriate. His slavegirl was beginning anew.
He could not resist a little teasing, though.
"Didn't you like any of the clothes I ordered for you?"
"My Master will choose the clothing he wishes his slave to wear," Niamh replied.
He laughed. "Sometimes I think you really are perfect."
He went into the bedroom, loosening his tie.
"You've laid out my after-work things. How wonderful."
He came back to the living room. "Come to me, Niamh." She gracefully rose and went to her Master. He took her hands and gazed at her until she started to colour.
"Your birthday suit is very nice, too."
Niamh giggled at this and he pulled her towards him, enveloping her in his arms and stroking her back and rear. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She pushed herself against him but he moved back.
"Plenty of time later for play. Come and get dressed. Tonight, we are going out."
*Chapter 160: A New Center for Julie's Universe*
With Igor gone to the UK to start his own House of Slavery, I wondered how The Enterprises would use me. I knew I'd miss the *First Lady's List* and all the contact with the day-to-day events of a global business. Anne, however, gave me a new perspective.
We were having our breakfast in the kitchen. Niamh had just left for the Master's office to take up her new duties as, at least, First Lady-designate, pending approval by The Empress. I was toying with a croissant and Anne must have noticed.
"Julie," she said, "you look a bit lost. That's something a slave should never show; it gives the Masters incentives to find something for you to do or, sometimes, something for them to put you into, like stocks, or suspension, or some dark cell."
I giggled a bit and confessed that, since Igor left, I had felt a bit empty, and not only in my woman's parts. "My new Owner was just so much of my life. I just didn't realize it until now."
"All right, girl. Now, you know the mantra about keeping your Owner at the center of your universe. So, what is Igor going to want or need when he comes back?"
I was startled, and a little embarrassed. I had not been thinking that way — the way a Good Slave thinks. Anne laughed a bit. "Caught you, didn't I? OK, now, get back to work!"
It didn't take long for me to realize that, as my Owner's chief (actually, only) assistant, I was going to have to work with the basic infrastructure of Igor's new business. That meant, I was sure, training the new slaves, seeing to the efficient running of the new business, working with new customers to learn their needs and wants, and — the part I really looked forward to — making my new Owner feel good and successful even when the business wasn't exactly there.
I said as much to Anne, who agreed with my list. "Very well, Julie. Now, how about I send you to our Concierge Service for the day. They can show you how they keep track of our slaves, how they organize the requests that come in for slave services, and whatever else they do to keep all of us with our shoulders to the wheel and our noses to the grindstone."
Just trying to imagine anyone in that position made both of us giggle for a few minutes. But I saw Anne's logic immediately. "Anne, you're right. Concierge Service is a good place to start."
Dressing in a standard slave tunic and a phone call later, arrangements were made for me to work downstairs for the rest of the day. Another call brought Fifteen and I entered Transport Mode for my delivery.
The Chief of the Concierge Service removed my handcuffs, leaving them on her desk. She gave me a tour of the Concierge office, which occupied three rooms. There weren't lots of filing cabinets because, she said, too much paper "tends to get in the way, rather than smooth things out."
Standing in front of a large whiteboard, she showed me a column of Requests for Service. Alongside it was a column of initials, each standing for the skills needed. The third column specified the time and place for the service. The last column specified the slave assigned.
"With just this display, we can see what our job is, or will be, for the next 24 hours. All of our staff have the same table on their desktop or laptop. You should know that this table is the result of lots of planning and discussion. When we get a Request, unless it names some particular slave or has some other detail that makes the assignment almost automatic, one of our staff checks with the Requester to flesh out what kind of slave would be best. Our people have followed each of our slaves since their acquisition, so we can match the Request with the right slave pretty quickly. Then, it's a matter of printing a page for the Delivery Book, with Security taking care of finding the slave, putting them in the proper form of Transport Mode, and getting them where they're wanted and when they're wanted. For the Executive Floor, we usually use Fifteen, as you know."
I was surprised that she said *proper form of Transport Mode* so I asked about that.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "You, for instance, require only handcuffs. Some untrained slaves require a gag or leg irons. Occasionally, we use a complete sirik if the Requester is making a point for the slave or for some client. And, each slave has his or her own equipment — whip, crop, cane, or whatever — so we add that to the Delivery Form and Security makes sure the proper items are included in the delivery."
The Chief was careful to point out that the development of each slave was "followed" by at least one staffer. What classes they took, how they did on each skill test, what their responses were to The Enterprises' training methods, how near they were to Good Slave status. The Chief caught my small blush at this and laughed.
"Yes, my dear, we've had you up and down that ladder quite a few times. So, we all cheered when you were announced as our new First Lady. Everyone applauded the spirit you showed since you arrived with the group for the last Project Roundup. Since we got word of the new situation, we've been taking bets on who will be the new First Lady."
The Chief ended with a slight upward lilt in her voice, along with a raised eyebrow. I blushed, again, and shook my head. There was no way I was going to get dragged into *that* whirlpool! I tried a simple "Please, Ma'am, I really have no idea even who is being considered."
Trying to change the subject, I asked about the upcoming events and visitors. Chief grinned and selected a clipboard stuffed with an inch of papers. "I thought you might be interested in that aspect of our work, so I had this ready," she said. "Please take a look and see if anything surprises you." Her grin widened.
Naturally, I looked, tipped off by her offhand remark and that big grin. About the fourth page down, I was surprised to find my first "client" — the construction salesman from the UK — on the list of Coming Visitors.
"He asked for you by name," Chief said. "Said you'd been invaluable to him." I suspected he meant that to refer to taking care of him while he was drunk. I hoped he didn't know I'd rifled his attaché case to find what his real costs were. That had helped our side come to a nice contract.
Chief continued. "He's now some sort of Division Manager, his PA said, and he wants to see if we have other projects where his construction company can make a deal. He'll be here for two days and a night. Since he asked for you, you're ticketed to be his consort for the visit. That means you'll greet him, get him unpacked, get him ready for his meetings, lunches, and dinners — anything he needs for business. Of course, you'll also provide anything he needs or wants after business hours."
I murmured my understanding and scanned the rest of the page. "Please, Ma'am, what's this note at the bottom of the page: Dress?"
Chief's eyes widened. "Right. I wanted to ask you about that. The PA said her boss wanted you dressed differently from last time. She wasn't too clear about this, mumbling something about him being 'overwhelmed at first.' Do you have any idea what she's talking about?"
I thought back to that "loaner" assignment. I remembered dressing him for dinner and inserting beautiful cufflinks in his shirt; they showed his initials *CAT* quite boldly. "Please, Ma'am, I was delivered to his door — I think it was Room 204 — naked, wearing just a sirik. He questioned me about the sirik, but he seemed familiar with it."
"Well, now you're going to show up in a nice dress. You may not be aware of this, but The Enterprises has a few rooms stocked with various types of clothing. A staffer will show you around and help you pick out something you like."
That would be a first! Usually, Pat or Anne, or sometimes Fifteen, picked out my outfit for the day. I had not thought about where the clothes came from or where they went after I wore them. My wide grin must have tipped the Chief to this "favor," because she added, "This is actually our routine when a particular slave is requested. We figure that the client sees something he or she likes in this slave, so we go to the slave to see how that might be emphasized."
"That's a good plan," I replied. I returned to the Request Form to check my client's Arrival Date. "This says he's arriving in two days. What needs doing to get ready for him?"
Chief checked the Form. "This shows he's been assigned to Room 204 again. We don't have his meeting schedule yet; that should come tomorrow from the Department's Project Manager. Now, the next question is, do you want to greet him at the airport? We usually have Security pick up visitors, especially repeat visitors. Do you want to go along?"
*No!* My Inner Goddess fairly shouted it at me. Given my recent crime, the last thing I wanted was to be out in public without full supervision. I lowered my eyes to Chief and whispered, "Please, Ma'am, I think it would be better to greet the client here at Headquarters. Thank you, Ma'am."
Chief raised an eyebrow, took a breath, and remarked, "Julie, we all know about The Trial and your sale. If you're going to be the Good Slave for Igor, you've got to start trusting yourself to carry the load he's put on you. Hiding from responsibility won't make your life easier or simpler. Now, you're going to have a Security guy with you pretty much continuously. What could go wrong?"
I could probably come up with a dozen things if I thought for a minute, but I recognized Chief's point. When I got to London, Igor would want me to pick up lots of the detailed work involved in running his enterprise. I had better get started practicing that role! I smiled at Chief and answered, "Please, Ma'am, I see your point. I'll go with Security. Thank you, Ma'am."
Chief grinned and waved to one of the associates. "Please take Julie for a look at some dresses she might want for her client's visit. She'll need an outfit to pick him up at the airport, something for getting him installed in Room 204, perhaps something for dinner, and a few things for the next day. Be creative!"
The associate grinned and replied, "Chief, that gives me lots of room to experiment!"
*Chapter 161: Dress for Success*
Easy laughter followed Julie and the associate down the corridor. At a door marked "Resources," the associate waved a card and the two women entered. Julie was instantly transported to a designer-level fashion store. While she caught her breath, the associate took a few measurements and guided her to a rack of dresses in her size. Aside from the one trip with the wives of Project Managers during the Project Roundup week, Julie had never been able to sort through such a rack of clothes.
She had gone through several inches of dresses before her Inner Goddess reminded her that this was another evidence of how her (now former) Owner was still valuing her. The shocking realization stopped her search until the associate asked what had happened. With a blush, Julie explained her realization and the associate nodded with understanding.
"Julie, we see this all the time in our office. Women come along with different responses to their slavery, but almost all appreciate the way Dr. Martin keeps his side of the power exchange. It just took you a bit longer to realize that."
Julie took the implied criticism without reply. She knew the associate was right. She had needlessly badgered her Trainer into the Trial and the disaster it had come to. Now, she had been "sold on" and would not be able to rely on The Enterprises' resources once Igor, her new Owner, called for her to come to London.
Eventually, the two women settled on two outfits. The first was a Michael Kors Lace-Up Ribbed sheath dress in true navy color. Along the V-neckline, grommets allowed a ribbon to lace the neckline more or less closed. The long sleeves made the dress suitable for business or even for evening wear. Slipping from her slave tunic into the dress showed a good fit, with the hemline just at her knees.
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Over the next two days, Julie worked with the Concierge Service associates to smooth out details of Mr. CAT's visit. She was impressed by the associates' attention to even minute details that might add to the client's enjoyment of his visit. Pat observed, "Kid, you're doing exactly what your Owner needs. Learning about all that goes into care for a client — just like for your Owner — will make your Owner proud to name you his First Slave, or even First Lady."
Julie had to cringe for an instant at Pat's point. She had become Martin's First Lady because *he* selected her, back on *Blue Bayou*. All she had had to do was work at being a Good Slave. Now, she needed much more knowledge and understanding of what makes an enterprise run effectively. The job was much bigger than she had suspected.
*Chapter 162: Mr. CAT Remembers Julie*
Julie was ready when Security called for the trip to the ((https://www.lordandtaylor.com/michael-michael-kors-classic-ponte-pencil-skirt/product/0500088680260?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id2534374302023682&R192317971668&P_nameMICHAEL+Michael+Kors&N4294882707+302023682&bmUIDmrNv68K)(island of ((https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islands_and_peninsulas_of_Hong_Kong#Islands)(Chek Lap Kok where Hong Kong's International Airport is also colloquially known as Chek Lap Kok Airport (赤鱲角機場).
The drive to the airport was quiet, with Julie making no effort to engage the driver in conversation. Security parked the SUV in a lot marked for "Limo Pickups" and the pair headed for International Arrivals. Julie had wondered if Security would stay with the SUV while she was left, alone, to meet her client. She was glad that scenario had not happened.
They did not have long to wait for Mr. CAT to arrive. Security carried a signboard with his name and he came straight to the waiting pair. Julie made a deep curtsey to her client; it seemed more advisable than falling into the kneeling Position One in such a public space.
Her client's grin told Julie that, indeed, he had remembered her. When he swept her into his arms and announced her name, she hesitated for a moment. She tried to solve her problem — how to show submission appropriate to a public space — by taking the handle of his rolling suitcase, but Security gently took it from her, passing her his suit carrier bag. Finally, she was able to deliver the two-sentence *Welcome to Hong Kong and The Enterprises* speech she had learned from the Chief of Concierge. Her client laughed and even Security smiled.
Julie wasn't sure how they made it back to the SUV, or how Security had managed to stow the luggage and seat Mr. CAT in the back seat with Julie kneeling alongside him. It seemed natural, so Julie remained submissive and quiet. Mr. CAT, however, seemed energized by her appearance and treated the team to some of the humorous events that had occurred during his trip from the UK.
Julie suddenly realized that this was a chance to pick up information on the country that her Owner would be calling her to, so she entered the conversation, asking about local events and politics. When Security redirected the conversation to what Mr. CAT was saying, she knew she'd overstepped some limit on what a slave can do. For a few seconds, she wondered whether this crime would be covered by her Contract of Sale, but then focused completely on her client, learning that he felt "a bit grubby" from the hours traveling.
Room 204 was waiting for its client, and Julie went immediately to unpacking the two bags, thinking Mr. CAT would be first interested in a shower and fresh clothes. Mr. CAT had another idea.
"Julie, I appreciate your being assigned to me for this visit. I probably was something of a problem last time, and I appreciated your help. Now, however, I have a better idea of what The Enterprises means when it says 'Consort.' I hope to make more and better use of you than last time. For starters, I'd like to see you do a nice striptease."
Julie was not expecting such use so soon, but it took only a moment for her to adjust. Then, she added a smile to her face and twirled a bit to let her new Master see what she would be unveiling to him. Her first motion was removal of the band that held her hair in a ponytail, followed by some graceful shakes that made her tresses flow down her neck and cover her shoulders.
Standing before her Master, she pushed her pelvis forward, suggesting she was going to want attention there shortly. Her fingers found each button on her blouse and slipped them free. She pulled the blouse from her skirt, making just a small sound in the room. A few shakes of her shoulders allowed the shirtfront to fall open and put her breasts on display. She was heartened by her Master's quick gasp — he was responding to her tease! More shoulder action not only made her breasts dance, but let the blouse fall.
She pushed her arms around to her back where, while she turned to show the action to her Master, she opened a waist button and pulled the zipper down. Slowly, with hands over the curve of her ass and sinuous movements of her hips, she moved the pencil skirt down until it dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it, along with her heels. Then, a toe moved both the blouse and skirt aside and Julie stood before her Master, naked.
Her client had shed his jacket on entering the suite. His voice a bit hoarse, he ordered her to undress him. Julie took a few tiny steps forward, her arms reaching for his tie, which she slid open, and then his shirt, which she unbuttoned and drew from his pants. As she moved behind Mr. CAT, his head swiveled to keep her in view. She undid his cufflinks, momentarily holding his arms behind
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his back, before she drew his shirt off.
After a moment to deposit the cufflinks safely, she danced back to unbutton the waistband of his trousers and slide the zip down. She slid her hands into the waistband of his shorts and moved both shorts and trousers down, along the way allowing her fingernails to gently stimulate the skin as it was revealed. Mr. CAT needed no instruction to step out of those garments and he lifted his arms, signaling his slave to remove his undershirt.
Mr. CAT sat down and reached for his shoes. Julie was quicker, as a slave should be, and she attended to the last items of clothing. Mr. CAT sighed, "My dear, I'm so sorry I missed how you did this last time. I may have to change outfits several times to enjoy your work properly."
While Julie was kneeling at his feet, Mr. CAT ran his hands through Julie's hair. "I've always felt that a woman's hair is, as the cliché has it, her 'shining glory,'" he murmured. "I'm always impressed by how you can find so many ways to shape a hair-do. I'm lucky to have my hair lie flat where I comb it."
Julie giggled as she enjoyed the feel of gentle fingers running across her scalp. "You'd probably be able to do what we do if you'd started working with it when you were four years old!" she remarked.
There was a silent pause and Julie wondered if now was a good time to turn her attention to her Master's cock and balls, sitting so close to her. Her Master, however, had a surprise for her.
*Chapter 163: Mr. CAT Has a Fantasy*
"Julie, I'm looking forward to using you this visit, but I'd like to try something, if you can help me. You see, over the years I've developed a bunch of fantasies. Probably, many of them are not any different from what any of the men you serve have. But, there's one that is a bit different. Right now, I'm being the Dom and you are the submissive, right? Well, I'd like to change that about for a little while. There's an hour or two before I have to dress for dinner, and my fantasy would like for me to be the submissive to a female dominatrix. The aim, of course, is that we both get to have orgasms, but my fantasy wants to find out how it feels when the woman drives me to it."
Julie was only a little surprised. Her Trainers had told her about this male fantasy; it wasn't at all unusual, they had told her, but she'd never had any training or experience with it. She'd been bound in many positions and with many instruments. She'd been whipped many times with many different whips. But, she'd never been on the Dominant side. Of course, now that her Master had said it was what he wanted, it was what she also wanted.
"Master," she said, "your fantasy is not really so unusual. Lots of people want to experience both sides of the power exchange. Now, we do need to get a few things clear. Do you have any limits on what I can do to you while we're playing? And, you'll have to tell me what you want for your 'safe word.'"
Her Master felt a surge of relief! His fantasy wasn't being rejected. He wasn't being ridiculed. His slave was acting as if all this was perfectly in order. He thought for a moment about "limits" and offered just a few.
"Julie, I don't want to be marked anywhere that could be seen during my consultations here. I don't want anything permanent. I don't want any water sports or scat. How about 'butter' as a safe word?"
The slave considered these for a moment. There was nothing dangerous in any of the ideas that had started buzzing around her mind in the last few minutes, and the safe word seemed reasonable. She smiled at her Master and announced, "OK, Master, that seems reasonable. One more thing: if I do gag you for a time, you won't be able to say the safe word. In that case, I'll give you a lanyard that you can pull in its place. That way, you'll always have a back-up. Are you ready to start?"
Mr. Cat was surprised and couldn't answer for a moment. His fantasy had been in the recesses of his mind and now, suddenly, it was out here and present! To his credit, he recovered and answered, "Yes, Mistress, your sub is ready."
Julie uncoiled in a single fluid move and stood over the still-seated man. "I'm going to call you Sub for this time," she announced. "You must understand that your sexual satisfaction is no longer the main focus anymore. If you want to climax, your work must be to make me, your Mistress, climax first and more explosively. You have your work cut out for you. Do you understand?"
For the new sub, it was a new thought. Since he'd "made" his first girl, he had never had to think about that. None of his conquests had ever complained. Some had even gushed compliments. He wondered if any of them had just "been polite."
A glance from his new Mistress made him focus on what *she* would want! It was a bit unsettling, he thought, but it seemed to go along with what his fantasy wanted.
"Now, your first command is to crawl over to the cabinet near the desk. Open it and bring me a set of handcuffs. Now!"
Sub fell to his hands and knees and, not completely ungracefully, made it to the cabinet, got it open, and found a set of handcuffs in the second drawer he opened. He made it back to Julie in good time, Julie thought, and she rewarded him with a pat on the head, just like the ones her Trainers had taught her to love.
She moved an ottoman to the center of the room and sat down to its front half. "Sub," she commanded, "I want you to sit behind me, with your legs on either side of the ottoman, and reach your arms forward, under mine."
Sub had no idea what was wanted, but sitting down seemed to be an easy thing to do, so he did it. A small lift of his Mistress' arms reminded him where she wanted his arms, so he stretched them forward. Julie took his wrists and imprisoned them in the handcuffs. He still didn't see any erotic activity, although his prick was pretty much up against Julie's backside.
"Now, Sub, I want you to use these hands that I've captured in the handcuffs to stroke my breasts. You should be able, even without having them in sight, to cover each of my girls pretty well. I want you to get my nipples so excited that they get engorged and stick out an inch or so. One point: no pinching or scratching. Do you understand?"
Sub began to see what his Mistress wanted. He was impressed that a part of him — his eyes— was being restricted while another part of him — his hands — was being used to stimulate his Mistress. In his own play with women, he had never done such an exciting thing. He realized that there was a lot more to foreplay than he knew.
He remembered that he had been asked the Standard Slave Question, and hurried to give an answer.
"Yes, Mistress, stroke to get engorged but no pinching."
Julie thought *her* Trainers would not have accepted such an incomplete answer, but decided to focus on erotic moves for herself and her Sub in this first activity. She relaxed against the male body supporting her and let his hands work on her breasts. She was pleasantly surprised when her nipples responded without delay!
"Ah, Sub, your hands have some expertise here, I see. You're doing fine, Sub. Now, I want you to roll my nipples between your fingers. Just adding another type of movement to get my breasts excited."
Sub tried to add the rolling motion to fingers of both hands, but found the handcuff link too close to allow both hands to reach both nipples at the same time. Another part of him had lost control. Julie detected just a second's delay before the hands on her breasts began moving from breast to breast to allow the new nipple play she had ordered. Sub was working out his limits and getting into an active part of the play!
Before the stimulation at her breasts drove her arousal higher, Julie issued a new order.
"Sub, it's time to move to a new area. I want you to move your hands down to my mons and pussy. Strokes but no pinching, again. Let's see what you can do in this area."
In a moment, Sub tried to simply drop both arms lower. However, his arms just weren't long enough that he could move easily. It took a bit of wriggling and working to get to where his Mistress wanted him. Again, the lack of sight restrained him, reminding him of his low status.
He did find the feeling of his Mistress' pussy different from his expectations. From the position he had been put into, everything seemed in a different place. At first, he probed slowly and cautiously. Then, his Mistress spoke sternly.
"Sub, what's wrong with you? Can't you even get your hands where you're told? Would a few cuts of my crop on your back encourage you?"
He rushed to open his hands, spreading his fingers more widely, reaching more of his Mistress' pussy, and replied to the question. "No, Mistress, I'm getting more aware of you right now."
Julie laughed. "Well, it's about time. I almost thought you were just a fumbling high school kid with no experience outside the back seat of a car."
The rebuke, and his reaction to it, surprised Sub. He generally thought he was "pretty good" at foreplay — none of his former girlfriends or his wife had complained of anything. The idea that they might have just been "putting up with him" upset him a bit. He pushed that idea away, trying to concentrate on all the folds and curves his new Mistress presented.
The handcuffs, he realized, prevented all kinds of motions of his wrists and hands. Wryly, he understood the power of the steel cuffs to demand extra effort to satisfy his Mistress' desires. He had just gotten the fingers of each hand comfortable and active on his Mistress' mons when she added a new layer of humiliation.
"Sub, haven't you been able to find my clit yet? Do you have any idea where a woman's clit is, or even know what a clit is for?"
He cursed himself for forgetting this part of his Mistress' anatomy in his efforts to cover the expanse of her pussy. A short scramble with a few fingers managed to locate this sensitive bud and he began to work his fingers in strokes radiating to and from this center of excitement. He knew his excuse — "Mistress, I was just getting to the area." — sounded lame. Julie gave a short laugh but did not push Sub further.
Actually, she was enjoying his fumbles. She was fairly certain that the position was new to her sub and that the lack of sight and free use of his hands was frustrating his efforts. This understanding, added to the not inconsiderable touches of his fingers, was actually moving her towards the start of her arousal.
A few minutes later, the Mistress gave a new command. "Sub, can you only reach these front and upper parts of my pussy? What about the lower parts? Don't you want to warm them up also?"
It wasn't exactly a rebuke, but Sub recognized that his Mistress had caught him again just a little short. It was frustrating and embarrassing! He managed a "Yes, Mistress," and tried to move his hands lower. Again, the handcuffs interfered. When his Mistress leaned just slightly back against him, however, he found his task easier.
*I haven't shown anything so far,* he thought. *Subs and slaves are supposed to be driven only by the commands of their Masters and Mistresses. But there must be something I can do to impress this woman?*
His Mistress' murmur of approval — "Sub, your hands are doing a good job now." — gave him an idea. Her commands had been to get his fingers stimulating her, right? She had prohibited only pinching and scratching, right? How about he starts tapping on her pussy with his fingers?
He began light tapping with the fingers of one hand and, when no objection was raised, added the fingers of his second hand. First, there was no pattern, but he soon fell into a sort of drumbeat for a tune. He changed rhythms and speeds, hoping his Mistress would remark on one of them.
And, she did! "Sub, that's a great move! Especially the fast rhythms. Keep that up and you've got a job for life!"
Julie enjoyed the stroking and tapping for a short while, then decided to introduce a new service. She stopped Sub's efforts, freed his hands, and led him to the suite's queen-size bed. Stretching herself on the bed, she had Sub stroke her from neck to knees, with attention to her breasts and pussy as before. Once she was again "warmed up," she directed Sub to climb into the bed from its foot, moving up between her spread legs.
"Sub," she ordered, "this is where you kiss my pussy and lick my clit and lips. Be sure you get all the lips. You may go down to around my rosebud, but don't put yourself into my asshole. Do you understand?"
This was something Sub's wife had taught him, he replied, and he eagerly started into it. Crouched at the junction of her legs, he worked one side, then the other. He switched from front to back of his Mistress' labia. He circled her rosebud with a stiffened tongue, a new territory for him, and found the idea exciting. He was beginning to get aroused by his Mistress' moans and small cries.
When Julie felt her juices start, she decided to slow the process a bit. She directed Sub into a Sixty-nine position and restarted his cunnilingus efforts. She grabbed his cock and began to squeeze the helmet and shaft in a slow rhythm that produced a fine erection in just a few minutes.
Calling a pause, Julie had Sub get a condom from the bedside table and unroll it on his boner. She locked his hands back into the handcuffs, this time behind his back. Resuming his cunnilingus service, Sub found that the loss of his hands was a problem. He had used his hands to spread his Mistress' cunt lips wide, giving his tongue space to reach almost to his Mistress' G-spot. Now, no matter how he wormed his face into his Mistress' cunt, there was no way to reach that special spot. Still, he noticed that his Mistress was still lubricating and making those delightful moans and small cries.
As Julie felt herself rise up the rainbow of arousal, she increased her ministrations on Sub's cock. As she tipped over into a great orgasm, she grabbed Sub's balls and gave a short squeeze, sending him over his edge. Amidst cries and muscle spasms, both shuddered through fine orgasms. Julie spurted juices over Sub's face and he spurted enough cum to fill the condom.
Sub simply lay with his face at his Mistress' pussy. Julie felt Sub's erection shrivel. With a deep cleansing breath, she gave her next order. To her Sub, it was a reminder that Mistresses always have a next order.
"Sub, that was a good climax. I'm sure, with practice, you can make them bigger and better. But, right now, you need to be cleaning your Mistress of all those juices. Now!"
Sub, pleased with the compliment but a bit put off by the "practice" comment, took a moment too long to start serving his Mistress' order. Julie reached for a crop from the bedside table and produced a nice slash on Sub's back. Only the handcuffs kept Sub from a serious crime against his Mistress. Once that had registered in Sub's mind, he was grateful for the restraint that had seemed so onerous just minutes earlier.
Julie had one more service for her Sub. She freed his hands from the cuffs and ordered him to take off the condom, empty its contents into his mouth, and swallow the cum. Sub hesitated only a split-second before carefully recovering the condom and drinking its contents. He had never tasted his own cum, although he had always had his girlfriends and wife swallow the results of their fellatio works. Now, he knew what they knew.
Julie put on a bright smile and explained that the "fantasy experiment" was over. She added that she thought Mr. CAT had been brave to bring up the fantasy and then to follow through with his services. She brought them both to the shower where they enjoyed the warm splashes together.
In Julie's mind, this had been an important experience. One might have all the lists and information the Concierge Service had, but new data and challenges would always lie in wait for a First Lady. She hoped her Owner would be impressed by her report of this lesson.
Mr. CAT was also impressed. He had indulged his fantasy without paying too high a price. He knew The Enterprises' slave could have made the experiment much harsher. In fact, he had expected more severe restraints and slashes from the many kinds of whip evident in his suite. With a small laugh, he decided that he wouldn't revisit this fantasy just to push those limits.
As a perfectly submissive Julie was dressing him for dinner, he wondered how the experiment would affect how he might use Julie later. He voiced an idea.
"You know, those restraints were interesting and exciting, something I've never been involved with before. I don't have any slaves at home, but I do have a few women I play with. We haven't had any experience with formal ties or restraints, but your use of handcuffs during my fantasy suggests I might add some bondage to our play. Can you teach me a few of the popular rope ties this evening?"
Julie smiled at this simple request. "Of course, Master." *H*e was the Master, wasn't he?* "Rope has its own kind of command, different from chains or handcuffs. Those go on quickly, while rope has to be positioned and wrapped and tensioned just so for any desired effect. Too tight is not only uncomfortable or even painful, but it can be dangerous. You don't want to cut off circulation, both on the arterial side and the venous side, for any long times. You don't want to pull some part of your sub out of a normal position, although some tension makes the bondage more 'real,' focusing your sub on whatever you're playing."
*Chapter 164: How Do You Teach a Master?*
Mr. CAT smiled and left for dinner, while Julie rose and gathered a few hanks of rope from the main salon cabinet. Then, Julie wondered what "popular ties" she could show him and, disconcertingly, how could she show them to him? She couldn't have him tie her, could she? He didn't know where the rope was coming from or where it was going!
Could she tie him? Well, not if he was being the Master, right? He might not want to replay the afternoon's fantasy of being the submissive.
Julie did not want to call Pat or Anne; it would be embarrassing to admit being unable to sort out a Master's challenge when she was supposed to be learning how to assist her Owner in running a House of Slavery.
That made it obvious: call the Chief of the Concierge Service. She knew what Julie was trying to learn about and she had access to all The Enterprises' secrets and assets, right?
The Chief didn't miss a beat. "I see what the problem is," she said. "You want to demonstrate something, so what you need is a model to work on. I'll send you one of the new slaves and you can tie him or her in anything you like. Give me a few moments to find out who has been through the Basic Bondage module. I'll call you back with a name and background. I'll need a time and place and how you'd like the slave dressed. OK?"
It was more than OK! Julie thanked the Chief and began thinking of what ties she was confident she could *do* — she knew she had *survived* a whole host of ties — but she wanted a few that a rookie Master could understand and which, she hoped, he would find erotically pleasing and satisfying.
*The Chief called back with a name: Tajeddigt. "We've shortened it to Taj for the present. The name means 'a flower,' very delicate and beautiful, and you'll see how true that is. She's from a Berber clan in Morocco, her papers say, and we got her two months ago from a slaver who bought her from her family so they could get enough money to survive the winter. She's been through secondary school, what they call *Idadiya*, and one other Owner, so she's probably about eighteen years old. She's been mostly obedient, with no signs of rebellion so far. We've had her through several Restraint Classes and her trainers were pleased with her flexibility and submission to the standard ties."
Julie was impressed by the Chief's report. In just a few moments, she had assessed what Julie needed, had reviewed The Enterprises' available assets, and had selected a slave who seemed ideal for use when Mr. CAT returned from his dinner. She thanked the Chief and they arranged for Security to deliver Taj to Room 204.
*Authors' Note: Niamh has been sold, but will Martin's "Clear the Books" maneuver be successful? Julie has managed one command from her temporary Master, but what happens when Taj arrives at Room 204?*
*Your suggestions, of course, are welcome! Keep those Cards, Letters, and Comments coming! We read them all!*
*— Taliesin1 and J. Spe* ((https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chek_Lap_Kok)
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I felt the blood surge hotly in my face. I panted heavily. "Push it harder. Don't stop."
My brother Harry did a deep chest grunt and pushed, sweat beading over his face. "Something is going to rip if I go harder. We need some lubricant or..."
Without a rip, or even a popping sound, the sofa edged the half a centimeter it needed to slide smoothly around the dogleg into the room. I did a quick two step not to stumble. We re-hefted the great green monster and got it inside.
"Against the far wall for now. I can shift it if I need to."
"You're gonna have to, bro, because I'm never lifting this thing again. I'm sure not going to help get it out of here when you move again."
We collapsed on our subdued enemy, stretching our legs out. Harry, ever the classy guy, pulled the hem of his t-shirt up to wipe his face. Seemed a good idea, actually, so I did it too. Then we sat back. It was a really nice couch. One of the few long enough that let me stretch right out. A blazing beam of sunlight spotlighted on the carpet. A person couldn't even tell from this view that winter still gripped the world.
"Yeah, I thought you were nuts for using the official master bedroom as a living room, but it could work."
I nodded, smiling. "I almost passed on having a two bedroom unit all to myself, but then I realized if I'm going to set up a proper work space studio, the extra room will be great."
"And the second bedroom is the bedroom?"
"Once I measured to see if it fit a king size bed, the vision fell into place. The 'living room' has the biggest windows and the best light and view. Why work in a rabbit hole? That's the room for sleeping."
Harry smirked crookedly. "A king size bed? What the hell does a bachelor need with that kind of elbow room? Planning on having orgies?"
I hid my expression by standing up and giving my face another wipe with my shirt. I couldn't let Harry see the goofy grin exploding on my face. From what I had experienced here in Avalon Apartments three weeks ago, that king size could likely be the hardest used piece of furniture in the place.
"HARRrrrY! I'm hungry!" The mostly empty apartment made the unpleasant whine even more annoying with an echo. The voice certainly slapped the grin off my face. Adults just shouldn't whine like that. Harry climbed to his feet. "Coming Tiffany!"
I followed him out of the "hospitality room". "That was the last load, Zach. Just a couple of boxes left. Here's the plan: we go down. You bring up the boxes and, since I have to move the truck from the loading zone anyway, I'll keep on going to get some grub."
"Let me get my wallet. It's on me."
"Damn straight it's on you. Sleeping, storage fees and labour costs ain't cheap."
Tiffany Trubela leaned-sprawled on the kitchen counter with her elbows and stomach, her butt sticking out and her legs akimbo on the floor. Only her fingers dancing furiously over her pink phone keypad gave away that she was awake. Still, even in such a slack-jawed idiot pose, she artfully kept her scoop-necked cleavage on glorious display and her skintight jeans accentuated those long legs and ass to perfection. Her meticulously styled blonde hair draped down her back. However, even the exquisite makeup job around the huge sapphire blue eyes and magnificent cheekbones couldn't hide the bovine dull expression of the hardcore texter.
"Tiff, I'm off to get some food." Harry leaned in to give his girlfriend a peck on the cheek.
The blonde woman grunted, pulling away, focusing on her messages.
"Baby, you were going to unpack the kitchen." Of the three boxes labeled "Kitchen", one had been opened. A drawer hung open, empty. Not a great effort.
Tiffany frowned, without turning away from the miniature screen. "Kim is stressing out over picking shoes for a very important party. She needs my advice more than Zach needs his forks and spoon sorted."
"Kim who?"
"Kardashian, of course!"
"KIm Kardashian asked you, personally, for advice?" I always tried to keep to the weather and peoples' health when talking to Tiffany, but kept failing in the face of absurdity. Any actual conversation almost always ended badly. Blood pressure spikes are not healthy.
"She accepted me to her Flutterbook Gold Circle. When she sends out a cry for help, her special followers just have to pitch in."
"All 50,000 of you. It's a tight group."
"At least it's in the real, grownup world. Why don't you go unpack your toy spaceships?" Tiffany pulled back the small amount of attention she had granted us and went back to the phone. Harry gripped my arm and pulled. I sighed and let myself be led out of the apartment.
Harry shrugged into his parka as the elevator descended the three floors. "So, that's everything you had stashed in my garage. How many other Zach McAllister Stash Spots are there to clean out?"
I had no problem with a change in subject. "You had the biggest pile, thanks again. Clint and Tai Ping have about half-a-dozen bags stuffed with clothes and bedding and towels. Rudy has my big screen, so that'll be easy to move, but a bugger to extract from where he's set it up in his living room. The rest is still two provinces away in a pay storage unit." I blew out my cheeks. "Moving cross country sucks."
"Well, in my experience, finding a place to live is the hardest part. The rest is just muscle and buying pizza. Oh, crap." Harry raised his arms in frustration, beseeching the sky gods. "We can't buy pizza."
"Why the hell not? Pizza is the traditional food when moving. It may even be a law."
"Because Tiff doesn't eat wheat products during months with an 'R' or some shit." Harry looked miserable, trapped between reality and a red hot girlfriend. Again.
"How about Greek? There's a place on 18th Ave called 'The 12 Platters of Hercules' that's pretty tasty..."
Harry perked up. "I know the joint. It is good. There'll be something there she'll like."
"That would be the Harpy Special. I'll take a Centaur Platter."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Harry smiled with one side of his mouth. "That is actually funny, but that's my girl you're...HOLY SHIT!"
I whirled around, expecting a bus to be coming through the main doors and into the lobby. Instead, a cab driver wheeled-dragged a large suitcase over the snow ridged sidewalk while Marita held the outer door for him. My glands snapped off a tap dance and hand flip. Harry wasn't admiring the puffing cabbie or the quality luggage. We McAllister brothers admired the mane of midnight copper hair framing the heart-shaped face and flawless caramel skin. The full lips and merry smile. The enormous green eyes. The deep green plaid winter coat went to her knees, giving only a tantalizing hint at the curves beneath.
Harry could only guess at those curves. I knew those curves intimately.
I fought down another village idiot grin. Attempt to be cool, Zach. I did spring forward to open the inner door before Marita had to fumble for her keys.
"Oh, thank you. It's good to be home!" Marita gave her boots a last stamp to clear snow. "I think." She fluffed her hair out while undoing a few coat buttons. She smiled politely. "Do you live in the building?"
The sexual pixie dust supporting me vanished in a flash of reality. "Um, yes. Just moving in." Harry gave me a prod. "This is my brother Harry. I'm..."
"Jack? No, something with a zed. Zach! Yeah, Zach." Marita grinned in triumph, as she held out her hand to shake. "I'm Marita. You were apartment hunting about, what, three weeks ago? The old memory hasn't failed after all!"
I returned the polite handshake, keeping a brave face. I hoped. "The first of the month finally came and I don't have to sleep on this lunkhead's couch no more."
"Lunkhead? Hey..." Harry frowned as he shook Marita's hand.
"Well, it's nice to meet you again and you, Harry. Probably see you at the mailboxes or something." Marita strode off across the small lobby to the elevator, suitcase in tow.
"Yeah, I guess." I spiraled down for a crash landing, shot out of my dreams by hard truths.
For the second time, Harry pulled me along. We exited out the doors into the arctic afternoon, the sun easing towards setting. "You're the lunkhead if you think you have a chance with her. Wow, she's gawdamn dynamite on two legs. She's so far out of your league, it'd be like a tiddlywinks player in a pro hockey game."
Harry reached over the truck box and pulled out the last two boxes, thrusting them into my arms. I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to tell my smug little brother that I had not only played in Marita's league, but had that an MVP award for my effort. Well, or so I thought. Apparently not so much. As dismal as Marita's platonic courtesies made me feel, I wasn't going to become a strutting, bragging thug for Harry. The road of a gentleman is not easy.
The boxes made themselves a nuisance getting back inside, but they weren't so heavy I couldn't manage. I stumped up to the elevator and pushed the button. The door slid open and I turned sideways to watch my step and to let the handrail inside support some of their weight.
Marita's voice came from behind me. "What floor was that again?"
"Uh...3." I twisted my head to see her smirk. "What,...why." I gave my stunned brain a kick. "You're just riding the elevator for fun?"
I hoisted the boxes for a better grip. Between Marita, me, two boxes and her luggage, the tiny elevator didn't leave much maneuvering room. I worked the physics of turning around to face her.
A warm breath and wet tongue traced my right ear. "No silly. I waited to give you a proper hello."
The startled squeak of I made did not sound manly nor even dignified. I did feel myself pull out of that spiraling dive into gloom. As I juggled the boxes I had nearly dropped, I could only blather "What? Really?"
Marita's honey-toned chuckle alone could give a guy wood. "You get a gold star, newbie neighbour. It's a crazy judgement call in this building when to be polite and when to be a slobbering sex fiend. In my book, you played the very correct amount of smooth and cool down there in the lobby."
She gave my earlobe a fresh tongue-thrashing and nibble while she reached around to treat my groin to a full palm massage. The third floor dinged and the elevator stopped WAY too soon.
I lurched out of the elevator, totally wobbling on my pins. I gave her a huge grin. "See you."
Marita gave a little wave and a saucy smile as the doors closed. "I better be invited to the housewarming."
I bumped and thumped my way into my apartment, walking again on a sparkling fog of sexual possibility. I put the boxes down and stood staring off in a hot daydream of that housewarming party.
"Ah, has Tiffy's boobies given poor Zachie-whackie a stiffie?" Tiffany cackled.
I spanged back to reality. I had honestly forgot all about her while drifting in my Happy Place. If texters want to ignore everyone around them, I tend to return the favour. I looked down. For moving day, I had on old sweat pants and loose boxers. Marita's efforts had brought the circus to town and the main tent pole was blatantly up.
I blinked again. Without conscious thought, I replied with a bark of a laugh. "Gawd, no!"
Whatever Tiffany expected for a reaction, mine didn't fit. Only slapping her with a fish might result in the same popped eyes, gaping mouth surprise and hurt. She took a long second to process the concept of not being someone's fantasy girl. Her eyebrows slammed together and her lips closed in a thin line. Red crept up from her cleavage to distort her pretty face.
"YOU PENCIL DICK..." She floundered. While I may not be packing a salami, what was tenting my sweats could not be called a "pencil". She started again. "You slob of a geek! You nerd freak! This minute is as close as you'll ever get to babies this good if you live to be a hundred!"
Normal manners would suggest I try to hide my boner. But I'd be strung up by my nuts before I'd show any weakness in front of Harpy Girl.
"I do apologize for any slight, Tiffany. However, I was, in fact, daydreaming about breasts that I have not only seen, touched, and kissed but are far superior to yours. Not that your's aren't quite nice. Obviously you paid a lot of money for them." Trying to keep my temper and to slip in the last word, I turned to the bathroom door. "Excuse me, I think I'll wash up before the food comes."
I closed the door on Tiffany's bellow of rage. "You lying fuckhead! Nobody talks to me that way! You're in there jacking off thinking about me right now, because you'll never have a real woman. The only tits you've seen are on a computer screen!"
I leaned on my hands and looked at myself in the big bathroom mirror. I shook my head and my reflection agreed with my frustration. I'd had to put up with that shrew for ove ra month while Harry put me up. It's all done, Zach, it's all over.
Well, washing up would be a good idea. Hygiene and some water to cool the blood. I peeled off my shirt, smiling at the tent that was only beginning to subside. I went profile and chuckled at the rude display. I started to soap up my hands. Jacking off, indeed. If a fraction of the promise of Avalon Apartments came true, I'd never have to seek solo relief again.
I brought the towel up to dry my face. Tiffany had finally shut up. My breathing and heart rate had slowed. My cock had started to droop.
The doorknob clicked. The bathroom door slammed back. I brought the towel down in shock as a flash popped in my eyes.
"Caught you jerking off!" Tiffany exulted, phone up and taking pictures. "The girls will love these snaps." She trailed off as she realized I still had my pants on. My blood pressure soared. I snapped.
"A camera? A CAMERA??" I snatched her phone out of her startled hand. "You self-centered bitch! You were honestly going to post pictures of me jerking off on the fucking internet? Well, if your friends want nudity, how about a naked skank?"
I stepped in and grabbed Tiffany around the waist with one arm, yanking her close. As her brain struggled to catch up, I gripped the hem of her shirt at the back and pulled up, giving her a small shove. The pink shirt peeled up over her arms like a banana skin. She came to rest against the door frame, hair tousled and eyes wild. I brought her phone up and started snapping.
To minimize unsightly lines under her thin t-shirt, Tiffany had a light, sheer bra that left little to the imagination. I got off three good candids of rosy nipples behind lace before as she dithered between covering herself and making me stop. I flung the shirt aside and stepped in again, her hands batting away at me as I gripped the front of her bra between her bouncing tits and pulled it up. Flash!
"GIve me that fucking phone!" She lunged at me, but tangled in bra straps, she didn't quite reach the phone. I jumped out of the bathroom, letting weeks of TIffany Frustration run wild. I made two steps when she grabbed the back of my sweat pants. I fell forward, the phone skittering off across the rug as I caught myself from a face plant. I squirmed away as she clawed at my legs. Sweatpants came off very easily, leaving me in boxers and socks. Tiffany waddled forward on her knees, nude from the waist up, taking off the remaining spike heel shoe that had tripped her up.
I rolled to my hands and knees to scrabble for the phone. I spun on to my back and clicked off two more shots of Tiffany in her bouncing, jiggling hellcat glory.
"You shit head bastard!" Tiffany lunged at me again, just as I got my feet under me to stand up. This time she took down my boxers and left some $50 per nail scratches down both my thighs. I danced backwards, my cock bobbing stiffly in the open air. I took my eyes off Tiffany to find the switch to video. Still photos weren't enough.
Crash! Something shattered on the wall behind me. "Drop that fucking phone!" Tiffany knelt beside an open box, chest and boobs heaving, eyes blazing, the spaceships she loved to mock in each hand. I glanced over my shoulder. One lay in bits across the carpet. I thought I had already lost my temper. Apparently not.
"You miserable stupid cow! Those aren't toys, they're heirlooms! Keepsakes from my uncle and dad!" I let the phone bounce to the carpet as I lunged at her like an attacking bear. She raised one of the antiques to smash it, but I tackled her, grabbing both wrists. I landed on top of her, crushing her big tits under my chest. I snarled into her face and twisted her wrists until both ships slipped safely to the floor. She snarled back at me. Drops of sweat dropped on her face from me. Tiny sprays of spit hit my face.
I sat back up, pulling her along with me. Tiffany exercised only enough to keep herself fashionably skinny. She had no muscle tone to stop me.
Too selfish to reason with. Too uncaring to listen to arguments. I saw only way to make my point. Sitting cross-legged, with the carpet scratching my bare ass, I shifted Tiffany face down across my lap. My cock head poked into her stomach. I kept my arm across her back to pin her down while my other hand pulled and yanked at the waistband of her jeans. Skin tight as they were, it took a bucking, wrestling few minutes to expose her ass. No panties. Being sexy or fashionable? Didn't matter. WHACK! I brought the flat of my hand across her pert cheeks. We had descended to grunts and growls while wrestling, but this brought a fresh shriek out of her.
"YOW! You bastard! Let me go!"
WHACK! "Ow!" WHACK! "Jesus!" WHACK! "Stop it!" WHACK!
I kept going, letting loose a lot of frustration, some of it not entirely Tiffany's fault, but just for the style of person she was. Her cheeks wobbled like red jello when I finally felt a need to pause, if only because my arm and hand ached.
Tiffany's shouts had become whimpers had become...moans? Her long, smooth body didn't thrash so much as "squirm".
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck." She moaned into the carpet as her body writhed on my lap. I don't know if Tiffany knew this about herself or not. The fact my cock still stood like a bar of iron surprised me. She turned her head, peering at me with a mascara-streaked eye through a curtain of tousled blonde hair.
"...please zach. don stup." came a bleary voice talking into the carpet.
I felt something splish on to my thigh beneath Tiff. It might have been sweat, but my nose caught the rising tang of a woman feeling the heat. It didn't calm me down much. Still, I hadn't become a total lunatic. I stood on a line. This side had some issues in polite company, but across that line I'd be tripping over words like "rape". But my cock and temper demanded more. Desperate to please, my brain noticed Tiffany's phone. I gave her beautiful bottom another smack. "Speak up Tiffany. You want me to stop?" Smack.
"No, no! DON'T stop! Damn, I'm boiling over."
"So? What do you want me to do about it?" SMACK!
"AH!" Her head jerked around again. "Fuck me. Damn it, fuck me!"
"Anything you say, Tiff."
I slid out from under her, letting her collapse on the carpet. My cock thrummed as her body flicked it in passing. Tiff's waist and hips wriggled in time to her moans. A couple of savage yanks pulled each leg of her jeans down and off. I pulled the naked woman to her hands and knees and slid into position. My penis throbbed, ready and eager. I pointed the big purple head at her dripping cunt and slammed on in.
"Bitches get fucked like bitches."
"Keerist!" Tiffany grunted and hammered her delicate fists on the carpetver-concrete. "Oh, yeah. Oh YEAH."
I took hold of her lean waist and pounded for all I was worth. My hips slammed against that red ass and bounced back. Tiffany's lubrication didn't match her desire and I felt my cock heat up with the friction. Her cunt soon started juicing under the assault. My back began to feel the strain, but I kept the jackhammer attack going, gritting my teeth. As long as I kept my brain and its opinions locked in the back in the trunk, my body didn't mind fucking Tiffany at all.
"GUHhhh. Oh it hurts so damn good."
"What. Does. Tiffany?" I gasped out as separate words. "Tell me."
"Fucking. You fucking me." She rose up on her hands and back down.
Her big barbie boobs flounced back and forth from under her too skinny torso with each stroke. I slowed enough to bend and give the right one a good grope. My first fake breast. Not as bad as I expected. Like squeezing a soft foam ball. Not as good as a real breast, but not bad. Tiffany moaned. "Pinch my nipple."
I rolled the fat nipple tip between thumb and forefinger. Tiffany sobbed and pushed her tit into my hand. "The other one! The other one!"
"The other one what, Tiffany?"
"Pinch my other nipple, idiot!"
"Holy crap!"
I stuttered in my thrusting as Harry's voice startled me. I looked over my shoulder at his shocked face. Everything balanced on the twirl of one second. One hint of betrayal, one suggestion of rage and guilt or fear would stop me cold.
Harry's face twisted in an stunned half-smile. He set the bag of food down.
I smiled back at him and revved up my thrusts again. "Mind if I finish?"
"Go right ahead, brother." He began to peel out of his clothes. "Mind if I watch? I really have a thing about watching."
"Be our guest."
Tiffany groped her way through her erotic fog. She peered backwards. Her eyes widened. "Harry? Omigawd. Harry? Stop him. He's raping me!"
My brother went on his knees beside us, naked and working his cock up to a full erection with a practiced right hand. "That right, Zach? You raping my girl?"
"Nope." I reached around and finally did the rolling nipple pinch Tiff had requested. Her guttural growl didn't sound at all unhappy or coerced.
"Okay, then." Harry began a smooth, slow pump of his cock. Seems the McAllister genes bred true. Average length but solid and thick. His eyes drank in our fucking with a wide leer. My streak of exhibitionism didn't mind the audience and I felt fresh energy building in my groin.
"I should be mad, I guess, but this cocktease has kept me on a starvation diet for too long." Harry snarled a smile, continuing in a cartoon falsetto, "By me this ring Harry, and you might get some nummies tonight. No laundry, no nookie Harry. I'm watching Celebrity Showdown, don't bother me."
"You two are...argh. Put it back in, put it back in!" Tiffany wailed as I pulled out. My juice coated cock felt cool in the room air. I lumbered off my red knees and slapped my brother's shoulder. "Give it to her, Harry."
With a grin, Harry leapt in to place behind Tiffany. He ran his palms down her sweaty back, then took his throbber in hand and rammed it until his pubes squelched hard into her sopping bald pussy.
I flexed my legs a time or two to get circulation back. Then I went back on my knees and waved my fat, slimy erection in Tiffany's face. Harry raised an eyebrow in concern and cocked his head. I shook my head at his fear. Why I figured she wouldn't bite it off, I don't know. I think for all her big talk, Tiffany was discovering a whole world of submission.
I tickled her nose with the head and pressed it to her lips. "Like sucking cock, Tiffany? Speak up."
Grunting under Harry's pounding, she managed to blurt in a fevered voice, "Yes, I want to suck your cock."
Her mouth engulfed me and her tongue went wild around my shaft. I ran my fingers through her mane and began to softly jerk my hips. "She's damn good at this."
"I'll have to take your word for it. She wouldn't so much as kiss mine." The bitterness in Harry's voice lost its punch with the bliss of a hot fuck filling his face. His eyes snapped open and twinkled brightly. He looked at me, then at Tiffany and then at her ass. "You know what else I always wanted that never happened?"
He spat a big gob of saliva into the fingers of his left hand. He then rubbed the slippery moisture all around Tiffany's rosebud. Her wonderful suction action abruptly stopped. I stroked her hair and face, continuing to pump. "It'll be fun."
Harry pulled out. He carefully positioned his juiced cock at the entrance to Tiffany's asshole and pushed.
I felt the blood surge hotly in my face. I panted heavily. "Push it harder. Don't stop."
My brother Harry did a deep chest grunt and pushed, sweat beading over his face. "Something is going to rip if I go harder. We need some lubricant or..."
Without a rip, or even a popping sound, Harry's cock edged the half a centimeter it needed to slide smoothly down Tiffany's ass. I did a quick two step on my knees not to stumble as Tiffany shrilled a hot moan and bucked. We re-balanced ourselves around the woman and went back to it.
"OH, HOLY CRAP, but that's tight. Not going to last long at all."
"Me either. Me either."
The long-deprived Harry fired his load first, clutching Tiffany's hips like he was going to fall off a building. He shuddered in a full body muscle spasm. A sight like that took me over the edge and my hips jerked as I unloaded into Tiffany's mouth.
I collapsed back on to my elbows, knees finally saying enough was enough. My breath came in ragged gulps. Harry fell back on to his ass, the stupidest grin on his flushed face. Tiffany slumped to the carpet like a sack of wet oatmeal and didn't move.
My brain broke out of the trunk and reclaimed the driver seat. Concerned, I rolled so my forehead bumped with Tiffany's. At least I heard breathing. I stretched out and managed to snag her discarded phone with my fingertips. I brought it close to its owner.
I cooed softly into her ear. "Tifffannny? Do you feel good? Are you alright?"
"MMmmm, yes." She slurred and nearly purred.
"We're so glad." I rolled and sat back against a wall, softening cock drooling on my thigh. I worked the phone. Harry swept his hands over his face, slicking sweat away and smiled at me. He took hold of Tiff's left foot and gave it a loose shake. "C'mon sleeping slut. Up and away."
"Hmm?" Tiffany rotated on to her back. Her careful coiffure had become a crazed bird's nest. Her makeup looked like she'd stood in front of a garden hose. The cum dribbling down her chin had begun to dry. Her boobs flared red with rough handling and rug burn, like her knees. She sat up like a drunk on a rocking boat, wincing sharply when her ass took the weight.
The golden setting sun filled my apartment. Tiffany looked blearily at me and then at Harry.
I looked at Harry. "I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Helluvan idea!"
Harry and I stood up. Tiffany stared at our naked bodies (well, except for my socks) and frowned. The lights began to come on again in her eyes. The muscles in her face tightened under the smudged makeup.
"You cocksucking shit heads." She growled in a low voice. "You're going to be brother convicts doing time for rape and assault. Then I'll sue you for..."
I held up her phone and clicked "play".
"AH! Fuck me. Damn it, fuck me!"
"Anything you say, Tiff."
I looked at the screen. "The camera doesn't really capture anything too clearly, but the sound is excellent." I hit play again.
"Tifffannny? Do you feel good? Are you alright?"
"MMmmm, yes."
I slid her pink phone across the carpet to her. "And I already emailed all this afternoon's files to Harry and myself, so don't worry about losing them."
Tiffany didn't say anything. Her left eye twitched, but she didn't say anything. She collected her scattered clothing and disappeared into the bathroom. Harry and I had barely dished up the still warm food when she emerged, cleaned up if not her usual primped. She shot us the Finger and stalked out. I imagine she had a lot to think about. Knowing Tiffany, she wouldn't bother.
Harry and I went back to sit on the floor, still naked, backs against the wall. We ate.
"So, I'm a bachelor again."
"Sorry about all this, Harry. I really am."
"No, no. It's all good, brother." He opened his mouth to continue, then shrugged. "It's good." A companionable time passed with nothing but chewing and the working of plastic forks.
"So, you like to watch, eh?"
Harry blushed a bit and grinned like a kid. "Well, what can I say? Yeah, I do."
I considered options while savouring another mouthful of souvlaki. I swallowed. "I think you need to come to my housewarming party."
"Well, I assumed I was already invited."
"No, no. My REAL housewarming party."
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2 Moving Day
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A few weeks back I wrote my story "Meeting Anita" looking forward to our meet. Well, we got together and we had an amazing encounter. Anita has given me her recollections of the day. All I can say is Roll on next time!
Anita's Account...
I am ready. Following his instructions, kneeling on the floor, back straight, hands behind my back, head bowed. His text says he is only a minute away, and I scramble into position. The floor is cold and hard on my knees, and I am trembling as this moment, which I have been anticipating for days, is finally upon me.
I hear the sound of rubber on gravel, and then of doors opening and closing. I must keep my eyes down and eventually the door opens and a pair of feet come in to view. I fight the urge to speak and remain still and submissive.
A finger appears under my chin and my head is tilted upwards, enabling me to see my master for the first time. His face is stern and forbidding and the urge to smile and welcome him falls away like a shadow fading as the sun goes behind a cloud. This is not like any of our previous meetings.
"I am glad to see you are ready for me, my slave. Who do you belong to?" He asks.
"You, my master," I reply, quietly, slightly hesitant, as I get used to my role.
"Have you followed all my instructions?" he asks me.
"Yes Sir, I think so Sir," I respond, hoping I have not forgotten anything. He bends down and puts my collar around my neck, ensuring it fits snugly in place. It feels strange for a minute but I am surprised how quickly I get used to it and welcome it's presence.
Also by my side is the harness he bought me at our last meeting. It takes a little time but eventually I am dressed to his liking and allowed to stand. I am glad to end the discomfort of the hard floor on my knees and wonder how I will cope with the day ahead if even this small action causes a degree of pain to my body.
"Where is your butt plug?" he asks and I retrieve it from my bag. I had thought as he fitted my harness that I might be spared this step but I should have known better; my master does not forget things.
He tells me to kneel again with my forearms on the floor. My arse is now pointing up at him, presenting itself to him. He runs his hands over my cheeks, running a finger down the crack and I am instantly aroused.
"Hold your cheeks open for me," and he circles my rosebud with a finger, applying the cold lube around and into me with gentle strokes. He starts to ease the plug into me, and I try to relax as each of the two sections are accommodated into my tight passage. I have practised this several times since purchasing the plug at his request, just the day before. It is easier than I had anticipated, and I breathe out, finding that I had been holding my breath without realising.
"Are you ready?" he asks; a question with so many levels of meaning that I shiver involuntarily and I concur, putting on my coat and patting the scarf in it's pocket, checking it's presence. I am allowed to wear it to cover my collar when in public.
He carries my bag and escorts me to his car. I settle myself into my seat, thinking that it is finally happening; the adventure that we have planned for several weeks is actually underway.
My master wanted to photograph me in a location of my choosing and I gave him directions to a quiet road that runs parallel with a nearby motorway. We parked and I undid my coat, ready to get out, when a post office van came round the corner. I quickly ducked down and was very relieved he hadn't appeared just 30 seconds later, when I would have been fully exposed. I got out of the car and assumed a variety of positions as instructed by my master, who was busy with his camera. We followed a track up a hill to a bridge over the motorway, with a slatted concrete fence.
"Take off your coat," came the instruction, and with cars and lorries clearly visible below, I did as I was told, enjoying the challenge and smiling into the camera. It was cold, with a hint of dampness in the air, but I was warm with adrenaline and had a dampness all of my own.
We returned to the car and set off for Heathrow. Or so I thought; my master had other plans!
"We are too early to check in so I thought you would enjoy stopping for a coffee," he said with a glint in his eye. This had not been in our original plan but I was excited from the photoshoot and agreed without demur.
We pulled into a service station and I got out carefully as there were men standing very close. I was happy that my master had not tested my resolve by instructing me to reveal anything to them. I suddenly remembered my collar, which had almost become a part of me, and hastily fastened my scarf around my neck. The butt plug was still nestled securely inside me and I walked confidently into the building.
There was a choice of seating and my master allowed me to pick, not wanting to push my limits too far. The comfy seats were inviting but I wasn't sure how easy they would be to get out of decorously, so I chose the safer option of the upright ones.
We sat and chatted out of role while we had coffee but all the time we were both aware of the image the world could see and the hidden reality under only a thin coat.
Once on the motorway, my master instructed me to undo the buttons of my coat and spread my legs wide so that he could claim my pussy for himself. He played with me constantly, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, and then pulling out again, over and over. He kept reminding me that I was not allowed to cum, and I had to grip the edges of the seat in order to keep control. There were not too many lorries on the road, but I was fairly sure that one lorry driver at least had seen what was happening! I didn't have time to think about how this made me feel, whilst I was riding the edge of ecstasy, but in hindsight, it makes me smile to know that he got an eyeful!
We completed our journey to the hotel, and arrived there after check-in time. My master went in first to complete the paperwork, and then came back to the car to fetch me.
By now the butt plug felt less secure, and I had to walk very carefully to ensure it stayed in place. We reached our room, and I quickly removed my coat and scarf as my original instructions had told me to do. We unpacked the various items we had brought with us.
My master is very skilled with ropes, and arranged a system on the bed that would enable me to be fastened to it in a variety of ways! He did this calmly and quietly, and the knowledge of what was to come started to build inside me, raising my heart rate, and no doubt my blood pressure too!
He then sat in a chair, and commanded me to kneel before him.
"I need to know if you have been a bad girl since we last met," he said. "Have you been with any other men?"
"Yes, master, your slave has been bad!" I replied, with my eyes downcast.
"Tell me about it," came the reply.
"Last week I had two men, master, and had my first experience of sharing a cock! I was sucking a cock, and then there was another man licking it with me! I spent my time kissing him and sucking the cock alternately and, Master, it was very exciting!"
"And have you followed my instructions? Have you cum at all since yesterday?"
"I am so sorry Master, but I came this morning! I was talking to a friend on the phone, and he made me cum. He said he will take the blame, but I know that it is me that will be expected to take the pain!"
"So you disobeyed my instructions? You let another man have control of my pussy!
You know that you must be punished for that! Turn round and bend over the bed so that your hips are on the edge."
I had already seen the cane that my master had brought, and I knew that now I was going to feel it too! This was the part of the adventure that I was most apprehensive about. But I knew my master would have my best interests at heart, and we had agreed a set of safe words that would enable me to let him know when I was reaching my limit. I wanted to know what it felt like, and was determined to see it through.
I put myself into position and waited.
My master knew that this was the part I was most worried about, and I trusted him to be gentle, but it didn't feel like that! I was instructed to count each one and thank him. And that helped; it gave me something to focus on. But each one stung more than the previous one, especially if they fell on the same cheek one after another. I managed 20, as I was determined not to call a halt if I could possibly avoid it, and my master decided that I had paid the price for my transgressions. The feel of his cooling hand rubbing me better afterwards was so welcome; knowing that he cared about me was so important!
Now I was instructed to put myself on the bed, face up, so he could attach me to the various clips and make sure I was spreadeagled, with nothing to prevent him doing exactly what he wanted to me.
He was still fully clothed, whilst I wore nothing but my harness, collar and cuffs, and that in itself is an amazing turn on. The thought that I am entirely at his disposal, his cum slut, his cock whore, his fuck toy, is enough to make me wet just thinking about it. I asked for my blindfold, to heighten the whole experience, and then I really didn't know what was coming next.
He played with every part of me, nibbling my nipples, licking my clit, making me writhe and squirm and beg for release! It didn't take long before I was begging to be allowed to cum, and eventually I was given permission. Waiting all that time had lifted my orgasm to a new level and I shuddered and twitched, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. There was a noise of rushing wind in my head, even without the blindfold I would not have been able to see, and my whole body was just encompassed in this feeling of release and extraordinary pleasure.
There were pauses, and I realised he must be undressing, because soon the blindfold was removed and a cock was placed in front of me. I couldn't quite reach it, and was teased with the sight and the smell of my master's member, whilst being denied it's touch and taste!
Soon I could make contact with my tongue, and then it was thrust into my mouth. He was forceful, pushing it deep into me, making me gag, which is something I am not used to. But he was kind, and eased off, so that I could enjoy the sensation of such a hard, slick stick sliding in and out of me. He knows how much I enjoy sucking his cock, the smell, the taste, the delight of knowing that it gives him pleasure.
Now he slides it into my cunt, so I can feel it, hard and thick inside me. It is so hard to grip him while I am tied down But all too soon it was removed from me and I was turned over so that now I was face down.
My skin is very responsive to a touch that is as light as a feather, but I had never been played with with an actual feather. So my master had bought some and spent the next little while teasing me all over with a pheasant feather.
It was amazing. Down my spine, round the sides of my body, at the base of my armpits, all such sensitive spots. Across my striped arse cheeks, arousing and soothing. And then into my pussy, teasing my clit, soaking up the juices as they were released by my cunt.
And I couldn't move, couldn't stop it, even if I had wanted to. The feeling of immobilisation, of being absolutely incapable of controlling the situation in any way at all, that was so arousing. Again I was brought to the point of orgasm and again made to wait, but eventually given permission to cum and I delighted in all those sensations, all over again. Once I have cum my body becomes increasingly sensitive, the skin responding to the slightest touch. It is such a wonderful place to be in.
Sir now turned me back again so that I could really enjoy his cock, freeing my hands as well. I love the feel of a cock inside my mouth, love the close contact, love knowing that I am making my master feel so good. It builds and builds to that point where I know he is going to explode in my mouth, and he certainly did. Pumping stream after stream of hot seed into me, shaking and quivering as he did so. I love the sensation of holding more and more cum in my mouth until I have it all, and only then do I swallow. He sank onto the bed with that release that comes after ejaculation, and I moved quickly to kiss him so that he could taste us both in his mouth too.
We laid side-by-side, more as equals now, no more in role, and just thinking about the experiences that we had had.
We dressed for dinner and went downstairs, had a drink in the bar and then ate. This was a time of normality, of talking about the things we had done since last we met, of putting the world to rights and sharing experiences of past and present. A gentle time, a relaxing time, a time of friendship.
After dinner we returned upstairs to the next phase of our sexual encounter. This was very different to the earlier part, as this is where really I took control. In fact I find that for me, it is easier to give to someone when I am myself, and not in role as a sub. It's much more effective to give when it is my choice to do it, rather than have it expected of me.
We opened the bottle of pink fizz that I had brought and poured a couple of glasses. After drinking some, he laid down on the bed on his front with pillows under his tummy.
I took four after eight mint chocolates and slipped them into his arse crack, allowing them to soften and melt while I massaged his back.
Lots of almond oil, and firm massage around the shoulders, the neck, the tops of the arms, enabled him to release the stress and tension of a busy job and demanding week.
He adores being rimmed, says the word is completely inadequate for the amount of sensation and pleasure it brings, and I have a love of chocolate! So in our planning, I had suggested that this time I combine the two together, and he was all in favour.
I worked down his back, and then from the backs of his knees up his thighs. But all the time ignoring his arse. I could see the chocolate softening, dribbles appearing and working their way down to his balls. I knew I was going to have a wonderful, if very messy time.
The time had come now to start to play in earnest. I removed the first mint at the top of his cheeks with my teeth and passed it to him, for him to taste and eat. The second one I ate myself. The third and fourth were buried deep in his arse crack and were no longer solid enough to pull out. So my licking began in earnest. The soft, silky feel of the chocolate, the minty taste, and then the even softer area of skin where he wanted me to be was just fantastic!
I had the biggest smile on my face as I heard his murmured reactions to my tongue hitting the spot, and revelled in the pleasure that I knew he was now receiving. My tongue worked hard, licking and pushing deep into him, as deep as I could go. My finger scooping out some of the chocolate as I ate it; the tastes all mingling. Listening to his moans of delight added to the whole experience, and we played like this for sometime. I was covered in chocolate, my hair, my cheeks, chin, and even my neck! It felt decadent, and dirty, gentle and caring all at once, if that is possible. As my master, he had worked so hard to bring about my fantasies and explore them with me, and now it was my turn to give him what I knew he loved most.
Eventually I cleaned up what was left with wipes, and moved back up the bed to lie next to him, my head on his chest, while we gently touched each other and talked about nothing. That late night feeling, where sleep beckons, but you don't want it to end just yet, is wonderful, and in some ways was still the best part of the day for me. At last we turned out the lights and drifted off to sleep, thinking about all that we had done and shared, and for me, at least, the delight of the contrasting parts of the day added up to a whole that was bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.
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Meeting Anita Ch. 02
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A Better Breeder
There is darkness, emptiness, a never ending void empty of all sensation. Just a strange tickle in the back of my mind, whispering things, telling me things. Things I don't yet understand. Then there is a pinpoint of light. I know the word, I know many words. Though why this seems odd to me, I don't know why.
I feel cold, wet. I'm coughing. The light is bright, hurting my eyes as I open them. Suddenly the room darkens and turns slightly red, and the pain in my eyes is gone. Nictating membranes. I know I have several layers of them and currently have engaged those that block out UV rays and dim bright lights.
Soon my eyes adapt to the brightness and it is safe for me to retract them, looking out upon a room, a laboratory of some sort. I'm laying on a round metal plate sheathed in rubber, an indent a few inches in and a protruding ring beyond that. I'm also laying on the floor beyond, metal grating of some sort, allowing the wetness from my body to drip downward and drain away without making a mess.
There's a sudden spray of warm water from the ceiling, I cry out in surprise, but soon find myself purring at the luxurious sensation of my fur being gently massaged by the spray, washing the green goo off of me.
The tickle in the back of my mind becomes a bit more insistent, but I still don't quite understand what it is trying to tell me. I roll over, pushing myself up. Now the water is coming from below as well as above. I laugh as it tickles my undersides. I lift up my legs and twist my tail, making sure that I'm well cleaned.
I rub myself with my hands, scrubbing gently to aid the removal of the goo. My purring grows louder, I find that I rather like this, especially rubbing down between my legs. I hear a sound that I identify as feline laughter, a purring chuckle like my own.
That tickles continues to grow stronger, almost annoying in its intensity. I turn to look for the source of the noise, but cannot see through the artificial rain, as it's flowing down over my eyes and blurring my vision.
Instinctively I once again blink, and I can see through the rain as clear as day. A pretty long haired feline in a long white coat. She resembles the mental image I have of a long haired tabby, long fluffy fur in a mix of silver and black. Beneath the lab coat is nothing more then a tight black bodysuit that clings to her curves, circular cut outs have been made in the fabric, showing off the fur beneath it on her belly, above her breasts, and down each leg.
The sight of her stirs many emotions inside of me, adoration, devotion, love, loyalty, respect, and arousal. I hear that wonderful purring sound again as the water flow ceases and I yelp again, suddenly finding myself being bombarded by warm high speed air currents.
Suddenly the tickle is gone, and I'm made aware of everything. I smile, realizing how special and unique I am. Creatures seldom have the capability to not only be able to be conscious at their birth, but actually able to comprehend it.
As the blowers turn off I step forward to hug my mistress and my mother, the scientist who created me. She opens her arms and snuggles into my ample chest, my breasts perfectly head level for her.
"Gods, you look just perfect!" she says happily, "Now I can only hope that your mind works as good as your body looks."
I chuckle as she gives me a command. "Anya, identification and description." she says.
I immediately recognize my own name, and recall her own. "I am Anya, project ident BDE21162-X, a prototypical genetically engineered creature created by Cally Baines on the research station Damocles. My purpose is to test a number of prototypical processes and combinations of processes to help create an all purpose artificial life form."
My mistress raises a brow, waiting for me to continue. I can't help but blush, the fur on my cheeks fluffing. "As well as to serve as a helper, bodyguard, and playmate to my creator and her associates aboard Damocles Station."
My blush dies down as I continue. "I am a union of genetic engineering, cybernetic, and nanite technologies." That explains my full awareness, despite having only perhaps a minute of actual consciousness. It had been programmed into me. Knowledge and personality both. I'm a little awed at my mother's thoroughness and her thoughtfulness as well.
I know that most wouldn't bother giving their creations a personality like that of a normal furre, so I'm rather glad for it, even if it means feeling embarrassed when matters of a sexual nature are brought up. Like now, I'm fluffing up again, feeling a little warm, the blood rushing to the surface of my skin.
"I am the first of my mistresses projects, created to serve as a base example to study and work off of the aspects indented for use in other more focused projects as well. I am also designed to serve as mother to other projects that follow, as it's less expensive to impregnate me then it is to keep a growth tank running." I say, licking my lips, blushing even more at my desire to be in such a state, filled with growing life, my belly swelling to be all round.
My mistress smiles at me. "Go on." she whispers, "Describe yourself, continuing from the current topic." she purrs, snuggling against my soft scaled tummy. Her rough tongue feels so nice on my scales.
"I..." I gulp, feeling embarrassed, but knowing that my reactions make my mother happy, I continue. "I am a tauric layout lifeform, quadrupedal land motion with an additional humanoid torso featuring limbs suited strongly for manual dexterity. For ease of maneuverability in all planetary configurations I also have wings, while my forepaws and hindpaws have webbed toes. My tail is very long as well, much like a snake's. It features an expandable vertically aligned fin to aid me in swimming. I lack gills, but my lungs are capable of filtering oxygen from water, as well as several other substances."
Mistress senses that I'm trying to avoid the subject. Her silence is deafening, I know what she wants me to say, but I'm too embarrassed to give it voice. I want to continue on with my appearance, about how I'm a mix of dragon and feline, my current coloration like that of a tiger. Though that's changeable given my desire to alter it and the provision of the proper sources of pigmentation.
My fur exists over a layer of superdense scales that can interlock tightly and form a nearly impenetrable layer over my internal muscle and organs. The outer two inches of my body are expendable. In a vacuum the pressure differential would activate the scales locking process, cutting off blood flow to the outer portion of my body, preserving that which I need to move and survive.
I use blood based resources at a much more efficient level then natural lifeforms, meaning that even without a renewed flow of blood, my outer extremities will still function decently for several minutes. Though when the outer layer dies, I only operate at 45 percent efficiency compared to being in a whole form. That is until the intense radiation of space essentially bakes my outer layer off. Then I improve to 62 percent efficiency.
Either way it rather hurts and I'd be best suited to wearing a spacesuit. But I am capable of surviving for a week in the vacuum of space without aid, though I'd only be conscious for the first 4 hours. Then my body shifts over to functioning much like a plant, my inner scales containing chlorophyll and photoreceptors. The process would essentially have me cannibalize my biomass until the point where I only have minimum organs supporting my brain, nestled in a thick ball of scales with my cybernetic aspects tucked inside.
At that point technically, I die. My biological aspects shut down and are converted to power the cybernetic memory stores. That sphere is capable of surviving planetfall through most atmospheres, and the nanites and the controlling cybernetic aspect of myself are capable of constructing a miniature hydrogen propulsion engine. Making planetfall on a world with the proper resources, the nanites are capable of rebuilding an identical body and instilling it with the stored copy of my memories. Essentially a twin to myself with my own memories. Though not actually me as I'd have ceased to exist as a life form in any meaningful way, at least in this dimension.
Mistress believes in an afterlife, and has programmed me with the same faith-based beliefs that herself and most of her colleagues share. Seeing as how the spirit cannot be measured scientifically, Mistress believes that having ceased existing as a life form, that I will pass over to the next realm.
Mistress is also tickling my tummy and urging me onward. The pause in my speech in the past few seconds as I've pondered some of my designs now becoming noticeable. "I... I am equipped with three sets of male-female reproductive organs, as well as having an additional female sex. They mimic my three aspects, feline, dragon, and serpent."
My mother purrs happily, licking my belly, slowly moving downward. I moan softly as she takes my maleness in her handpaws, caressing the white furred sheath, as my scales start slightly down and below it on my draconic underbelly. From slightly below the waist up, I am much like her, completely feline, save for a few facial features and my horns.
She begins to lick me, my black shaft sliding from its confinement, glinting wetly in the florescent lights of her laboratory. My sexes are independently excitable, I can direct my arousal to any combination of my seven sexes. At the moment I chose to activate my frontal pair.
"My foremost sexual organs are situated between my forelegs. They are designed to mimic those of my mistress' species, my maleness being somewhat thin compared to others, covered in tiny spines that... oooh..." I moan as she takes my cock, such a wonderful non-technical term, into her mouth. I have a great deal of data on oral sex, and sex in general, but none of the dry information can prepare me for the actual feel of it.
Heavenly, the wet warmth engulfing me. I can't help but move my hands forward, placing them on the sides of her head, rubbing the base of her ears. I know that such a motion is pleasurable in most felinoids. I please her in return for pleasing me. I also know that she will also be pleased by my continuing to describe myself as she sucks me off. Mmm, another wonderful term that I like.
I'm beginning to think a little more organically now, rather then the raw logic and data contained in the cybernetic portion of my brain. "That aid in ovulation in females in heat. I... ooh Mistress!" I gasp as she slides two fingers into my dripping wet cunt. A shiver runs through my body at the very thought of that word, so deliciously shameful and naughty. I'm such a bad kitty for even thinking it.
I'm beginning to pant, since I don't actually need to breath hard at the moment it's merely a simulation process. It mimics the expected reaction in most furres so that they can interact with me easier. I cry out as my mistress begins to interact with her entire fist, not just her fingers.
"M-m-my f-front most sex is capable of accepting objects of at l-least f-fourteen inches in diameter without trigger any p-pain signals." I don't have a skeleton, not exactly. Most of the supporting pieces of my body are made up of a dual state substance that is normally the consistency of cartilage, but hardens when given a sudden force, and softens when exposed to a slow gradual force, like one of mother's egg pods being slowly pushed into me. My tigerish womb can hold three of those, the fourteen inch pods.
"I... I'm capable of p-producing both male and female gametes in... mmm... p-purebred version of my three component species, hybrids of the two, or... oooh... all three in humanoid, tauric, quadrupedal, naga, and wyvernoid forms, with or without wings. I... please Mistress, slower." I beg, I don't want to climax to quickly. I want to savor my first sexual experience. I'm only ten minutes old and already I've being fucked. I love my life.
With my meat in her mouth she can only nod, slackening her pace slightly to make up for her lover's inexperience. "Th-thank you." I moan, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"Th-that feature makes me able to produce offspring with mammalian, reptilian, avian, and mythalien based creatures." Mythalien being creatures that were genetically engineered by an alien 'seeder' race long, long ago. Those that don't really make any biological sense compared to most. Dragons, gryphons, chimerae, and that sort. Though all are technically compatible and can produce viable offspring, theoretically, it proves somewhat difficult outside one's own species, much less with another class.
"A.. as a result I am capable of serving as a mass production breeder for any one of s-several planets." As strange as it may sound, some societies equated number of offspring with social statues, and thus someone like me, who is capable of mothering anywhere from one to four dozen (depending on the species) at a time would be an invaluable asset. My exotic look and my ability to create a variety in the species of my children would similarly be looked upon with favor. Though it's something that I might enjoy doing one day, at present I would much rather stay with my mother, she's such a wonderful cocksucker.
Oooh, another delicious, naughty shiver. Mother pulls back, letting my prick escape her lips for a moment. "Cum for me," she says softly. "Cum for your mother, Anya." she tells me.
Immediately I'm overcome, the sudden pleasurable pressure inside my body swells to a needful intensity, exploding with a wonderful ripeness that makes me howl. I can do nothing except buck my hips slightly as I experience twin climaxes, from my cock and cunt. Mmm... orgasmic shiver.
I open my eyes, looking down to see my mother's beautiful silver and black furred face covered in my whiteness. She slides her hand from me, a sticky popping sound indicating my reluctance to let her go. I wasn't aware that I could orgasm on command. It's noted in my programming that several of my features aren't included in my knowledge, so that I'm delightfully surprised by them.
I rather like this surprise. I also rather like the taste of my own juices as I lick my mother's fur clean. My tongue is long and black, feline roughness on a forked, thick draconic shape. I can extend it up to two feet outside my mouth, which is a trait that I know those aboard the station will soon come to love. I make full use of all twenty four inches in cleaning my mistress.
She shrugs out of her labcoat, intent on trying other aspects of her creation. I smile as she alters the shape of her nanosuit, exposing her sweet pink netherlips to the air. I roll onto my back, knowing she wants to ride my big draconic dick. Mmm... what wonderful words to describe such beautiful aspects of anatomy. I begin to call to mind the knowledge of my second and largest sexes.
She begins to caress me, purring happily as I begin to grow hard once again. "My second set of sexes is designed for size, my cock being large in both length and circumference. My draconic sex is capable of serpentine feats of stretching, allowing me to take almost any male, as well as to engage in other fetishes. For purposes of reproduction, I'm able to successfully carry to term and birth an offspring of my own size and mass, though for the last week of the two month long pregnancy I'll be unable to use my legs for locomotion." I say, knowing that my mother is interested in exploring the 'other fetish' category.
As I become fully aroused, my mistress begins to caress herself with my cock's head. I purr happily, she made this part of me the most sensitive. As she rubs the point against her sex she reaches down to gently rub the lower part of the spade-like arrowhead shape common to most dragon cocks. She rubs the places between the main flesh and each side point, drawing a pleasured moan from me.
"M-my draconic shaft is designed m-much like that of a f-feline's, the points making it d-difficult for a mate to pull away, and designed to induce ovulation. Th-the size has b-been increased to allow me to p-properly mate quadrupedal creatures somewhat bigger then myself, as well as fulfill the fantasies of several Damocles scientists. My s-semen production has been massively increased as well, again for sexual fulfillment purposes." I say, a large jet of pre soaking my mistress' belly and my own. That had been increased as well.
"Oooh! Glad to see that's functional!" my mistress purrs, gasping as she lowers herself onto me. I reach down with my forepaws, which have been designed to also function as hands, though not with the dexterity of my handpaws. I have a wider range of movement then a true quadruped would have, able to caress my mother's breasts. I know she loves the sensation, I've been programmed with the likes and dislikes of all six researchers aboard Damocles. But it still makes me smile to hear my mother's happy moans as I pleasure her.
Though psychic abilities are for the most part a mystery to my mother's people, I've been gifted with the most powerful sense of empathy they know how to engineer. I can feel my mother's pleasure, and it amplifies my own. It's another loyalty failsafe. Any attempt to lash out at my mistress would result in feeling far more pain then I caused. I love her attention to detail, even though I know that I would never do such a terrible thing as attempt to harm her. One of the other scientists though, is open season. Within limits. She likes it rough, whips, chains, biting, bondage. I can't wait to be introduced to them all.
"Mistress, do you... mmmm... want me to continue to the arrangement of sexes on my tail, or shall I talk about other things?" I ask as she plays with the puddle of goo I've made on her belly. She runs her fingers through it, bringing them to her mouth, licking off the sticky sweetness.
She chuckles, her amusement sending a pleasant thrill through my body. "No sweetie, I want you to describe them when I get to them. Talk about your other sexual adaptations." she commands. I don't find it at all strange that she's getting off on this. I also see that there is a scientific need to it, making sure that my data stores on myself are functional and uncorrupted. I don't mind at all, I love talking about myself. I know that I'm a wonderful, beautiful creature. It's a thought that wasn't programmed, and is one of my own. I know the pride I feel from my mother when she looks at me confirms my belief. I'm a dream come true for the scientific team here, and that makes me feel happy.
"At present I have one of my mammary node pairs active to simulate a typical female configuration. I have an additional three node pairs on my humanoid torso, as well as four currently inactive node pairs on my underbelly. Given the proper nutrients, I can increase my bust size by approximately 66 percent to achieve my maximum volume, or to activate any of the other node pairs." I say, trying my best to stifle my pleasured moans so that the data is repeated properly.
I love my breasts. By this time tomorrow my basketball sized tits could be more like a pair of beach balls, and I could have sixteen of them. Due to the huge variety of mammalian creatures, I've been designed like this to mimic nearly any configuration and size to match the desires of any prospective owner. Though I know that as a prototype I'll never actually be put on the market. Untested as I am, though I eagerly look forward to the tests ahead, making my creator even more proud of me.
Having cleaned herself off suitably, my mother begins to pay attention to the cock inside her once again. My files on her indicate that she's the most sexually active member of the crew, and that she knows many techniques. The muscles of her tight tunnel are strong and well trained. She's very tight and she begins to milk me wonderfully. The two of us moan in unison for a moment as I coat her insides with a warm blast of precum. She loves the feeling, and I love that she loves the feeling. I can only imagine what it feels like to bring her to climax as I experience one also. I can't think of anything that could be more lovely.
"My physique is also highly malleable, though a reduction in muscle mass, or a shift in appearance via my nanites can occur within the span of several hours, bulking up or taking on a primarily male appearing configuration could take up to several days." I don't expect to ever have to use my any of my alternate settings. Those aboard the station all prefer my current style, it's comparable to a female athlete. I'm well toned, solid muscle. But I'm not disgustingly muscled like the bodybuilders that I have data on on my files. Ick.
I can also be lean and lithe, or varying degrees of fat. Technically I can't be overweight, as my metabolism works very efficiently. My cosmetic appearance is maintained by the nanotechnology instructed by the cybernetic portion of my brain.
"I am also to make cosmetic changes to my features so that while genetically a mix of feline, dragon, and serpent, I can appear as nearly any species. All of my visible aspects are customizable. With the proper elements to consume, I can color myself any way that my owner finds pleasing. I can also alter my outer covering to be fur, scales, feathers, skin, or any combination thereof." Another feature I don't expect to use for anything more then testing. My current shape and coloration were created and agreed upon by all those who I am to serve.
"I'm... mmm... capable of swallowing anything up to my own size and have been equipped with an internal pouch that can serve as an egg incubation chamber, as well as... ooooh... holding and sustaining a creature. I'm also capable of swallowing someone and keeping them asleep indefinitely, taking care of their dietary and excretory needs via specialized tentacles." Hehehe, vore and tentacle sex, more fun fetishes that I've been design to be able to fulfill.
My mother moans loudly, arching her back. She designed my egg pouch primarily for herself. The other aspects were ideas the other had to capitalize on the usefulness of such a space. "I'm going to be testing that out when we go to bed tonight, Anya." she says happily, "Are you going to be a nice, comfy bed for Mommy?" she teases.
"I hope so Mistress, but if you desire I'll extrude my tentacles and make it unpleasantly lumpy for you." I tease back. She's gifted me with a wonderful sense of humor. I love her so much.
"Continue, pet, talk about your upper tail next." she says, reaching down to caress my balls, eagerly awaiting the seed contained inside.
"My tailhole has been altered to act much as a reptilian cloaca, providing me with an additional female sex. The upper portion of my tail, as my respiratory and digestive systems are contained in my draconic body and the space is not need, has been altered to serve as an additional womb. Anal sex with me is clean and sanitary. Whereas my frontmost womb is designed for normalcy, and my middle for size, the two contained in my tail are made for speed. I lay eggs. They grow at an accelerated rate, ready to be birth at two weeks instead of two months. They take an additional two weeks to grow inside the egg before they're ready to be born. As a result I can be mated constantly and provide a steady stream of smaller, but quickly growing, offspring."
My children are also alterable inside of me. I can set their rate of development to be like my own, using my nanites to make them able to learn at an accelerated rate like myself. They can be functional adults within six months. I can also have them mimic the life cycles of any of my components, or the fathering creature. I can hardly wait to take my part in the creation of the other creatures my mistresses have in mind.
"Oooh, ooh Anya, I think I'm gonna... gonna cum long before I get to your tail." my mother moans. "Bring it up here, I want to play with it."
I nod and curl my long tail up to where she can reach my rearmost genitals. "Like a serpent I have a hemipenis, twin members side by side originating from the same opening and joined at the base. They're extremely flexible and mobile, almost prehensile. My testes are concealed inside to keep with the visualization of a serpent, as well as serving to make my genital slit almost unnoticeable, so I don't have to cover up my tail in polite company. I... AAAAAH!"
Her tongue on one of my tailcocks, the other being jerked off in her handpaws, coupled with the feeling of my massive dragoncock inside of her is overwhelming. I'm a one girl orgy centerpiece just waiting to happen. Oh gods... being pleasured by all six of my mistresses, all of us cumming as one. Oh I want it so bad!
"Oh yes Anya! You're so perfect!" my mistress moans. I know she wants something more, so curl my tail up, my pucker on level with her crotch. I must confess, I know I'm not being syntactically correct by referring to my mother as 'she' and 'her' rather then 'shi' and 'hir' as should be befitting a hermaphrodite, but my mother's culture lacks true males, so they consider themselves to be entirely female. Even if they do have dicks.
Her nanosuit alters once more according to her will, allowing her maleness to slide free, slide into my tailhole. Unlike myself, my mistress' sexes climax as one. Even though she prefers being mated as a female, she doesn't want to get her fur all messy. Though I'm perfectly willing to lick her clean, she wants the increased pleasure that comes from mating as both male and female at the same time.
The sensations have us both breathless, unable to speak. Though with a snakecock halfway down her throat, mother wouldn't be up much for conversation anyway. I feel the sensation of orgasm building within me. Slowly climbing up the mountain of pleasure. Each lick, each stroke, each caress, each thrust pushing me higher and higher up towards wonderful release.
I can feel the same sensation in my mother, she has been stewing in her own desire for the past several hours. The sight of my beautiful body arousing her as the nanites finished the connection between my electronic and organic brains. she's been wet and hard and aching for so long, denying herself the pleasure, waiting so long for this moment.
The release of her delayed pleasure is incredible. Her twin orgasm melds with my own climaxes. Every muscle in my body tenses for a microsecond, the natural result of orgasm in my body before my cybernetic aspect takes control of motor functions. I am unable to be debilitated by a simple stimulatory climax. A commanded orgasm on the other hand, drives me to my knees. Or it would if my legs bent that way.
My mother eagerly slurps down my seed, my second snake-cock covering her breasts with wonderful whiteness. Jet after jet of my nearly scaldingly hot dragoncum fills her womb. She's soon full, and it begins to leak from her, covering the both of us with the result of our lovemaking. My cloaca clenches tightly around her cock, milking her as expertly as she has milked me, my reptilian tunnel hungrily devouring her seed.
For a moment I'm disappointed. The amount she gives is so small in comparison to mine. But I banish that thought quickly. I was made to produce an amount of seed to fulfill the desires of sentient beings rather then a naturally evolved reproductive method.
We lie there for a few minutes, my mother and I, content to simply snuggle, basking in the wonder of the intense experience we've just shared. I slowly move my tail away, no words pass between us, none are needed. We begin cleaning one another off. She licks her juices and my seed from my draconic cock, I clear the massive amount of cum and pre from her furry belly, thighs, and tail. My skilled tongue brings her several smaller climaxes, while she doesn't bring me any as I've turned my pleasure centers down for the purpose of cleaning, her moans and the secondhand flow of orgasm over me is more then enough of a reward.
I use my tail to help her to her feet, and then stand on my own. She climbs onto my back, wrapping her arms around my torso. The positioning of my wing muscles makes for a natural cushion. She snuggles into my backfur, "Gods, Anya, you're amazing." she whispers, our mating having taken a lot out of her.
"I'm only as amazing as you created me to be mother." I say happily, extending one of my wings up to scratch behind her ear with the bat-like thumb.
"Let's show you off to the other girls quickly. I think I need a nap, and need to test out that wonderful pouch of yours." my mother says, caressing one of my breasts.
"Of course, mother." I say, purring happily.
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Text: "Ooooh...wh-what do you think doctor? Am I...ooof...am I going to make it?" Giorgina bit her lip as she struggled with the source of her troubles. Normally a wide hipped gal, the large Italian woman had indulged a bit too heavily at the new bistro that had opened down the street. Her hips usually the widest part of her, their position had been usurped by a very round and unnervingly red mass tucked tightly beneath her hefty olive bosom. Her long, manicured nails gingerly grazed the surface of her poor belly, wanting to rub the aching flesh but too scared to touch it. She was so packed that she felt she couldn't take a deep breath without coating the walls with several courses of Manicotti, Fettuccine, and Ravioli. Feeling sicker and sicker by the moment, as her body lurched and groaned she was getting worried that might be the end of her regardless. Luckily, there was a specialist nearby. The lithe woman in the lab coat looked down at the chart for a moment longer before she seemed to hear the poor woman. Looking up, she smiled sweetly. "Oh I'm sorry. I'm not the doctor. She'll be in in just a moment. I'm just here to make sure you're not already past the point of no return. Luckily I think you'll hold long enough for the doctor to make a diagnosis" Giorgina could feel a cold sweat drip down her neck as the nurse left. The 2 1/2 minutes she had been waiting for the doctor to arrive, she could feel herself getting more and more out of sorts. The mountain of pasta inside of her was bubbling angrily in complaint of its constricting accommodations. She watched the door to the back offices expectantly, praying someone would come through in time to save her poor belly. She was starting to look around for a napkin to write down an ad hoc last will and testament when the door to the lobby on the opposite wall was flung open instead. "Hey!" Giorgina cried out almost instinctively as she saw a woman with a chubby face, dyed red hair, and a massive belly enter the room. "This is my appointment! I...oooh...I'm waiting for the doctor! Get out of here!" She couldn't believe it, this 'special' doctor she was waiting to see had sent another patient in on her!?! While she was shocked to see the woman who had barged in was inconceivably larger than she was, the strangers bare gut didn't nearly look as strained as her own. "Relax hun. I'm a colleague of the good doctors. As you can see she's helped me to make my belly the bloated jewel that it is!" The woman said with a smirk. She moved into the room with a grace that looked unnatural for someone of her girth. Pulling out a brown glass bottle, she hand it to Giorgina and gave her a calming wink. "W-what are these?" Giorgina asked nervously. "Just some pills that will help calm your belly down. All that acidic sauce is what's causing the belly ache. You could honestly fit a few more courses in there if you stuck with foods that weren't so harsh on the digestive track." Giorgina's eyes widened as she looked at the cure in her hand. Her belly feeling ready to split, she pawed the top of the bottle off with her chubby hand before getting ready to toss back a mouthful of the little white pills. The mystery woman stopped her hand from tossing them back half way up though. "Not yet hun. I need you to head into the lobby before you take any medications. Company policy you understand. Giorgina gave a soft whimper. She needed relief yesterday. She was so stuffed up her chest even hurt! Slowly she nodded before easing her bulk off the examining table. "Ok. Tell the d-doctor I...oooh...I said thanks..." She groaned. Waddling out the door to the lobby. Just as the door to the lobby shut, the door to the back offices opened. What could be mistaken for a parade float in a lab coat coming into the room, the good doctor was looking down at a chart that rested atop her own impressive belly. Her face was thin, framed with dark black hair that contrasted Jessica's fiery dye job. "Ok, Giorgina. My nurse tells me you're in quite the bind. Luckily I have some salves we can rub on you to keep you in one pie..." Looking up from the chart, Dr. Victoria's face paled a few shades. "Jessica?! What are you doing here? Where's my patient?" On cue, the sound of an empty glass bottle clinking against the floor followed by muffled moaning could be heard from behind the door to the lobby. Victoria gasped as she realized what her old "friend" had done. "Oooooh...oh god...someone...help meeeee...AAAAIIIIIEEE~" Victoria winced at what sounded like a leather water pouch bursting open after trying to drain a waterfall. Followed by a series of meaty thuds against the other side of the door, the room was suddenly filled with a warm aroma of pasta. Victoria glared at her old roommate turned nemesis. "What did you do?!" "I had to find room onto your busy schedule somehow." Jessica chuckled before setting herself onto the examination table. "Now we have plenty of time." Victoria shook her head as Jessica grinned at her. She wanted to lunge at the fat bitch for what she had done to her patient, not to mention to her lobby. "Then call me next time! Don't cause one of my patients to burst in my lobby! Do you know how long it's going to take to get all that sauce out of the carpets? What the hell did you give that woman anyways!?!" She demanded furiously. Jessica didn't seem fazed at all as Victoria scolded her. If anything, Jessica's smile broadened. "Ironically enough, just some antacids. Sounds to me like she tried to swallow the whole bottle at once." Jessica then did something that made Victoria's face redden. Scoffing, she leaned backed and lifted her shirt, revealing her own massive pot belly and giving it a pat. "Heh, amateur..." Victoria felt disgusted, but also a little bit envious. Had Jessica finally caught up to her in size? As she eyed Jessica's larger girth, following the red nails dancing across the swollen surface, she started to wander off... The two had met when they studied pre-med together at the same college. Both of them curvy young women with larger than average middles, a few large drinks and a few larger meals between them had revealed that neither of them wanted to pursue medicine for the conventional reasons. They had actually seen each other before online, though under different names. Victoria and Jessica frequented the same weight gain forums and chat rooms under the respective avatars of Feedee_Queen and Goldenbelly420. Each wanting to push their bellies larger than any other online glutton before them (and enjoy all of the admiration and economic tributes that would follow), they went into medicine to find new ways to obtain sizes that others had only ever dreamed about. However, as time went on their friendship was overshadowed by their competing goals. Threads online cropped up comparing the two, debating who the "Queen" was between them. At first they tried to laugh it off, but soon it led to a bitter rivalry that ended with Victoria having to go the ER one night and Jessica getting expelled for stealing chemicals from the lab. Having tried to win the crown by doing in Victoria like she had most recently done in the late Giorgina, ironically it had given Victoria's belly the stretch it needed to give her the undisputed belly Queen crown. The downside was that now Victoria's belly was marred in deep, angry stretchmarks from when she had almost popped like a balloon. While Jessica now at least had the crown for largest unmarred belly, it wasn't enough for the driven size queen. Victoria graduated and opened her own practice in an area known for having the most all you can eat buffets and restaurants with massive portions than anywhere else in the country. Using her talents for keeping ready to pop bellies in one piece, she enjoyed success as well as not having to constantly fight to keep her crown as the biggest. As the two old rivals sized each other up, it was clear that that was no longer the case. "So Jess, other than trying to ruin my practice, what brings you here?" Victoria asked, crossing her arms over her bust while pushing out her belly. The lab coat parting as Victoria huffed it out to its full glory, her maternity shirt beneath creeped high enough over the swollen expanse of flesh to reveal a red gemstone dangling from her navel. Jessica rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You have women pop around here all the time. Just say poor Giorgina had pushed herself too far on her own and no one will be the wiser!" Standing up, she jutted her own belly out till it firmly bumped into Victoria's. A black thong creeping up Jessica's wide hips, the thin string bites into her plump flanks as she wiggles her belly back and forth against Victoria's. "I'm mostly here to show you that I discovered a new technique. I can't believe we never thought of trying it sooner, but as you can see..." She gives her belly a pat, making it jiggle against Victoria's navel ring. "..it works very well!" Victoria grunted a bit as Jessica's rubbing tugged at her navel ring. While the jewel might have been pulled out from a lesser tummy, years of rubbing specially crafted oils into her gut meant it was much too strong for that. "So you're saying after all this time you've just finally caught up to me? Big deal. Don't you know that if you want to beat the champ..." She takes in a deep breath, pushing her belly out far enough to make it ache slightly "...you have to 'knock out' the champ. There's no trophy for tying me." While Victoria had hoped she would discourage Jessica with her display, she felt nervous as that annoying smirk didn't go down in the slightest. "Oh don't worry hun. By the time I'm done today they won't even remember you." Pulling out another pill bottle, this one however was clear and filled with odd silvery pills. Before Victoria could ask, Jessica eased the top off and quickly swallowed a pill. Taking a step back away from Victoria, she grinned down expectantly at herself as she rubbed the largest bulge under her shirt. Unable to pursue medicine after getting caught, Jessica had used her cunning and willingness to ruthlessly make her way to the top in business. Rising in the field of pharmaceuticals, she had used her new influence to redirect her companies RandD department into pursuing her own goals. Under the guise of helping pregnant women more safely carry triplets and quadruplets, she finally had something to show for it. "It's amazing what scientists can come up with sometimes. You give them a problem and a bit of financial motivation, and the nerds will come up with the most innovative solutions. In fact, it seems almost silly you didn't think of this first!" Soon an odd, muffled hissing could be heard from insides Jessica's prized dome. As if someone was inflating a balloon inside of her belly, soon her gut began to puff out to complete the illusion. Straining the front of her button up collared business shirt, soon slivers of pink flesh peeked out where the button began to gap. Her belly steadily growing in circumference, a button pinged off the front to reveal a larger diamond of perfectly smooth flesh. Another firing off like a bullet across the room, Jessica's deep navel was suddenly exposed for Victoria to peek into. The black gemstone she had gotten to go with her former best friend's shined out from the hole in the front of her shirt as Jessica stroked the sides, cooing as she bloated even bigger. Three more buttons pelting off in rapid succession, like rockets blasting off into the heavens as the planet below swelled outward! Victoria's eyes widened as she was forced to take a step to the side to avoid getting pelted with flying buttons and soon Jessica's ripening tummy! "How did you? What are those?" She asked incredulously. Jessica just smiled, shaking the pill bottle back and forth in front of her. "These little things? Something special the boys in the lab cooked up for their boss. Basically it's compressed oxygen in a handy capsule that coats the inside of the patients belly with a spray to help them retain elasticity. These let me swell up like a literal balloon while keeping my belly mark free!" She wobbled her swollen belly back and forth, her smirk widening as she watched Victoria's face sink. "And since I own the patent, I'll make sure no one else ever gets access to them! In short, I've won!" Jessica tosses back another pill as she laughs, rubbing her belly as it almost effortlessly swelled outward another several inches! Realizing she may have to accept defeat, Victoria turns and starts to walk out with her head and belly held high. Spying an oxygen tank in the corner though, she gets an idea. Still gloating, Jessica reaches as far down her gut as she can, barely wrapping her arms two thirds the way around herself. "Ah Vicky. You had a good run. I'm sure people who have a thing for stretchmarks will still admire your pics. The rest though have a new Queen to worship! And to feed! And to...to..." Jessica looked across the room to see Victoria pouring lotions into the hose of an oxygen tank. "Ummm...what are you doing?" Jessica asks as Victoria gives the tank a good shake back and forth. Now the one with the smirk, Victoria suddenly pulls her white pants off to reveal long, thick thighs and a very red thong. Wetting the end of the nozzle with her mouth, she reaches behind herself and moves her thong to the side. "Well, you said you patented the capsule delivery method. You didn't patent other ways of pumping oxygen mixed with lotions directly into a belly." She winces a bit as she shamelessly slides the nozzle between her large ass cheeks and into her tight anus. Twisting the valve on the tank, she watches as her belly starts to slowly swell. "The way I see it, now we get to see who can be the biggest with this new method of yours..." Jessica's jaw dropped as she watched her rival start to swell up, inching outward to match her own prodigious new size. "What?! This is bullshit!!" Fuming, she quickly pops two pills out of the bottle straight down her throat. "Fine! If that's how you want to play this!" The swollen redhead arches her back, making the last few buttons snap off and letting her shirt fall to the floor. Trying to reach down to undo the button of her pants, her swollen belly pushes her arms just out of reach as the hissing within her picks up again. Soon with a sharp PING the button flies off, letting her wiggle her ass till the garment falls to the floor. Victoria removing her own shirt and lab coat, both women stand glaring at each other on opposite ends of the room. Inflating in just their bra and panties, among the constant hissing the sound of threads popping and fraying fills the air as the garments dig into their expanding flesh. Victoria's belly swelling steadily from the hose lodged deep in her ass, whenever her stretch mark covered belly gets close to Jessica's in size the blimp of a woman quickly swallows a few more pills, making her gut bulge out quickly ahead in the race. "It's not going to matter though Vicky! Even with your new trick! My pills will let me swell just as big as you can! It's all going to come down to which belly is the most beautiful!" She coos, setting her gut atop the cold examining table to help support it. Now jutting out the size of a weather balloon, it pressed her bulbous breasts up into her chin. Placing her hands on top of her orbs, she presses down to try to see when a slight groan makes her reconsider. "Ooof...Last I checked, stretchmarks weren't too popular amongst the boys. Don't worry though. I'm sure there's some niche fetish out there into that!" Jessica teases. Victoria didn't let it get to her though, feeling her striped belly balloon steadily bigger and bigger beneath her breasts. Pushing her breasts up to her own chin, she could feel the oils helping her belly to keep up with the stretching. Her medical training told her though that it would only help them go so far though. "The oils won't help you grow forever stupid. And we both know my belly can take more than yours after your little stunt. I should thank you really, though I think I'll just show you up first. It's always has...mmf...and always will be about who...can be...the biggest!" Jessica glared before downing four of the pills at once. Her belly blossoming out in all directions. Swelling forward and to the sides, it even caused her back to puff up around either side of her spine. A growing tightness building, her belly was starting to fight to find flesh to cover her growing size. As the surge in growth settled, she felt it start to ache a bit towards the end. The fat bitch was right. Pills would only push her so far. And as Victoria's stretchmark covered gut climbed closer and closer to her own belly, she could see that it was going to come down to who gave up first. "Just because you held together that time in college doesn't mean you will now. I'll...I'll swell till you're on the floor! Begging your...b-belly not to blow!" Jessica glared, before turning the nozzle on the tank up higher "We'll see about that." she growled, gritting her teeth as her stomach swelled faster. Victoria, seeing what Jessica had done, gave up all reason and tossed back the rest of the pills. Both of their guts swelling out of control, the doctor's office was getting more and more crowded as the two rivals blimped up and out. Groans starting to come from both of their massive guts, Victoria could barely see Jessica's face over her breasts and vice versa. Spying a glance at her rival in a mirror, she grinned as faint red stripes started appearing up her redheaded rival's rounded flanks. "Ha! Looks like I'm no longer the only one with stretchmarks Jessica. How's it feel having an imperfect belly?" Jessica's eyes widened as she looked at the mirror next to them. Seeing faint red lines spider webbing out from the growing stripes up her swollen surface. "Nooo! My belly! My perfect, beautiful belly!" She winced as another twinge of pressure pinched at her flank, the turgid flesh gaining an unhappy pink flush. "Grrr...as long as I beat your fat ass it'll be worth it! I will...be...bigger!" Jessica balled her fists, letting the pills push her belly larger and larger. The skin starting to gain a faint sheen as their bellies blew up like balloons, the air started displacing to other places as they swelled. Their arms thickening up, it was getting hard for them to rub themselves as they grew. Kicking off their shoes, their swollen sausage toes dug at the carpet as their bare feet struggled to keep them balanced atop their now barrel thick thighs. Both of their bellies achingly full, occasionally their pneumatic tums would bump and cause each women to take an awkward step back. Ass cheeks swollen with air, soon they were brushing the wall behind them. Then they were bulging and squeaking into it! Running out of room to inflate, soon the two blimps began to squirm, pressing against the walls and each other. While distressing on its own, Victoria's eyes widened as she felt a more pressing issue start to scratch at the front of her overinflated belly. "Ohhh...Jessica! Your navel ring! It's...stop wiggling damn it!" Victoria cried out, trying to reach over to the corner to turn the pump off. They could continue this somewhere less constricting at a later date, but something about the sharp jewel scratching at the front of her belly was making her nervous. The pills still fueling Jessica's own growth, she pounded her fists against the wall behind her. "Fuck! You stop Victoria!! You're cheating aren't you! Trying to jab my belly with that stupid piercing and make me pop! Well I'll get you first!" She cries out, wiggling her belly harder. The jewels sandwiched between the straining women, they scratched red lines across the expanse of flesh as they danced around each other. A wrong shove by Jessica however, and the gemstones suddenly clinked against each other, snagging. "Jess! Jessica! I think...we're stuck!" Victoria cried, tears filling her eyes as she felt her stretchmarks start to tear dangerously deep. Jessica could feel the sharp pain as her navel ring hooked on Victoria's too, but she was feeling so over packed that she had to get the pressure off the widest part of her poor gut. "Grrr...then we'll...see whose...belly is...tougher! Goodbye...bitch!" She cried out before giving a hard jerk of her body. Both women only had a fraction of a second to realize the mistake as they gasped. A loud tear heard between their sandwiched flesh, they tried to keep their bellies pushed tightly against each other to prevent what would happen next. The momentum of all that overstuffed flesh however had different idea. Their eyes screwed shut, the overinflated pair let out a piercing scream as they felt their bellies finally give in~ "AAAIIIIIEEEE~" The cleaning crew scrubbing the lobby, the nurse watched from a camera in the examining room next door. The audio picking up both women's last screams, the lens suddenly was blacked out as the building shuddered. A loud, wet explosion coming from the next room over, the nurse smiled before pulling out a disk of the security footage. "Was only a matter of time before those two did each other in. The forums are going to love me when I show them this."
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don, do ya?"
"No. No I don't."
"None you're still hung up on?"
"No."
The back of my neck crawls as his fingers curl upwards into my hairline.
"And another thing."
"What?"
"When do ya ever take this down?"
He tweaks my knot of hair.
"Not messy enough for you?" I tease him, but I'm already reaching up to pull out the elastic.
"No, let me."
I stop, surprised at how rough his voice sounds. And let him unwind my hair with his gentle fingers, appreciating the care he's taking not to pull at the tangles. He moves me, twisting me until my back is turned to him as he teases my hair down over my shoulders, fingertips catching, sometimes lingering, against my skin.
"You've done this before."
"Three sisters."
"Hair like yours?"
"Yep."
"I imagine they brush it more than you do, then, to try to tame it?"
"Probably."
My skin cools where he's lifting up my hair, his kiss hot on my neck. I jolt forwards, a giggle escaping my lips, and stretch, offering him more of me.
"I've been thinking about this all afternoon," he whispers, his breath the lightest tickle.
I lean back into him, relaxing into his touch as he moves his mouth under my ear, down to my shoulders and back again. It's setting me alight, my skin already sensitised by too much sun and wind. I squeeze my toes tight and drop my head forward, overtaken by the feel of his mouth caressing me.
"You ok, Marie?"
I breathe in sharply, aware I might have have been making sounds I thought were only happening inside my head. I begin to nod but instead twist to meet him, wanting his mouth, the rush so intense it makes me lightheaded. Each touch, each kiss, intensifies the feeling of lifting upwards, high into the deep blue sky. His hands, firm on my shoulders, pull me closer until I'm hard up against his chest. The contact is a relief yet not enough.
He pulls back, releasing my mouth, eyes shiny. We yank at the blanket between us, redundant now, until it's in a heap on the floor.
His stubble rasps under my touch.
"Come here, Marie. Closer," as he coaxes me onto his lap, resting his hands around my waist.
He tastes earthy. With a touch of salt. A hint of washing detergent from his clothes.
"You smell good."
His chest moves as he laughs.
"You're the first girl who's ever said that to me."
I kiss his neck again.
"Well, you do."
"Hmm."
He shifts underneath me and I slip forwards, clumsy. He's hard.
"Sorry," I apologise, seeing him wince.
He shifts around some more and I lift my hips, feeling awkward. I sit back down but the wonderful feeling has gone.
"It's ok," he tries to reassure me.
It's no use. I've lost my nerve. He's running his hands over my back but it only makes me stiffen up more.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," I lie.
"Marie?"
"Nothing. Really."
"I'm not stupid. What's wrong? Tell me."
I look at him, wishing it was that easy.
Hurt fills his eyes.
"You're nervous of me."
I can't stand to look at him and know I'm ruining it all. As per. I lurch away, stumbling to find my feet and stand up.
"No, wait. Don't go."
He snags my hand.
"I'm sorry, Noah," I can barely get it out, "but I'm shit at this."
"What?" His brow creases as his fingers grip mine. "Shit at what? I thought you were into it... What do you mean, 'shit'?"
I look down at him, fidgeting my trembling legs.
"This. Shit at this."
"Says who?"
"My ex, for one."
He blinks, sits up straighter.
"He said so when I broke up with him."
"Well he sounds a right cunt."
I grunt, caught out by his vehement tone.
"Right? Marie? I mean, that's a fucking shitty thing to say to anyone."
"But I think he was right." I chew at my mouth, knowing now there's no way back from here.
That it's going to be over. He still looks so hurt. My guts churn with embarrassment. And grief over what could have been. It yawns in front me; another pathetic failure.
"Sit down. Please, Marie?"
His thumb presses the top of my hand.
"Unless ya wanna go. I mean, I want you to stay but it's not a hostage situation going on here. You can leave whenever you want, right. But stay, will ya?"
I drop back down onto the sofa, confused.
"Sorry, Noah. I'm sorry."
"Ok, stop. Stop apologising."
I press my lips together, my mind stinging cold with panic, blood and shame rushing in my ears.
It's a few minutes before either of us says anything.
"Do you wanna tell me, or shall I take you home?" He pauses. "I really like you, Marie, ya know? I was enjoying myself and I thought you were too. I want to see you again so I'd like it if ya stayed and talked."
I try to listen, recognising the effort it must be taking him to say these things.
"It's hard to talk about it, Noah," I eventually manage to say, miserable.
He rubs his hand over mine. Giving me some encouragement, I think. I decide to take courage from it.
"The thing is..." I glare at the crumpled blanket on the floor, "the thing is I enjoy it to a certain point but then it -- but then I just don't seem to be as into it as I should be. I get distracted. Nervous, or something."
I suck at my lip, determined not to be any more pathetic than I already have been by crying as well.
"Did I do something wrong? Something you didn't like? Marie?"
I shake my head miserably. "No."
"No? Then what happened?"
"I just thought maybe -- that, umm, that when I slipped and --"
"Oh, that." His face lightens. "That was nothing."
I realise I'm humming under my breath and stop.
His touch is more tentative, but he coaxes me into sitting back, his arm over my shoulders, hugging me gently to his side. I try to relax. Or at least to stop feeling incurably foolish.
"How would you like to come with me to Byron Bay one day next week? I need to go down there to pick up a few things from a mate. See if Lisa can't give you a day off."
My chest opens up as though he's forced the air into it.
"Really?"
"I meant it, Marie. I like ya. If this is our first bump in the road, so be it, right?"
I stare at him. I've been conditioned more than I thought to expect cruelty, moody silences and door slamming.
"Yes. I'd love to do that."
We buy Japanese again for dinner on the way back from Byron Bay. He's driving a mate's ute -- what I used to call a truck -- with the windows wound all the way down, air gusting around us as we swing into the car park behind the Surf Club. Cassie bounds up to the doors, Nick watching from the steps, and Noah shoos her away before I'll get out, clutching the food to my chest.
This time I'm the one serving it into bowls while he washes up in the bathroom.
"I'm bloody starving," he announces not for the first time as he sits at the countertop.
I slide the bowls over to him.
"Eat before you expire."
He grins at me. I can't stop myself from reaching over to push some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, even I'm about to admit I need a haircut."
"It wasn't a criticism, I just wanted to see your eyes."
I flush. He chews, his gaze steady on me. I seek refuge in my own food, studying it intently. His grin merely widens when I look up again.
We eat until we've finished every last morsel, the bowls scraped clean. He sits on the sofa fiddling with his phone while I start rinsing out the dishes.
"Hey, don't do that. Come and sit down. Unless you wanna go back to your own place now?"
I pick up the blanket that's still on the floor and fold it up as I sit down next to him. My phone buzzes. I pull it out of my back pocket. It's Lisa.
Aaand??!! --
I groan to myself. And tap out as short a reply as I think I can reasonably get away with.
Lovely day. Byron Bay is pretty. Hippie-Central! --
Aaand??!! --
Well, I should've known she wasn't asking for my Trip Advisor review.
"What's up?"
I pull a face.
"It's Lisa, nosing around."
"Yeah?"
"She's chief cheerleader as far as reviving my love life is concerned."
"Love life, eh?"
That dangerous glint in his eye. I flush hot again.
He eases the phone out of my hand and sets it down out of reach. His earthy smell fills my senses and he makes a surprised sound as he feels my first kiss on his neck. He lets me take my time, only gradually running his hands down from my shoulders to my waist, gentle touches of his lips to my hair.
As I lean back his eyes are serious. Careful.
"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable than this grimy old couch?"
I stand up, heart thumping. Anticipation, not fear.
He holds my hand, leading me into his bedroom. Which is surprisingly neat. And smells of the same washing detergent as his clothes. Turning me around he picks at the elastic band in my hair, releasing it down my back, smoothing his hands through it. His breath is hot against my ear as he bends down to me.
"Look, I'm only interested in enthusiastic consent, Marie, so stop me if you don't feel right about anything."
I meet his gaze in the mirror in front of us, failing to control the strong kick of desire that skitters down my back.
"Do you trust me to stop if you say so?"
I nod.
"I don't have any condoms, so we're stopping before we reach that point anyway. Is that good with you?"
I nod again, something powerful blooming from under my ribcage. Still watching me in the mirror, he lifts my hair and presses his face into my neck, holding me to his chest. I let myself lean against him, to give myself over to his hold on me. Wanting him to touch me. All over. But his lips trace circles around my neck, ear, cheek. Delicate touches that bring me to place of pleasure I hardly recognise.
"Marie?"
I open my eyes and find his staring back at me in our reflection.
"Ok?"
"Yes. This is lovely."
"Lovely." He repeats the word as if practising it, humour touching the corners of his eyes.
"Mmhmm. Lovely is the perfect word for this feeling."
"Yeah?"
His eyes soften. He presses another sweet kiss into my neck. "I'm doing alright, then?"
"Oh, it's not you. It's me, Noah. All me. I'm the one that's --," I can't bring myself to say the word Alex branded me with. "I'm the one that can't do it right," I stutter.
"That's just fucking bullshit. I think he was the one not doing it right."
I frown, my heart sinking.
"No really, Marie. You were in his hands and he fucked it up. I mean, what did he even try?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean -- did he do this with you?"
He kisses my neck again.
"Umm, mmm -- yes. A bit. But not as -- not like this," I exhale, giving up on trying to find any words.
He tightens his hold around my body, moving into me, pressing himself up against me, eyes flickering as I push back, fitting into his body. He tilts his hips, forcing a shiver down me, head to toe. It feels as if my skin has come alive, nerve endings teeming, twitching, buzzing. With pleasure, not fear. His thumb scratches across my shoulder, catching against my shirt, my bra strap. Just once.
Can I relax enough to imagine that this could be good? Could go even partway to fulfilling my fantasy of what sex could be like? I think about Noah's promise.
As I pull myself back into focus, I realise he's been watching me, his eyes full of questions.
"What's going on, Marie?" he asks softly.
I slip my fingers into my shirt to release it, button by button, his eyes following every fumbling movement. His kisses return. Wetter, heavier than before.
"You're gorgeous," he says, dragging my shirt off to one side, applying his lips to my bared shoulder; then down my arm, chasing the cloth as it falls away.
"So are you."
His eyebrows shoot upwards and he wraps his arms and body around me. He feels really warm. Hot. My belly clenches.
"Marie, I want to fuck you until we're both broken."
I snatch at my breath, shocked and delighted.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you putting your feet in the ocean wearing that smart blue dress of yours. But I'll be as patient as you need."
We pull at each other's clothes until they are heaped on the floor and he's sliding his leg between my thighs, the palm of his hand pressing me onto him. The hairs on his chest are ticklish against my breasts. Tantalising. I fidget my toes over the tiled floor until he urges me to lie down with him in his bed. He pulls the sheet over us, moving us together until we are pressed into each other again, his breath running over me. His tongue fills me, searching me out. The muscles in his back flex as he moves. I trace their outline with my fingers, crook my leg over his, pulling him harder to me, wanting his weight in-between my legs.
Little by little I surrender myself to his touch, pushing my fears to the far edges of my mind, concentrating instead on the buzz of his fingers and tongue on my skin. He's still tracing circles, moving slowly, slowly closer down to my breasts. Agonisingly slowly. It's a beautiful, torturous, journey. I didn't think I had that many places to kiss, but he's finding them, inching one way, then the other. Returning to some places again and again. Just as I think he must be about to finally touch my breasts, he torments me further by planting his mouth just underneath them, his stubble rasping along the tender skin.
"Noah!"
"Uh-huh?"
Green eyes, big black pupils, rise up to meet my gaze, the crease of his smile so provocative my heart stutters. Nearly falls. I suck at the air.
"Too patient for ya?"
The wet warmth of his mouth envelops my breast for one wonderful second. A fleeting salve. Then the green gaze is back.
"Shit, Noah. You're being a bastard now."
He just laughs. Presses his lips to mine, then resumes his slow exploration, grazing his cheeks along my minimal cleavage until I'm burning up with need. When he finally sinks his mouth onto a nipple I twist and writhe, disbelieving the intensity of it, suddenly aware of how wet I am between my legs. I wonder if he can feel it too, through the cotton of our underwear. He rocks into me just then, confirming how slippery I am. I move against him, heated delight slicing into me at the sound of his quiet grunt.
He twists us until he's on his back, positioning me over him, his hardn more obvious like this. I fight the return of my nerves. His hands push me up, raising me onto my hands and knees. I look down. His body is a lovely sight, lying loose and confident under me.
"What do you want?"
I shake my head, unable to voice it. The flutter of his hands is too much. I tilt my hips down towards him.
"Marie?"
I kiss him to stop him asking me things I can't answer. Nearly bite him at the sudden relief of his hand pressing up against me. His quiet laugh fills my mouth.
"How's this feel?" sliding his palm along me, firm and smooth.
Some kind of desperate noise escapes from me as I fight for breath.
"Lovely?" a smile lifting his lips as he teases me with my own words.
I nod, quivering over him; suspended.
He lifts his head, kissing me deeply, curling his fingers into me, making me jerk and moan. I'm helpless as he takes control of me, his fingers slipping against me as if inviting me to some secret place. My hips press and rotate of their own volition, wanting to help him find it. When he at last pulls at my underwear to fit his hand inside it's a violent relief, a wash of pleasure that almost unhinges me.
"Aw Marie," he whispers, tugging me down tight, rolling over, yanking the twist of sheets off us, easing my underwear down my legs.
I pant as he closes in on me, his mouth sweet and hot on my face. And then he leaves me, head down, mouth pressing random, pleasurable places, his shoulders moving with grace and power as he journeys further away from me. Each touch of his mouth, each brush of his hair on my skin makes me flinch, my hips and toes fidgeting in sweet agony.
And then he reaches the place I both feared and hoped was his destination. Another burst of sounds escapes me at the smooth wonder of his tongue on me. He looks up. I'm sure I must look a sight; wide-eyed and tangles of hair over my face. But he smiles.
"You're bloody gorgeous," as he returns to my mouth for a gentle kiss.
My eyes pop wider at the taste of me on him.
"I think you like that," he winks.
And crawls back down my body, flexing and lithe like a wild animal. His touch is rougher, more dominating than before. I can't get enough of it, no longer caring what I look like. All my senses narrow down to the flicks and licks of his tongue, the softer caresses of his lips, his hard grip on my thighs as he presses me wider. Adding his fingers to reach more of me jacks up the intensity and I don't know whether I want to escape or push myself into his face. He's everywhere, touching and finding every nerve ending I have. I drag air into my lungs, desperate but afraid for it to end. The sensation of his fingers pushing inside throws some kind of switch in me. More noises chase their way out of my throat.
"Yeah let me feel it," he whispers so close to me his words overflow into me.
I'm moaning, really moaning. Unable to stop. Until he does something unbelievably delicious with his tongue, touching a part of me I can't even describe. It's like the union of all the good and beautiful in me. It silences me, the shock of his touch, his discovery. And then everything erupts; everything. And I'm whirling high up into the deep blue above. Out of control. Flying and spinning. It's enough, but he doesn't stop, forcing more from me, allowing me no escape.
Until I'm done.
I collapse back to the mattress, dimly aware I must have been lifting my back up high, feeling the tremble in my muscles now, my lungs heaving. He strokes the side of my face. I turn into him, hugging him closer.
He waits for me catch my breath, softly rubbing my back.
"Did he try that?"
It takes me a few seconds to work out what he means.
"Alex? No. No, I don't think he had a clue about any of that," I pant, the truth of it suddenly obvious now.
He grins. It fills me, the sweet delight of it, and I begin to laugh until I'm giggling. I stretch out, trying to sober up. And am suddenly aware that he is still hard.
"What about you, Noah?"
I touch him lightly, tentatively. His underwear is sticky. From me or him, or both? His eyes snap back into focus.
I suck at my lip.
He thrusts upward. I retreat, unsure of what to do. Alex said I was crap at this too. But Noah doesn't know that. He pushes his underwear down, takes my hand in his and presses it around his dick.
"I'm not going to mind if you wanna help me," his voice sounding gruff. "I'm right on the edge as it is."
He holds me there, squeezing my hand tighter than I expected, encouraging me to move up then down, pushing himself in and out, hard and slippy against my palm.
"Yeah, that's it. Nice and tight," he encourages me.
His eyes drift closed. I look down at his angry-looking head, at his hips rising then falling. I adjust my grip and try to match the rhythm of his hips, watching in fascination as liquid drips from him. I rub at it with my thumb and press down.
"Like that. Yeah," he murmurs, reaching into my hair.
I do it again, tracing the path of his come, spreading it around, feeling him twitch and pulse.
'Aw, sweet fuck," he pulls me in, fixing his mouth on mine and delving deep into me, grunting into me as he jerks and fucks into my hand, his hot come exploding in-between our bodies.
The silence after is calm and long. We hold onto each other until he reaches down to pull the sheet back over us and gives me a soft kiss.
"Stay here tonight Marie, will you? I'll take you home in the morning to get clean clothes for work."
I listen to him fall asleep, feeling his body get heavier against mine. Sleep comes harder to me but I've never felt lighter.
"How was the beach today?"
"Beautiful. Blowy."
"And Noah?"
Lisa knows we meet there, on the beach, almost every day now.
"Also beautiful," I smile into my glass, waiting for the inevitable ribbing.
"How's it going between you two?"
She scrutinises me over the tops of her glasses.
"Good. I think. I hope."
"You're too cute for words, Marie."
"What can I get you guys?" The bartender leans towards us.
"Beer for me. I'll get a Stone & Wood," Lisa gestures behind him. "Yeah, the Pacific Ale. Marie? Same?"
"No, I'll get a cranberry juice, thanks. Let me get these."
We fight for a few seconds over who's paying until Lisa capitulates. I slide the bills over the bar.
"So? He's 'beautiful' is he?"
I stare into my drink.
"Better than that douche Alex, I take it? Not that it'd take much."
I nod. "Truth, Lisa. I think I'm only just beginning to see how terrible he was."
I catch her eye and we giggle a little bit.
"But he's good to you, is he? Noah?"
"Yes," I reply. "Why are you asking in that tone of voice?"
She lifts her shoulders but I'm not having it.
"Come on. You can't go all silent and mysterious on me."
"No, nothing. Not really. Erica says he's a good fella."
And then she hesitates. Cramps nip at my belly.
"But?"
"Um, just, you know -- she said he had some sort of breakdown when he was living in Sydney, you know? That's why he came back here."
"Oh, that." I breathe out.
"You know? I mean, he told you, did he?"
"Yeah he did. Look, a bit of mental illness doesn't scare me."
"Not with your family, I suppose."
"You said it."
"So long as he's good to you?"
"He is. Very."
"Oh God, look at you. I'm not sure I've ever seen you all loved up like this."
"Shut up."
We giggle some more.
"Just tell me this. Does that bum of his fulfil all that glorious promise?"
'Fucking hell Lisa, your mind's so down in the gutter."
"A girl can look."
"I didn't think he'd be up your alley, exactly?"
She lifts her shoulders again.
"A good bum is a good bum, boy or girl."
"How does Erica feel about that confession, I wonder?"
'She's good with it. No secrets between us. Cheers, Marie," she lifts her glass to mine, and then, "You alright?"
"Yeah. Just don't feel like a drink tonight. Been feeling off colour all day, as it goes."
"Mmm. Can't tempt you over for dinner? Erica's cooking."
I shake my head. "No. Thanks, but I think an early night is called for."
I'm perching on the edge of the bed when my phone buzzes.
Hey not on the beach today? --
No. Not feeling brilliant --
Translate? --
Not brilliant unwell. Other expressions include, sick as a dog, Tom and Dick, a bit peaky, etc. Had to leave work early --
What do you need? --
I'm fine --
I'm coming over --
But don't you need to be at work? --
I'm coming over --
I lean forwards, wondering if I'm going to puke. I'm still there when he knocks on my door.
"You look like shit," he offers as he shuts the door behind him.
"Mmm. I feel like shit."
"And you're burning up," he says, his hand on my arm.
"Yeah. I think I need to lie down."
He sits next to me on the bed, pressing a hand to my forehead and brushing my hair back.
"I'll get you some water."
My eyes are heavy by the time he returns.
"Yeah, get some sleep," he murmurs from a place somewhere behind me.
I wallow in a hinterland of consciousness, scowling against a hot white light one moment then straining to find myself in a heavy thick darkness; scuffling against uncomfortably tight bands around my legs then flailing around in desperate search of warmth and containment. Strange, distorted voices alternately frighten and comfort me. Terrors and wonders battle me to the point of exhaustion, wringing me out.
And then nothing.
I stare, gradually making out the shape of a glass on the table next to the bed. I roll over onto my back, trying to blink myself back to normality. The bed moves.
"You're awake," he says.
He's lying on his side next to me; reaches out to brush my forehead.
"You've cooled down."
I struggle to form words. My mouth feels like it's full of socks.
"How are you feeling?"
I can make out more of him now my eyes are adjusting to the dark.
"Better. I think. Thirsty. And hungry."
"Good signs."
"And in need of a pee," I add, scenes of being helped into the bathroom flashing behind my eyes like memories. I squeeze them closed for a second or two.
"What time is it?"
The bed moves more as he reaches out for something, the harsh light of his phone screen throwing shadows around his face.
"Nearly five."
"In the morning?"
'Yeah. On Friday."
"Friday?"
"Yeah. You had a fever. You've been proper out of it."
I swing my legs out of bed, nearly fall onto the floor.
"Wait. I'll help you."
I groan as he holds me up, walking me into the bathroom.
"Don't worry. We're all the same," he offers, but I'm grateful when he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone.
When I re-enter the bedroom, he's switched on a light and I survey the scene. A bucket on the floor by my side of the bed; pillows bunched up on the other side, the outline of his back pressed into them; a thermometer lying on the bedside table. I look down at the t-shirt I'm wearing but don't remember putting on.
"Ok?" as he walks into the room, holding out a fresh glass of water.
"I can't believe it's Friday."
"Do think you can eat something?"
I nod, relishing the feel of the cool water in my mouth.
"I'll bring you some soup. Mum said that'd probably be the best thing as you haven't eaten in a while."
He starts to leave. I trail after him.
"I don't think I can stand another moment in that bed," I explain as he pauses.
I sit at the table trying to stop my legs shaking and watch him as he heats up some soup. His hair is a nest and from the looks of his undershirt, he's been wearing it a while.
"Have you been here the whole time? What about the club?"
"Nick owes me a few favours, so I called them in." He pours the soup into a bowl. "You were really sick. I couldn't leave you."
"You're not having any?" I ask, holding up my spoon.
"Chicken broth at five in the morning isn't really my thing," he smiles.
I dip my head. How can he be so good looking at this ungodly hour when I must be doing my best impression of an old witch?
"Thanks Noah."
"Aw, my sister brought the soup around, so thank her."
"I didn't mean the soup. Although it's lovely and I'll thank your sister for it if I get to meet her more formally."
He's still smiling at me.
"I meant thanks for staying here with me."
He leans back against the kitchen cabinets.
"You were really sick," he repeats. "Mum said someone should stay with you while you had a fever that high."
"Your mum?"
"She's a nurse."
"So she knows?"
He laughs. "Yeah. She knows."
He sits down opposite me and pulls a hand through his hair. I squeeze my knees together, thinking about him talking to his mum about me.
"I feel like I've been in another dimension."
"Yeah. You have. I learnt a lot."
I recognise the uptick of his mouth, the look in his eyes, and narrow my own at him.
"You were pretty delirious for a while. Rambling."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. For one thing, the more I hear about Alex, the more I want to smack his face into a wall."
I wince at how angry he sounds; afraid of what I must have been saying. No. What I must have been revealing.
"On the other hand, you had better stuff to say about some other dude."
I frown. Fiddle with the spoon in my hand. Exposed.
"It's ok. He feels the same way about you."
We grin at each other.
I survey the photographs laid out on the countertop in silence. He's standing behind me. Jittery. Picking at his nails.
Soft lines and shadows; shallow angles and deep curves.
"I don't usually photograph people," he starts again on the explanation I've already heard, his voice tight with tension.
I don't know what to say to him. No one's ever photographed me before. Not like this, anyway. He'd done it when I was ill; when I'd been unable to give him permission, something for which he's already apologised a number of times. He's fumbled his way through an explanation that involved getting his camera -- a Rolleiflex, apparently (no, no idea either, but he says it like it's something special) finally repaired in Sydney; his sister dropping it off to him on her way up to Brisbane to see their mum because he hadn't wanted it risk it with FedEx (seems like she was just one of an actual parade of people who came round while I was ill. Lisa and Erica also called in a couple of times); hours of watching over me, his newly repaired camera waiting to be tried out. As he'd put it, it had been too much temptation and he'd given in to it.
And now I'm looking at the results, with the promise that if I wanted, he would destroy all of them. The negatives too. But would I look at them first?
Most are close-ups, tightly shot segments where it's not immediately obvious which part of my body it is. Rumpled cotton, twisted sheets; tangled hair, smooth skin, a fingertip, an eyelash, the nape of my neck -- lots of those. Frame-fulls of beauty.
"Is this how you see me?"
He looks at me curiously. "Yes. That's how you are, Marie."
I stare back at him. Then at the photos.
He starts to shuffle them together, covering them up.
"No, don't."
His hands go still.
"I've never seen myself like this."
I pick up one. The crook of my knee; a sliver of rumpled sheet lying across the top of the image.
"You've looked at me so closely." I look at him. "Which ones do you like?"
He's hesitant at first then glances over the array of photos and picks out a few of them.
"These."
We examine them together.
"I like this one because this is a place you love to be kissed," he says, holding up a photo of the dip in-between my collarbones. "And this one for the same reason," showing me a close-up of the corner of my mouth. "And these ones because they show how beautiful your skin is. And the curve of your spine."
Eventually he asks, "Are you angry with me?"
"No. Not angry, Noah. I think I'm shocked you've spent such a lot of time looking at me. I feel... seduced."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
He looks so worried.
"Depends on how honourable your intentions are, wouldn't you think?"
Which earns me the softest of his kisses. Barely more than a brush of his lips. I kiss him back, watching the way his eyes seem to change. He pulls at me, his hand hot on my ribs, but I step back, shaking my head.
"Uh-uh. Now I'm going to look at you like you've already looked at me."
His eyes flicker and his mouth twitches.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. So you'd better take off your shirt."
"You had a t-shirt on the whole time," he protests, but I hold up my hand.
"Do you want to keep these pictures?"
I cast my eye over the piles of photographs that show me as if I'm someone beautiful, hoping he says yes.
"I do."
"Then this is the price."
I hold my breath, wondering what's got into me. Wanting him to take his shirt off. Nearly clapping my hands in delight as he flips the top few buttons open and tugs the shirt over his head. He gives me a bit of a look, his mouth twitching, and I raise an eyebrow at him. The shirt drops to the floor, as if he's raising a challenge to me. I tip my chin. I am a little freaked out at being photographed like that. Not angry. More like shocked at being seen, no -- examined -- by him when I was in such an unguarded state. Now I want him to find out what it's like to be so closely examined, even when he's aware. Maybe especially when he's aware.
I drop my eyes from his and focus on his chin, gathering myself, willing myself to be strong enough to continue whatever it is I've started here. And let my eyes roam over his face, from the little lines at the corners of his eyes to the soft tips of his earlobes. Down to his throat where I watch him swallow. He lifts his hand as if to touch me, but I give a quick shake of my head and he drops it, swallowing a second time. I look back into his face. He's not looking nervous. That'll be me. I'm the nervous one here. I clear my throat.
"Let me look at your back."
It comes out more as a croak than a command. He tilts his head just a tiny bit before swinging around, planting his hands on the countertop in front of him. I suck at my breath as I regard him in this stance, his hips a little canted to the left. I take a step closer to him, fixating on the undulations of his spine from the long curls of hair playing around the nape of his neck down to the underwear that's exposed by his low-riding shorts. I like his lean shape. Brief memories of Alex's stockier body invade my mind until I shake them off. I don't know the names of all the different muscles I'm looking at, but they seem well-defined. I pinch my thighs tight as I watch his ribs moving with the rhythm of his breathing. I've never looked at anyone this closely or for this long.
I take another tiny step closer to him and watch in fascination as goosebumps erupt across his shoulders. He jolts forwards when I touch him there, playing my fingertips over his skin, tracing the fierce pattern of bumps as he shudders. It emboldens me, to see his body reacting to something I'm doing to him and I draw one finger down the route of his spine until it reaches his waistband. I push downwards.
He emits a noise, something harsh and sudden that chases out of his throat. I squeeze my legs again, trying to ignore the heat there, hesitating. And then not. Slipping my fingers into his waistband and tugging at it.
"And these," I manage to get out, catching the quick turn of his head out of the corner of my eye.
He undoes the button and fly one-handed then stops. I look up. He looks as if he's waiting. Waiting for me to do it, both hands back on the countertop again. I push his shorts down over his hips, feeling him clenching his muscles until I tap on each thigh to get him to bring his legs closer together. Another sound, this one closer to a short laug
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h, escapes him when I stroke the top of his foot, then lift it, running my thumb over the rough skin of his heel. Another noise. Ticklish. I stroke his other foot, coaxing him into lifting it up and I pull his shorts free.
He buckles when I kiss the back of his knee.
"Fuck," he mutters, recovering, returning to his previous stance.
I get up off my knees and step back. His bum does look really good, Lisa's got that right. I smile. He jumps again when I smooth my palm over it.
"Now these," I murmur, pinching at the fabric of his underwear, then dipping my hands into the waistband.
His sharp intake of breath stops me.
"Careful," he mutters, grabbing my hand and placing it over him, where he's really stiff.
"Oh!"
I'm such a dummy, I hadn't thought this was turning him on. It hadn't occurred to me that it might. He's looked so relaxed. I breathe out. His underwear is wet under my palm. I ease the waistband over his dick. I can't resist planting another kiss to the back of his knee again. Same reaction from him. He adjusts his stance to help me free him from his underwear. Still kneeling, I examine his legs. Long muscles. A messy scar around the back of his right ankle that I trace lightly, feeling him flinch at my touch. And again at my kiss.
I stand up again, running my hand up in-between his legs until I reach his bum. His muscles are tense, quivering. I retreat. Stand back just to look at him. He's dropped his head, as if he's been needing to concentrate on other things, in another world. And he looks like he's breathing more rapidly than before, a slight sheen of sweat gathering in the small of his back. I wrap my arms around myself. How can this be? This kind, sexy man standing here, letting me touch him like this?
"Hey."
I blink. He's turned around.
"I was worried you'd lost interest," he says, his tone light but his eyes serious.
I smile shakily.
"I don't know what I'm doing here."
He reaches for me.
"Making me feel fucking amazing," he declares, pressing us hard together.
I laugh, trying to expel my nerves. Aware he's probably staining my sensible work shirt with his dick pressing into it like this and not caring. Not caring one bit.
I let him fiddle at the buttons and part my shirt, yanking at my zip until my skirt falls down to the floor, then pulling at the catch until my bra falls open at the front. His first touch is surprisingly rough, almost painful. I want him to do it again. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I nearly take off.
I raise myself up on my toes and plant my lips on his, opening up for him as he sweeps his tongue into me, his eyes wide open. Wider when I curve my palm around him where he's so very hot and hard. He grunts, almost a protest. But I squeeze him harder. He wrenches his mouth away.
"I'm gonna come, Marie, if --"
I smile. Nod. He groans some more as I push my hand down then up, twisting it a bit. Which forces out a louder groan than before. I repeat it, liking the sounds he's making.
"Fuck. Christ, Marie."
His body tenses up. I double my efforts, concentrating on the feel of his skin sliding soft over such a hard, hot core.
"Yeah, good 'n' tight," he mutters before finding my mouth.
He throbs hard in my hand. I give another twist. His breath chases out of his nose, down my face, his eyes bright. And his hips jerk up, nearly unbalancing the both of us, his orgasm sudden and violent. I keep squeezing and tugging, letting the vibrations from his groans fill my mouth. Until he breaks off. Panting, closing his eyes for a few seconds, swaying back until he's leaning hard against the countertop behind him. Taking me with him, pressing me to his chest.
Then he stands upright, walks me backwards until I fall into the sofa. He climbs over me, shuffling us until I'm lying down and he's propped up over me. I look down at his come over both of us. He picks up my sticky hand, runs his fingers through mine, then presses two of my own into my mouth, his eyes flickering as he watches me suck on them.
"Now touch yourself, Marie, can ya?"
I shake my head.
"Go on," a little frown playing over his face.
I shake my head again. Take my fingers out of my mouth.
"No."
But I'm unable to say why. That I'm so close, I want him to be the one touching me when it washes over me. Instead, I pull at two of his fingers. He plunges them into my mouth and I wet them; the faint taste of beer from his shift in the bar tonight on my tongue. But I don't think he knows how ready I am. That this is unnecessary. I wriggle my hips. And sigh as he trails his fingers out of my mouth.
"You. You do it," I whisper.
He shoves his hand into my knickers. Grunts as his fingers discover just how ready I am. He looks into my eyes and I writhe in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. And nearly stop breathing at his sure, steady sweep through me, unable to stop my hips rising up to his touch.
"Like that?"
But it's already on me, my hips pressing up to him, following his every move as he rubs me with the heel of his hand. His gaze is intense as he studies me, working at me, making me come onto his hand. I moan, almost cry, suddenly scared he might stop. But he doesn't. Thank God he doesn't. The world expands until everything is good and right, here with Noah kneeling over me, his green eyes pinning me down as surely as his hand. It's the sweetest burn. I want him to have everything of me. It's my last coherent thought.
He's kissing me, short, gentle touches on my face, as I return. Heart thumping, I pull him down onto me and we both tighten our hold.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
I snort.
"Probably. What do you think?"
He looks at me. Not smiling.
"Ok, seriously, Noah. It's fine. It was just unexpected, you know? None's ever done anything like that about me before, that's all."
"Ok."
He looks relieved.
"And the photos are beautiful. Really, they are. They make me feel as though I could be beautiful. That you want to make me feel like that, not --," I cast about for the right words. "Not cheap or dirty."
"I should hope not. I didn't, ya know, touch you or anything like that when I was taking them. I just looked."
"I trust you, Noah. That's not the issue."
"What is?"
"I'm not sure there is one."
He cocks his head.
"Ok, so Alex was very controlling. Maybe there was a bit of me that freaked out that's what you were trying to do."
"That's not it."
"I know. I think that --," I hesitate. "I think that you were celebrating me."
I blush, unused to saying anything like this.
"Mmm."
His non-verbal response forces me to look into his eyes again.
"Loving ya. That's what I was doing, Marie."
The shouting is shrill, staccato, getting clearer as I get closer to the bar. Coming from the room in the back that's full of slot machines -- 'Pokies'. It's come out of nowhere, incongruous in a busy night of lots of birthday parties or similar that have been keeping both Noah and Nick well busy while I've had dinner with Lisa, Erica and Erica's sister. But as I emerge from the bathrooms the air is suddenly crackling tight with tension. Noah's nowhere to be seen. I divert my path over to the back room, converging with Nick as he steps out from behind the bar.
It's a bloke I haven't seen before. Drunk and sweaty and focusing all his anger on Noah. A couple of others sitting at the machines, looking like they want to bolt.
"Time to leave, buddy," Noah's saying. Repeating, judging by the exaggerated patience in his voice and the set of his shoulders.
"Fuck off will ya?"
"No. You're causing trouble here, so you gotta go."
"Says who?" sneering. "You, with ya perfect fucking judgement? That what they said in the nut house about ya when they let ya out?" and making an unmistakable gesture at Noah.
I stop breathing, boiling anger racing up my gullet ready to fire out in a torrent of terrible words. But then I see how Noah's shoulders have dropped a little bit.
"Leave. Now."
"Yeah? Think this'll make you a big man?" His mean eyes flick, suddenly aware of Nick and me standing behind Noah.
Noah steps towards him, his back rigid and square.
"Yeah come on."
But he looks shocked when Noah grips his arms to pull him upright off the stool. Nick steps in and between them they drag and march the protesting drunk downstairs. The hurt look in Noah's eyes as he'd seen me there stays with me as I walk back to the table. It makes my heart pinch with sadness.
"What's going on?"
"Some pissed up arsehole getting ejected."
"Yeah?"
I sit down, trying to control my shakes.
"You ok? You look upset."
I shake my head. "I'm fine," I lie.
Lisa stops Erica from asking anything more. She knows from the look on my face it'll fall on stony ground. It turns the evening and soon enough, we're all standing, ready to leave.
"Wanna lift home?" Lisa asks me.
"Nah. I want to say goodbye to Noah and the walk home will do me good. You go."
"Ok. See you in the arvo -- don't forget I'm going out to Burleigh Heads first thing in the morning, right?"
I nod, anxious for them to leave now.
Noah's cleaning the bar, head down. I stand near, waiting for him to see me, uncertain yet feeling it might be important to stay.
"Marie, you heading off?" Nick walks around me, dirty glasses in his hands.
'Uh-huh, yes."
Noah's looking up at me, a blank look to his eyes. I twitch with nerves. No, with fear.
"Hey Noah, why don't you nick off now? Walk Marie home or whatever. Go on," Nick seems to give him a particular kind of look, as Noah simply nods, no argument, puts the cloth down near the sink and mutters a quiet goodnight.
I follow him down the stairs and outside, catching a hold of his hand as he lets go of the door.
"Hey," I offer.
"Hey Marie. You girls have a good night?"
He sounds so subdued.
"It was ok. Better than yours."
"You heard all that, then?"
I squeeze his hand.
"Make me a cuppa before I walk home?"
The tiniest suggestion of a smile on his face. But he doesn't switch the lights on once we get inside his flat; instead leans up against the kitchen counter. I don't know what to do, his stiff silence so unfamiliar it makes my heart ache. I switch the kettle on. Move closer to him until I can feel his body heat. I breach the space between us first, gasping into the firm hug, his arms suddenly tight around me, his head dropping to my neck. The kettle rattles and boils. Turns itself off. Silence. Just the regular rhythm of the ocean outside. And our breathing.
After a while, he shifts his footing and lifts his head.
"Tea? Coffee? Beer?"
"I'll have what you're having," he replies.
The kettle goes back into action as he sits down on the sofa. I open the fridge, using the internal light to locate mugs, tea and a spoon elsewhere.
"Here," I hand him a mug, taking a seat next to him.
We sip quietly, me hoping he isn't regretting me being here.
"There was a girl in Sydney," he begins.
I hold onto my breath and my heart, not knowing what's coming next.
"I didn't treat her very well in the end and she didn't deserve that."
I tuck my legs up onto the sofa.
"I mean, we didn't really fit together. Not really. She was part of all the stuff there that I hated -- the job, the clients, the obsession with making money. But she didn't deserve the way I treated her."
"And how was that?"
He shrugs. "I abandoned her, really. Stopped answering her calls. Didn't open the door when she came looking for me. And I'm sure she got it bad at work too. We worked together and I'm positive the bosses went after her when I just dropped out of sight. It must've made it even worse for her. I'm not too proud of being such a prick."
"You weren't well."
"No."
He gulps down the last of his tea. I do the same, making a decision.
"My dad killed himself, Noah. None of us had a clue it was that bad for him. I suppose he didn't feel able to say. Not even to mum. In fact he was behaving like a complete dick just before he did it."
"Christ, Marie, I'm so sorry," his eyes wide, glittering.
"Mental illness doesn't make for good behaviour. He was pushing us away. I think he was making it easier for himself to do it, you know?"
I know he does know, from the bolt of recognition that passes through his body.
"Is that how it was for you?"
"Yes."
We let his admission sit in the air around us.
"What happened?"
He shrugs. "I set fire to all my suits instead. Locked up the house and drove back here. Stayed with Nancy, my sister. She's a nurse."
A flicker of humour in that last sentence.
"So she knows?"
"She knew," he acknowledges the joke, wryly.
"I'm glad."
He heaves a sigh, pulls on me until I'm across his lap and hugs me hard. Relief pours through me.
It's still dark when I wake the next morning. In his bed. His body pressed along mine, an arm heavy over my ribs.
"You're awake?"
I breathe out, shift my hips, letting him know. Yes, I'm awake.
A light kiss to the nape of my neck and a sweep of his hand down my side. It makes me smile. Last night's heaviness seems far away. His hand keeps busy, sliding my t-shirt upwards, stroking my bare skin on the return. Sliding and stroking. Another light kiss.
"Thanks, Marie."
"What for?"
"Staying with me."
I turn over to face him.
"I don't give a shit what anyone says about you, Noah. But I'll always want to hear what you say."
He runs a fingertip down my spine.
"Are you listening to me? Noah?"
"Yes. I am."
"Don't clam up on me, will you? That's what frightens me."
"Clam up?"
"Go silent."
"Oh. That."
"That. Yes."
"Ok."
Another kiss. I sink into him, letting myself get a little bit hypnotised by his fingers moving up and down my back. No longer made nervous by the feel of him pressed hard against my belly. We barely move except for the necessary adjustments to draw breath. Soon enough dawn begins to break. It happens so fast here, as though the sun can't wait to begin the new day. Hues of apricot crack open the sky. Noah stirs. Stretches.
"What time do you need to be at work Marie?"
"Eight. There's a bloke I like to meet up with on the beach between four and five every afternoon. I don't like to miss him, so I get into work early so I can leave by four."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
His smile is lovely.
"We still got some time, then, before I need to get you home?"
He makes his meaning clear with a little lift of his hips.
"Hmm."
"S'alright, Marie, we can only go so far."
"Oh?"
"Still got no condoms, so you're safe from the worst of me."
"Now you're talking shit, Noah Holland."
"Yeah?"
I shimmy my hips over him, watching his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"It might be time for me to have your worst."
"Don't tease me, Marie Cooper."
He rolls me onto my back. Settles himself between my legs.
"I'm not."
"Not nervous of me anymore?" A deliberate rotation of his hips that forces me wider.
"Not anymore."
He gathers me up into a long, full-bodied hug.
"I can't believe it's so empty here," I say, surveying the long stretch of sand.
Aside from an older couple, their overactive dog and a mother with her baby, there's not another soul in sight.
"Well, it's winter here. Most people think this is cold."
I laugh at the absurdity of it. That weather like this could possibly be called winter. That I'm sitting here staring out at the Pacific watching for humpback whales with a genuine chance of seeing some. That Noah is curled around me, finishing off his beer, his throat working as he swallows. He takes a long breath.
"I called Rachel yesterday."
It takes me a second to remember who Rachel is. Yes, the girl in Sydney. I blink, steadying my nerves. And look at him from the corner of my eye but he's staring straight ahead at the ocean.
"Uh-huh. How did it go?"
I feel his chest move as he shrugs and shifts behind me.
"Awkward."
"That's it?"
"She was pretty fucked off with me. But by the end of it she thanked me for at least calling her. Said I coulda done it a year ago, but --"
"But it was better than nothing at all?"
"Yeah. Something like that."
"Good. I'm glad you called her."
He just tightens his hold around me. And then suddenly tenses.
"There! Right there. Did you see?" his arm shooting out in front of us.
And yes, the slightest disturbance in the water, far out, a light spray briefly rising upwards. We watch avidly and are rewarded with a few more.
"Wow. Just fucking wow, Noah. That's amazing. I've never seen that before. I can't believe they are out there."
He hugs me again.
"We should go out on one of those trips and we'd get much closer to them."
"I'd love that, even though I'm not a fan of boats much."
"Landlubber," he teases me.
The light levels suddenly dip.
"Shit, we should get going. It's gonna rain."
He gestures towards the banks of clouds massing behind us.
"Think we'll get caught in it?"
"Maybe. I hope not because it looks like it's here to stay. Come on, let's go."
We shove the remains of lunch and the blanket we'd been sitting on into my backpack and set off towards where we left the bike, chill fingers of colder air already curling around my arms and legs. About twenty minutes into the ride, the heavens open. Noah pulls the bike over a couple of times, and we stand under the canopy provided by roadside trees until the rain calms down enough for us to continue.
As we climb off the bike, soaked to the skin, a couple of the club regulars are standing on the deck outside.
"Hey Noah, showing ya chick a good time again?" one of them jeers, holding his cigarette aloft.
"Sure, Dean."
"What are we looking at here, Noah? Some kind of hipster foreplay?"
Noah shakes his head.
"Why don't you two get back to the Pokies where being a loser isn't such a public embarrassment for ya?"
They both yelp in delight at the insult while we climb the steps to the flat above.
By the time we are inside we're both shivering.
"You need to warm up. I don't want you getting sick again. Why don't ya get in the shower and I'll put your clothes in the dryer?"
"What about you? You're shivering just as much as me."
"Yeah, I'll jump in the shower after. Go on."
He ushers me in the direction of his bathroom.
I'm glorying in the hot water, letting it release the cold tension in my shoulders and back, when he knocks on the cubicle door.
"Room for one more in there? You're gonna guzzle all the hot water."
I open the door for him.
"Hell's teeth Noah you're cold. Swap places with me."
I push him under the shower and watch the water cascade over his head and down his body. It's a pretty nice sight. When he catches me looking he gives me a deserved smirk, pulls me in to him for a kiss.
"I'm making myself a cup of tea. Want one? Anything?" I ask him before opening the shower door.
"A cold one for me."
"Right you are."
He's out of the shower and standing behind me just as the kettle comes to the boil.
"Cute outfit."
I look down at the t-shirt and underwear I took out of his clean laundry pile to wear. Give him a twirl.
"Styling the weekend casual look?"
"Nah. Just cute."
He slides his arms around my waist, trapping me to his body.
"You've perked up."
"A beautiful naked girl in my shower does that, ya know?"
He reads my attempt to push him away as the half-hearted gesture it is. My desire for a cup of tea is fading fast as he bends into my neck, all rasping stubble and salving lips.
"What do ya reckon to a decadent Sunday afternoon in bed?" he murmurs, pressing me against the kitchen cupboards, the countertop's edges sharp on my hip bones.
"You're a bad boy."
"Only when tempted."
"The sort my mother warned me against."
"Thought you didn't pay that much attention to her?"
"You've got me there," I sigh.
Although my resistance is lowering by the second I can't resist putting up one last obstacle.
"My hair's still wet."
"But I like messy."
There's no mistaking how aroused he is. If the tone of voice wasn't enough of a clue, his hardn pressing into the small of my back certainly is. I tip my hips backwards to feel him.
'You are lovely, Marie Cooper."
I snort at how he's adopted that word, it sounds so strange from his mouth. His smile widens. I squeeze my legs tight.
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"This," he pries a finger in-between my rigid muscles.
I close my eyes. "To control it."
"Don't do that, Marie. I don't want you to control it."
I chew at my mouth, alarmed at how fast my heart is racing. He forces his hand deeper in-between my thighs as I concentrate on unclenching them.
"Know what I saw when I first set eyes on you, dipping your toes so daintily into the ocean in your blue city dress?"
I twist my head.
"I thought, there's a girl who's dying to let loose. I watched you for quite a while. I was convinced you were about to wade in. At first, I didn't know whether to worry about that or not. I couldn't decide if the fact you were still holding on to your shoes was good or bad."
I look at the mug on the counter in front of me, the tab and string dangling over the side of it.
"And when I saw you the next day, I watched you again. You looked like you were daring yourself to take the plunge."
I think back to those first few days. My shock and incredulity at being here. Trying to work out what Lisa needed from me at work. Not knowing what to do with myself outside of the office and wandering the beach in search of it.
"I thought you might only be here a few days. But after that first week I started to wait for you. Trying to work up the nerve to speak to you."
"My gutter-mouth saved the day then?"
"Sure did."
"Good job it rains here sometimes otherwise who knows how long we'd have both been left waiting?"
He smiles into my neck. Sucks on it a little. Enough to soften my bones. I press my thighs together again, involuntarily, and laugh when he tuts and spreads his fingers out between them. I try to loosen my muscles but it's difficult when he's touching me like this.
"Noah?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you taking me to your bed, then, or was that just big talk?"
He stills. Just for a second. Taken by surprise, maybe. And then he's lifting me off my feet, laughing at my surprise now, until he puts me down in the bedroom. For a moment I'm distracted by the view from his windows and the loud battering of rain against them. They look right out over the ocean although today there's nothing to see but water streaming down the glass in wide, wet tracks.
I jump at the touch of his lips to my earlobe and shiver. Let him draw me in-between his splayed legs as he sits down on the edge of the bed, pushing his face into my belly, kissing me through the t-shirt.
"The more I watched you the more I saw your serenity. And I wanted in. Sure, you were the most beautiful woman on the beach. But you looked so self-contained. It was fascinating and maddening all at the same time."
I shiver again. None's ever talked to me like this. None.
"And then when you stopped right in front of me in that rain storm I couldn't believe it."
"My foul mouth," I murmur, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"That," he agrees. "And you were right there in front of me. It was a gift."
"And I was only trying to work out if you were a psychopath or not."
"Yeah?"
I nod.
"What persuaded you I wasn't?"
"When Mike stopped on the street and you laughed together."
"Good for me."
"And me."
He laughs, as if to himself, then grabs me harder.
"Of all the beaches in all the world, blah, blah, blah," he's still laughing as he pulls us both down to the bed and we giggle together at his naff joke.
I stretch out, loving how he's happy just to hold me, in no hurry. I trace the outline of the tattoo on his arm with my fingers.
"What's making you smile like that?" he asks, his green eyes bright in the greyedut light of the rainy afternoon.
"This. It's got to be the best feeling."
His eyebrows twitch.
"Don't you think?" I ask, pressing my fingers down onto his arm.
"Yeah. I do."
I slide onto him.
"You gotta take these off," he says, his hands running over my bum. "It feels wrong, touching my own underwear on you like this."
I scramble off him, not in the most dignified way, and take them off.
"Better?"
"Come closer and I'll let you know."
He runs his hands from my ankles up to my thighs, then halts.
"You're stopping there?" I'm half teasing, half desperate, surprised at how every single cell of my body has suddenly come alive.
He sits up a little.
"Nope. My intentions are less honourable than that."
"Are they?"
He nods, solemnly, then cracks a grin. "I bought condoms," giving me a hopeful look that makes me smile.
"You braved old stickybeak in the pharmacy then?"
He laughs. "Nah. Went to Coles."
"Wuss."
"Hmm. Good to see you're learning the Aussie lingo though."
"It's infectious."
"Come back here."
I settle myself on him. His kiss is defiant. Laying down his intent. It sends my heartrate up into the stratosphere again. He holds my head in his hands.
"Nervous?"
"No." I try to shake my head. "Yes."
He smiles back at me.
"Marie --"
"No," I stop him. "No, I'm alright, Noah."
"What didn't feel right about it, with Alex?"
I swallow, torn between vile embarrassment and the pitiful desire to cry. How to describe it?
"Was it painful? I want to know so I can try to make sure it's nothing like that for us."
Just his use of the word 'us' nearly unleashes the flood of tears. He hugs me. Kisses me. It slows my heart and quickens my blood. I sigh.
"Noah, nothing felt like this with Alex. Nothing. I honestly don't know why I spent so many years with him. It was a complete waste."
For a moment I think he isn't going to let me off the hook without a more detailed answer. Until he resumes kissing my neck. I wrap myself around him, pushing my hands into his damp hair. His mouth widens against my neck; smiling. I pull a little, his hair slippy in my fingers. He grunts. Presses me harder against him. Unexpected reaction, but good. I repeat it and get the same result.
His pupils look enormous as he draws away.
"Take this off," he tweaks at the t-shirt I'm wearing.
I sit up, quite enjoying the way it makes him squirm underneath me, and pull his t-shirt off me. He looks star-struck as he draws his hands together over my waist and belly. I tremble at the lightness of his touch.
"Come back down here and let's just work up a bit of a sweat, Marie. See how we go?"
He sighs as I come to rest on his bare chest and draws his knees up around us, cocooning me with his body.
"You feel so good here," he mutters, his hands pressing me down onto him.
We find our rhythm, slow and deliberate. I watch his eyelids pressed together, eyelashes flickering. I kiss them. And the corner of his mouth. His golden stubble. Down into his neck. A passing nip on an earlobe and across his collarbone.
He whispers my name, his eyes heavy as I move back to his mouth. It's a kiss to make the world spin. We fall into it, winding ourselves deeper into each other. When we need to break away for air he whispers lovely words into my ear as if I'm the only other soul in the universe.
His first touch between my legs makes me jolt so hard he grunts with the effort of keeping me close to him, slicking his fingers along me until I moan.
"Yeah, that's it my beauty," he whispers, his breath harsh on my face, pressing his fingers a little deeper.
The suddenness of it, the wave of desire bullying its way through my body, is breathtaking.
"Ok, Marie?"
I drop my head to his, lost for words.
"What do you need?"
His eyes couldn't look more beautiful.
"With you," is all I manage to get out.
"Sure?"
I nod. He gropes around with his free arm until he knocks something to the floor. He rolls me off him, pulling his underwear off, retrieving the black shiny box. It takes a couple of attempts before he's unpicked all the packaging.
"It's been a while," he says, smiling, but I feel his nerves and sit up, moving closer to kiss the side of his face.
He meets my mouth with his and we lose ourselves in the kiss again. Threading ourselves closer together, we lie down face to face. When I touch him, he twitches and jerks; grasps my hand and squeezes it around him.
"You like it this tight?"
He opens his eyes.
"Yeah," moving his hips and pulling me closer until he slips between my legs.
I imagine I can feel his heartbeat there. It's a tantalising proximity that makes me ache until he begins to push into me, a sure progress, opening me. It's never been like this. A delicious, determined slide that satisfies me and leaves me wanting. I pull on his hip, urging him deeper. Unable to move when he reaches me, needing time to adjust to the feel of him all the way inside.
Sounds escape from me. His eyes fly open and come to rest on mine. Warm. Bright. Loving. I dare to say it again, just to myself; loving. He pushes my errant hair away from my face, dragging his fingers over my skin.
"You good?" His voice is laboured.
I inch towards him, needing to know how it feels for him. If it's as good for him as it is for me. His response is fierce, his lips fixing on mine, filling me up with everything he has. And then he moves his hips up against me and I think I might go mad with it, this feeling. I press back, wanting more. Wanting to be released from it. Wanting it to last forever. He twists us until he's beneath me, pressing me hard onto him and moving into me in ways beyond my experience. He kisses my face, eyes, mouth, neck, jacking his hips faster, higher and higher. It's unbearable and fantastic; a torment and a delight. I pant as he pulls and drags at my insides, and push back.
"Yeah, come on Marie, that's it. Fuck me."
I moan, making sounds I've never made before.
"Let it loose, my lovely Marie."
"Noah," I blurt, but I have no idea what I need to say.
"I have you. You're all good," he whispers, pushing me hard onto him.
I curl my fingers into his hair. "Please don't stop."
"Aw, fuck."
He sits up, forcing both of us upright. And deeper inside me. I struggle for air, for equilibrium, but all is lost. I grip his shoulders before letting go of every other tether to the earth as we begin to spin together. He's reaching into me, finding a place I didn't know was there. Different to before. Somewhere much deeper. It tugs at me, almost painfully. He's still whispering to me, more urgently now, urging me to stay with him, filling me with beautiful and sexy, dirty words. When he fixes his mouth to mine, eyes wide, I recognise it as his signal, that he's about to come. And that's it. Everything stops dead. He forces it from me, cruel and relentless, until he falters too and I'm flying up into the roof of the world holding on to him for life. Time is suspended for a few brief, heart-stopping moments.
Will I live or die? In that moment it feels like the most glorious of questions.
And then --
I gulp for air. We're both gasping for air. And laughing. Really laughing. The relief; we're alive. Completely alive.
I tip my head to him; bring my arms back down to wrap around him. His chest is heaving hard against me, sheened with his sweat. I breathe in his wonderful smell, nearly delirious with high delight.
We stare at each other, wide-eyed. I wonder if I look as raw as he does.
It's still raining outside as if nothing's changed, water racing down the windows.
I feel the tiniest touch of a fingertip under my chin and turn my head back to look at him, wondering what else he can ask of me. His lips barely touch me but the effect couldn't be more profound. It wells up in me. Belief and disbelief. Too much.
"It's ok. You're good, Marie, all good," he breathes it into me, soothing his hands down my back, drawing me into him.
"Noah," I breathe.
"I know, Marie. Yeah."
He drops backwards, taking me with him, collapsing us flat to the bed. I can't move. Don't want to move. Neither does he, it seems. I yank at the sheets to pull them over us. That's when he shifts around, pulling free from me and chucking the condom somewhere out of reach. He lies back.
"Is that what it should feel like?"
He looks at me, his eyes back to normal size now.
"Nope."
I frown.
"I don't know what that was. Nothing I've ever felt before." He gives out a short bark of laughter, probably at the confused look on my face.
"Come here, Marie," holding out his arm for me to slip into. "I don't know what to say. I thought we'd do this all afternoon, and now I'm not so sure. I think I might die if we try that again, it was so good."
"We're broken."
He barks, a loud, short laugh that makes his body shake.
"Yeah. Although I can't decide if we broke or made something new."
The look in his eyes makes me shiver all over.
It's later, dark outside, and the smells of his cooking filling the flat, when he holds out a hand to me. I pick up his beer bottle, thinking that's what he's after, but he shakes his head
"Not that. You."
I touch his fingertips with my own.
"I was wondering," he begins, giving the pan a stir, "what you'd say if I asked you to move in with me here." He cuts a look at me before continuing, "I know it's a bit basic here and above the club and all of that, but I just want to be with you."
I study him. Wild hair, his shirt hanging open over crumpled jeans. Barefoot in the kitchen.
"I'd probably say yes. If you were to ask me, that is."
"Would you?"
He looks so earnest, hair falling into his eyes.
I nod. And snatch at the air when he envelops me with his body.
"Then I'm asking," he declares, kissing the side of my mouth.
"And I'm saying yes."
I sway into his hug. It's so good. Mellow. Lovely. Something to hold onto.
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All Alone
Valune murred softly in hir enclosure. Shi was being milked again. Shi enjoyed being milked very much. The feeling of the warm suction cups applied to hir scaled breasts, the gentle sucking as they pulled out hir milk into the long clear tubes. Mmmm, and especially the long tubes they applied to hir twin cocks, eager to siphon off hir seed.
It was the only time Valune was allowed to cum from hir maleness, the only time hir hemi-penis was allowed to be aroused. Otherwise they had the rings around hir cocks activated that prevented hir from becoming aroused, at least as a male. They let hir play with hir cunt and cloaca, as well as use hir for sexual gratification.
Valune was of a race of creatures created originally as an experiment to test the limits of reproduction. Shi and all hir kin were capable of producing two litters of three or four offspring at a time. The children grew very fast, reaching puberty and sexual maturity in only a few hours, becoming fully grown adults in less then a day.
They'd been mixed together from Renakana and Dragons and enhanced with a great deal of magical power. They didn't need to eat or drink, as long as they were mated regularly. They fed off sexual energy. With a concoction of a few common plants their natural reproductive capacity was turned off entirely.
So Valune served as a sex toy and milk producer for hir owners. They had been assigned guard duty here, as the building the served as their barracks had an active portal in the basement to their queen's palace. It was a gate between there and this new, unexplored plane. They were to guard it while others explored and mapped the new area. It was a relatively untapped collection of resources. Not that Valune cared, shi just enjoyed being milked and mated.
In order to be 'fed' properly, shi had to climax from hir male organs at least once a week, just as long as shi was mated once or twice a day. With a lazy yawn and a purr, Valune massaged hir breasts lovingly. Shi was well fed here, shi was even beginning to get a little bit fat. Shi mewled loudly, a lovely tight feeling in hir balls.
With a sharp intake of breath and a soft gasp shi came, shooting jet after jet of stored up seed into the milking machine. It took a minute or two to fully drain hir stored up semen. Valune wondered what it would be like to be able to cover hir belly in hir own warm, white seed. With a sigh shi reluctantly detached hirself from the milking machine, waiting for one of hir owners to come back and turn hir 'cock-block' back on.
Shi sat and waited, watching the soldiers in the hall running. Soldiers running? That was strange. Valune supposed that something was attacking and that they needed to deal with it. That didn't matter much to the hybrid, shi wasn't much of a fighter, more of a snuggler. Shi loved to cuddle. Shi supposed shi out to go find someone to turn hir rings back on and maybe feed hir a little bit.
Hopefully shi could find one of the Renakana females, they liked to play and cuddle. As shi walked the halls, shi couldn't find a single person that wanted to play with hir, shi couldn't find hardly anybody at all. With a disappointed sigh shi decided to return to hir room, deciding to brush hir fur instead.
Valune peered at hirself in the mirror, smiling as shi looked over hir body. Shi look pretty cute, if shi did say so hirself. Shi was big compared to most of the people at the base, though shi was actually considered tiny by female Renakana standards. Though that probably had to do with the fact that shi was more reptile then feline.
Shi stood perhaps six foot eight in height, shi didn't know what shi weighed, shi had problems remembering big numbers. But it didn't matter, shi was cute and cuddly, and the people at the base fed hir very well. And why wouldn't they? Shi was a very beautiful mix of dragon, human, and feline, though shi got the last two from Renakana, but shi had the best qualities from them as well.
Valune had pretty lavender scales on hir underbelly, soft and smooth. Six perfectly sized breasts, just right for rubbing, or cupping, and just big enough for titty fucking. Valune wondered what it felt like, since shi wasn't allowed to play with anybody as a male. Shi wondered what it would feel like to feel a slick tunnel of soft scaled flesh around hir members.
Shi has gorgeous, shiny fur, black with bright blue stripes. It was soft and silky. Valune liked to pet hirself sometimes, shi also liked to clean hir fur, licking at it with hir rough, forked tongue. Shi had a flowing mane of pretty purple hair, a startling bright shade the color of wildflowers. Shi wore it loose, a flowing cascade of long, sparkling purple.
Shi had a pretty face that had a short feline muzzle, filled with well cared for white teeth and studded with long white whiskers. A pair of long, graceful horn spiraled back from hir temples, though they'd be prettier if hir owners didn't file their points down to bluntness. Shi extended hir majestic white membranous wings, purring softly at the sight of hir massive wingspan.
Hir draconic tail twitched happily. Swinging it around, shi nuzzled the large fluffy tuft that adorned the last few inches of its length and beyond. Shi ran a hand through hir hair with long violet claws. Hir reflection looked so beautiful, Valune just wanted to reach out and grab hir image. To kiss it, pet it, love it. Shi loved hir owners dearly, enjoyed the attention they gave hir, but what shi really wanted was one of hir own species. A mate.
The hybrid walked over to hir bed, curling up atop the covers for a nap, covering hir muzzle with the soft tuft of hir tail. Valune fell quickly into a deep, restful sleep, waiting for someone to come to play with hir.
Several hours later shi awoke, yawning and peering curiously around hir room. Shi felt well rested, strangely no one had come to play with hir. Curious, shi walked out into the hall, hoping to find someone to feed hir after a good long nap. Shi always woke up hungry after a nap.
Valune was confused, shi couldn't find anybody in any of the places they'd usually cluster. Nobody in the barracks, nobody in the mess hall, not even anybody on the guard towers. Shi couldn't find a trace of a single person around anywhere. Shi took a seat on the crenelated fortress wall, peering out sadly across the landscape, looking for one of hir owners. Shi sat there for a long, long time, waiting for someone to come home.
No one came. Valune began to cry, shi couldn't be alone here, could shi? Did they all die? Eaten by some awful monster? Shi couldn't see any bodies out in the field in front of hir. Maybe they all ran away and left hir behind. But why did they do that? They loved playing with hir, mating with hir, snuggling with hir. They loved it when shi licked them, when shi sucked them, when shi made them feel so good with hir paws. Why would they leave their favorite pet behind?
Valune wasn't supposed to go near the portal place, but it was the only place shi could go to make sure. Shi had to know, shi had to make sure. If it was still there, someone was still around and they could punish hir for breaking the rules. But if there was no portal, then Valune had been punished already, left alone forever and ever in this place.
Hir tears continued to flow as shi ran through the base, leaped down stairs a flight at a time, barreling blindly ahead through the darkness until shi reached the door to the portal room. The heavy dark metal doors where hard to open, but after a minute or so of pulling, Valune managed to open one of them wide enough to allow hir to squeeze inside.
A sob escaped hir throat. The soft green-blue glow of the portal was gone. Shi felt along the wall for a torch, and finding one held it in front of hir mouth, expelling the small stream of fire that was hir draconic breath weapon. Shi mewled sadly at what shi saw. The stone arch that had played host to the portal was in ruins, fallen apart and shattered on the platform. A choked sob escaped hir throat as shi fell to hir knees.
They had left hir behind. They had forgotten about hir, abandoned hir here. Tears ran down hir muzzle and began to puddle on the floor beneath hir. Why? Why had they gone away without telling hir? What had shi done wrong to be left out? Why didn't they want hir to come back with them? Hadn't shi been a good pet, a loving pet? They didn't want hir anymore.
Crawling over to the arch, Valune tried to put the stones back together, shi just couldn't be stuck here to starve to death! But the stones refused to stay together like they had when the portal was active. The poor dragon-cat curled up in the wreckage of hir only way home and pondered hir fate.
Shi could keep hirself alive by masturbation, but that wouldn't make much sexual energy. Shi had perhaps a year to live if shi brought hirself to climax five or six times a day, maybe a little longer since shi had been well fed.
Valune tried to remember anything shi might have done to deserve this, some horrible thing that shi would be deserving of this slow death by starvation. Shi couldn't find a single thing that even came close. So hir owners had just not wanted hir anymore. Had shi gotten too old? Too big? Too fat? Why didn't they want hir anymore? It wasn't fair! Shi had been a good girl, shi had done everything everyone had asked of hir.
Shi lay there, sobbing for a long time, how long shi didn't know. Shi picked hirself up, still sobbing, and began to walk out of the portal room. They didn't want hir, and so shi shouldn't stay here, just in case they came back. They'd have a new pet, one that wouldn't disappoint them like Valune had. Shi would would go find a new place to live for awhile, until something ate hir, or until shi faded away from a lack of feeding.
Maybe shi could find a new owner, or at least a playmate. If shi had to, shi'd mate with an animal. Maybe shi could find a leopard or a puma here to play with? Renakana occasionally mated with lesser creatures, though most other races found it absolutely disgusting. Valune didn't care how 'people' felt, if shi had to birth kittens for a beast to survive, shi would.
As shi walked out of the gates and out into the large flat field that the fortress stood on, two words kept circling over and over in hir mind. Birthing Kittens. Birthing Kittens. Birthing kittens. Kittens, wouldn't shi just love to have kittens? Hir tummy swelling to roundness, tiny little mouths suckling at hir breasts, little furballs mewing softly, crawling over their mother. Tiny kittens purring softly as shi cleaned them with hir tongue.
Kittens that would grow up, grow bigger, grow stronger, grow into adults. Adults that would love their mother, cuddle and snuggle with hir, never leave hir all alone to starve to death far away from hir real home. They would never leave hir in a place shi didn't know. They would never run off and leaving hir sobbing, wondering how shi was going to be fed. They would feed hir, and shi would feed them.
Valune thought back to the last time shi had taken the potion that would prevent hir from having kittens, yesterday morning, wasn't it? Maybe a little longer. Shi had to take it every day, so shi ought to be able to become pregnant now. All shi needed to do was to find a male. Yes, a male to fill hir full of sweet little kittens. Shi had the means to feed, and the rid hirself of the crushing loneliness in hir heart, all shi had to do was find one male creature big enough to mate with.
Smiling, Valune spread hir wings and took to the cloudy skies, searching both for a mate and for a new place to live. Shi found the latter quickly, a canyon opened wide below where in ages past a river flowed. The water had long since dried up, and the canyon floor was filled with soft sand that felt nice on hir paws as shi landed to look around.
The river apparently had branched, one branch going underground. There was a cave leading downward, the opening more then big enough for Valune to fit inside. A loud rumble filled the air, and a sudden spot of dampness appeared on the dragon-cat's muzzle. It had begun to rain, the cold, wet precipitation driving Valune into the cave.
"Hello?!" shi called out, hoping that the cave wasn't occupied by anything mean. After a few yards, the cave widened, into what was once an underground lake. The cave was empty, Valune couldn't even hear the chirpings and squeaks of bats in the ceiling above. Shi had all the time shi needed here, unlike the dark portal room. Shi could wait for hir eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Laying on hir back on the soft sand of the cave floor, shi began to purr softly, imagining what it would be like to be loved by one of hir kittens. They would kiss, exploring each other's mouths. Then slowly they would begin to lick the other's fur, laying down and slowly changing position until they were both muzzle to crotch. Mmmm, that would be lovely.
Valune's paw found it's way to hir crotch, where shi slid fingers into both cunt and cloaca. Hir daughter would begin to lap at hir sex, while Valune would take hir cub's maleness into hir mouth, teasing it with hir long, rough forked tongue. They would begin to purr softly, mother and daughter, loving and feeding and mating with one another.
A sudden unfamiliar feeling snapped Valune out of hir fantasy, a warm, hard ache of need. It was like when shi had lovers stimulate only hir pussy for a week, like the burning desire that filled hir cloaca when it demanded to be caressed. But it was too far forward, so what could it...?
The hybrid laughed, shi had hir manhood held captive so long, that shi had begun to think of hirself primarily as a female. No one had turned the rings around the bases of hir twin cocks back on, and so as hir arousal rose, so did hir slick black lengths. Valune grinned widely, shi didn't need a male! Shi WAS a male!
"I've wanted this for so long..." shi purred, pulling hir paw out of hir female sexes, beginning to stroke a shaft with each paw. Shi had dreamed, not long ago, of what it would feel like to spill hir seed onto hir smoothly scaled belly. Feel the warm goo squirting onto hir, laying back as it began to cool, dipping a finger in it and bringing it to hir mouth to partake in the sweet salty taste of hir cum.
It was almost enough to make hir weep tears of joy, shi was finally able to play with hir cocks whenever shi wanted, not just milked and drained once a week. Purring, shi slid the inactive restraints off hirself, throwing them off into the dark. That felt so much better. Shi continued to purr, humping gently against hir paws as shi jerked off. The sensation of soft leather pads against hir cockflesh, rather then the unloving caress of a machine was almost too much for hir.
The black flesh felt nice in hir paws, and flexible too. Valune couldn't remember ever getting to play with hir male sex like this before. Mostly hir cocks rested inside hir sheath, except for hir once a week milking. They felt hard and rigid, but still able to bend. Shi wondered something for a brief moment, before twisting a cock, filling hir cloaca with it. The feeling drew a gasp from the dragon-cat.
"So this is what it feels like to mate a female." shi whispered softly, stroking one cock as shi mates hirself with the other. Shi only wished that shi could mate hirself with both cocks. Shi curled hir tail up between hir legs, shi hugged it tightly with one arm, making hir cock sink as deep into hir cloaca as it would go. Shi began to stroke hir second cock.
It felt so good, better then anything shi had ever felt by hirself, or even coupling with one of hir owners. It felt so right, like this was something shi had been meant to do. Shi was rapidly reduced to a state of pure animal lust by the mind-blowing power of the shivers of pleasure that raced through hir body.
Hir tongue lolled from hir mouth as shi began to pant, arching hir back and thrusting into the air. Valune leaned hir head down and stretched hir neck as far as it would go, suckling on one of hir breasts, delighting in the sweet honey-like taste. Shi began to stroke hirself harder, faster. Yes... so good... so wonderful... so perfect.
Shi howled as shi came, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. Valune felt the familiar feeling of hir cloaca filling with seed, the sensation of both femsexes gushing forth their stores of femcum, and felt the delightful warmth of hir seed spilling onto hir belly. For a moment shi just lay their, panting. Shi gathered the seed on hir tummy into a paw, and began to finger hir cunt, working hir seed up inside hirself, pulling it into hir womb with rippling muscles.
Valune began to purr as shi felt a soft tingling inside of hir. Shi watched in rapt fascination as hir tummy began to swell with pregnancy. Shi purred and rubbed hir belly, feeling it expand under hir paws.
"Hello, kittens." shi whispered to hir tummy. "I can't wait to see all of you."
Within a few minutes hir belly was so big Valune couldn't see hir toes. It was so big and round. Valune just lay back, purring, as hir belly continued to grow ever so slowly, nowhere near as fast as before. Shi put hir paws underneath hir swollen gut, cradling the heavy weight of hir twin wombs.
Humming softly shi settled into a euphoric state, content to lean against the cave wall and snuggle hir still expanding tummy. Shi slowly began to drift downward into a deep sleep. Shi dreamed of warm fur, soft pawpads caressing hir, tiny mouths suckling at hir gently. The feeling of a warm wetness coating hir tail awakens hir from hir trance.
Hir eyes widened in surprise at the sight of hir tummy, it was big enough to hold Valune hirself. Shi purred happily as a pleasant tingling appears in hir cloaca. Arching hir back shi moans, feeling an egg pressing up against hir cervix. Hir body seized it, pulling it down with strong, well practiced muscles.
With only a small effort, hir first egg slipped out, rolling off hir tail onto the soft sand of the cave floor. A second followed, just as large as the first. They were both the size of a big watermelon. Shi expelled a third with a minimum of effort, it was tiny, perhaps half the size of the other two. It didn't matter how big they were, shi loved them all the same.
Valune was almost disappointed that hir belly had shrunk with the birth of hir eggs. Shi still had a few cubs inside hir to be born. It would take a few hours for hir cubs to develop, both those in hir eggs and those in hir belly. Purring shi began to lick hir eggs clean. "Beautiful babies, such wonderful babies. Are you going to grow up to be big and strong, hmm? Are you going to help care for your mommy?" Valune coos.
The dragon-cat went to caress hir belly, rub hir paws over the wonderful roundness, when shi noticed that hir breasts looked swollen. Shi ran a violet clawtip over one gently, gasping at how sensitive they were. Hir nipples looked deliciously puffy, as if barely unable to hold back the milk within.
With a soft squeeze a steady flow of milk leaked from Valune's teat. The soft touches and the sight of hir massively pregnant tummy were enough to send Valune into another fit of lust. Shi found hir inflated incredibly sexy. Shi felt hir pricks begin to grow erect again. Shi purred happily, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of hir manhood becoming aroused. Shi wrapped a paw around both shafts, stroking them lovingly.
Shi wanted to feel hir hot seed on hir pregnant belly, all of it this time. Or maybe... yes... Valune rolled onto hir tummy, hir hyper-sensitive nipples rubbing against the soft sand of the cave floor, the gentle rubbing sending a thrill through the dragon-cat's body. Valune twisted hir tail, filling hir cloaca with half of it's length.
Hir femsex longed to be filled as well, moaning softly shi picked up the small egg and began to work it in and out of hir dripping pussy. "I hope you don't mind, little one, but your mommy needs something hard inside hir." shi purred, using hir egg as a dildo. The smooth shell of the egg pushed into hir with very little resistance as hir precum coated it, lubing it up for easy penetration.
Shi moaned loudly as the egg suddenly seemed to get warm, very warm. It began to wiggle deliciously inside it's mother. It was incredible, the feeling of each and every sensual part of hir body being stimulated simultaneously. Shi could only imagine what it would feel like, being like this with a cock buried in each of her female sexes, and hir own maleness buried into the cunt or cloaca of one of hir daughters. Maybe laying on hir back, fully grown kits licking and sucking on hir nipples.
The dragon-cat howled once again as shi came, but the elation that shi felt vanished when shi heard a loud CRACK! from hir nether regions. Horrified shi rolled onto hir back, hir paws darting to hir crotch, dreading the feeling of gooey yolk and shattered shell. Shi pulled the cracked egg out of hir, but didn't find the oozing amount of yellow shi expected. Instead shi saw a tiny black, purple, and violet kit peering up at hir from inside the eggshell.
Quickly pulling the shell apart Valune cradled hir first born. Shi was so tiny, and so beautiful. The tiny dragonkit purred softly, looking up at hir mother with gorgeous blue eyes, just like hir mother's own. Valune licked the remainder of the egg fluids from hir daughter, and nuzzled the little kit's tummy with hir muzzle.
"I don't know what to call you little one, I've never been very good with names. Hmmm..." Valune thought for awhile. "Erona?" shi tried the name out on her tongue, a feminization of the Renakana word for one. The kit mewled happily. "Erona it is then, little kitten." Valune cooed, bringing hir daughter's mouth to a nipple, where the kit began to drink eagerly.
Moaning softly, Valune's other paw crept to the opposite breast, teasing hirself as hir beautiful firstborn nursed. Shi watched hir child's tummy begin to swell with all the nourishment inside. Erona drifted off to sleep with hir belly about the same proportion in regards to hir tiny body as hir mother's own pregnant tummy. Shi snored softly as shi slept.
Valune just sat cradling hir first kitten for a little while, feeling happy and proud. Erona was so small and cute, a miniature version of hir mother. Hir claws where tiny and blunt, and hir horns were just little nubs, but the rest was there, including a tiny sheath. A soft scaled lavender belly, soft black fur and blue stripes. Valune hoped that Erona would grow to be just as sexy as hirself.
The soft tingly feeling returned to hir crotch, followed by a gush of fluid onto hir tail. Setting Erona down in the sand nearby, Valune prepared to push hir kittens out of hir womb. With a tiny push the first kit slipped out of hir birth canal as if going down a slide. Valune cut the umbilical cord with a claw, licking the kit clean of hir fluids.
Recalling the Renakana word for two, she again converted it into a name. "Deti." the dragon-cat said to the larger kit, identical to Erona in looks, but a bit bigger. Shi pulled hir kit to a breast, where shi began to feed as hir sister was born. "Kezi." Valune names the second kit expelled from hir womb, repeating the process shi'd done for Kezi.
"Lashi." shi purred at the third. The hybrid felt disappointed at the sight of hir rapidly deflating belly. Shi wanted to be big and pregnant again as soon as shi could. "Jegna." shi named the fourth, and hir last. Hir tummy was still a little bit swollen, but not as much as Valune would like.
Shi purred happily, four little kits drinking their mama's milk. A pair of soft mews drew Valune's attention, hir last two kits struggling out of their eggs. Shi picked them up and put them into place on hir two remaining breasts, at which the kittens sucked hungrily.
Valune just lay on hir back, wrapping hir wings around hir kits and purred happily. The sight of hir first litter wriggling and suckling and snuggling was beautiful, and so erotic. Valune felt hirself becoming incredibly turned on by hir cubs tiny mouths and tongues. "Diru and Disa." shi named them.
A pleading "Myeah?" came from next to hir. Erona looked up at hir mother, crawling towards Valune. The kit had grown a bit, almost the same size as hir littermates, but still small. Shi licked hir lips hungrily.
"I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't have any place for you to... mmmmmm!" Valune moaned softly as hir daughter pounced onto hir, Erona taking the head of one of hir mother's cocks into hir mouth.
Erona held on with tiny paws, pulling hir mother's maleness against hirself. "Oh... oh kitten!" Valune mewled, the rough kitten tongue on hir shaft driving hir wild. Shi gasped as Erona twisted hir tail around, the tiny tail slipping in it's entirety into hir mother's cloaca. Shi began to pant as hir daughter slipped hir tiny maleness inside hir mother's waiting snatch.
Feeling the suckling motions ceasing from hir six kittens, Valune gently sat them onto the ground next to hir, where they curled up into a sleepy pile. Shi stroked Erona's hair gently, rubbing behind hir ears, drawing a happy purr from hir daughter. "Oh Erona, you make your mommy feel so nice."
The kitten grew very quickly, already larger then all of hir sisters. Perhaps two feet tall. Valune realized that Erona was being fed as shi was, through mating. Mother and daughter purred loudly, enjoying their coupling. Erona gently mated hir mother, bring both more pleasure as shi grew. Shi began to stroke Valune's second cock with a paw, eyes closed, nursing from hir mother's manhood.
"Fuck me, Erona! Fuck me harder, make me cum kitten! Make your mommy cum!" Valune purred, hir paws rubbing over hir daughter's head and back, the kitten's tiny wings flapped gently as shi thrust in and out of the bigger hybrid. Valune heard hir daughter squeak softly, pressing hir crotch up against hir mother as hard as shi could, putting hir tiny maleness as deep as shi could go, hir body tensing as shi cums.
Tiny needle-like teeth tickled Valune's cock as hir daughter bit down a little bit, drawing a loud moan from the adult dragon-cat. Erona wriggled and bucked, trying to draw hir mother into reward hir with hir creamy seed. The tail writhing in hir cloaca had hir nearly to orgasm, Erona took hir mother's cock as deep into hir throat as it would go was enough to set Valune off.
Valune howled as hir climax stuck, shooting hir seed down hir child's throat, covering hir head and back with the jets of cum from hir second member. Erona swallowed greedily, feeding off their climaxes. The kitten began to grow rapidly, nearly doubling in size. The kitten pulled out of hir mother, crawling up Valune's chest to stare into hir mother's eyes, kissing hir deeply.
The big dragon-cat returned the kiss, wrapping hir wings around hir daughter and pulling hir close. The two lay in an embrace for a moment, before Erona pulled away. Shi dropped to all fours, holding hir tail in the air. "Mate me, mommy. Make me your female." Erona purred.
Valune wrapped hir arms around hir daughter, cupping hir budding breasts, nibbling gently on the nape of hir daughter's neck. "I will, kitten, I will." Valune purred, using a paw to stroke hir dual shafts. "I want you, mommy, I need you inside me." Erona pleaded, rubbing hir bottom against hir mother's half-erect cocks.
"Ssssh ssssh sssh, kitten." Valune cooed, slipping a shaft into hir daughter's cunt and another into hir cloaca, drawing a soft moan from Erona.
"Oh, mommy, fill me up! I need your seed!" Erona begged.
"I promise, Erona." purred Valune, cupping Erona's breast with one paw, and wrapping the other around hir daughter's own cocks.
"Yes, mama, yes!" moaned Erona, caught in the pleasures of hir first female mating. Valune mewled loudly, Erona was so tight! The sensations were new to both mother and daughter, Valune never having mated an actual female with hir cocks save for hirself.
"Oh Erona, you feel so good on my members." Valune purred to hir child.
"Your cocks make me feel good too, mommy." Erona purrs back. The two hold their bodies close, daughter wrapped hir tail around hir mother's leg, mother wrapping hir wings around hir daughter. Both begin to pant, to moan, the powerful pleasurable sensation overwhelming them.
"C'mon, mommy! Cum for me, fill me up!" Erona howls.
Valune could only pant and moan, hir daughter milking hir dicks so nicely. Erona threw hir head back, twsiting hir long neck. Mother and daughter entwine tongues, kissing as best they could. Valune could see the lust in hir daughter's eyes, can see the need to have hir seed. "Gonna cum kitten, gonna... GONNA..." Valune gasped.
Mother and daughter roared with orgasm, Valune filling Erona's cunt and cloaca with hot, sticky dragonseed. Quaking with the power of their climaxes, the two fell to the ground, rolling onto their sides, cuddling.
Valune could feel Erona's body growing, maturing into hir full adult state. Erona made an excited squeak, watching hir belly swell along with hir body.
"Mommy, I'm gonna have kittens too!" shi purred excitedly. "Thank you, mommy." Erona says, hugging hir mother with one arm, slowly stroking hir expanding tummy with the other.
"Oooh!" Valune purrs, feeling hir own belly beginning to expand. Valune sits up, watching hir daughter, now hir own size, the kitten's breasts growing bigger, filling with milk.
Erona looks up happily at hir mother, "I'm full of your kittens, and you're filled with mine. This feels so wonderful, mommy." Erona purrs.
"I know my kitten, I love it too, having a big round belly full of life." said Valune with a smile. "You look so sexy full of kits, Erona."
"You too, mama." Erona replied, pulling hirself up to sit next to hir mother and lean on hir shoulder. Valune is astonished to find hir kitten is bigger then shi is, by at least six inches of height.
The two snuggled together, their bellies expanding with kittens. A sleepy yawn attracted the attention of both. One of Eroan's littermates has woken up. The remaining six kittens had digested their meal of milk and were now half grown. They were almost impossible to tell apart to anyone else, but minor differences in muzzle shape, horn position, and stripe placement make it easy for Valune and Erona to tell the kits apart.
Kezi nuzzled the two egg born kits, Diru and Disa, awakening them. Diru climbed on top of hir sister, the two sharing a kiss. Stroking hirself to arousal, Kezi entered both hir sisters. Lashi and Deti awoke, laying opposite ways. With curious tongues and paws they began to explore each other. Jegna mewed softly, getting to her feet, looking for a partner.
Finding everyone occupied the kitten's eyes began to tear up. Shi mewled sadly, looking at hir sisters all occupied. Her gaze turned to hir mother and older sister, and shi scampered toward them.
"It's ok, Jegna, you can play with me, sister." Erona purred. Jegna mewed happily, slowly lowering hirself onto hir elder sister's shafts.
Valune found hirself growing aroused once more at the sight of her kittens playing with each other, they all looked so happy. The two egg-born sisters were primarily occupied with snuggling and kissing one another, cuddling happily while Kezi mated their cunts. With so many sex organs Lashi and Deti were having quiet a time exploring each other with their forked tongues. And hir oldest and youngest, fully grown Erona, and little Jegna. The kitten pressed up against hir big sister's tummy, tongue lolling out, a look of bliss on hir face.
Valune smiled down at hir kitten. "Here daughter, let my use that mouth of yours." Valune says with a smile, placing hir paws on Erona's shoulders, allowing Jegna to take hir cocks into hir mouth.
The cavern filled with the purring of eight hybrid creatures, mating and snuggling and feeding off the energy produced by their acts. Within an hour eight fully grown and pregnant hybrids, nearly identical in appearance, lay snuggling together, all deliciously pregnant, curled around a clutch of eggs, awaiting their hatching.
Erona gasped softly, hir paws darting to hir belly. "Just push, kitten, push gently, it's easy." Valune purrs to hir firstborn.
With a soft mewl, Erona expelled hir first kit. Shi peered down at hir daughter with awe and wonderment. "Oh, mama, shi's so beautiful. Thank you!" Erona whispered, stroking hir mother's muzzle with a paw.
Valune picked up her grand-kitten, cleaning hir up and handing hir to Erona to nurse. "I think that once our kittens are fully grown up that we ought to go out and explore this place, it's our home and we should know as much as we can about it." said Valune, to the nods of all hir kits.
The elder hybrid looked over hir brood, smiling. Shi felt complete. Shi had a home. Shi had a family. In hir eldest daughter shi had a mate, and hir mate's kits in hir belly. Shi had a whole world to explore, a world that belonged entirely to hir and hir offspring.
A happy mew escaped hir throat as shi felt the now familiar tingle of birth. Looking around shi saw hir kittens entering the stages of childbirth as well. As shi looked over them, Valune knew that shi would never go back to being someone's pet. Shi had more then shi needed here, hir kits would never abandon hir, they would never hurt hir, they loved hir and shi loved them.
"I love you, my kittens." shi purred.
"We love you too, mama." they all answered, each and every one of them bathing in the love and affection of hir sisters and suckling kittens.
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Journey to Another World 3 Ch. 20 (Authors note: I'm glad that you reader/s have enjoyed the story this far. Chapter 50 is something quite special to me, because I never thought that this story would be taken so far. It's all thanks to you reader/s, for sticking with this this far and helping to keep my interests in this story going. And just for that I'm making this one quite long, so enjoy and thanks again.)
You never know how much you'll miss something until it's taken away from you. The same thing goes for someone that you deeply care about. And by the way that these girls were constantly sticking by my side, (As well as in the bathroom, though I'd told them I'd be fine) I knew that they loved me deeply.
After the initial shock from the doctor telling me/us that we were in Hearthome city, that I'd been unconscious for nearly a week, the girls had nearly cried themselves to dehydration from how worried they were about me, I finally started to recover.
For the next three days they had me on bed-rest. Finally I couldn't put up with sitting on my rump any longer and practically fought my way out of the place. (Of course I had my cloths on at the time. Rather than the awkward back open gown that they seem to favor so much. P ) The final thing that allowed the doctors to let me leave was the girls promising up and down that they wouldn't allow me to get out of their sight, not even for a moment. So putting on a simple pair of blue pants, white shirt, socks of course, my new pair of hiking boots, we all left the hospital room and the Pokemon center.
Once outside I stood up on the top of my toes, spread out my arms as far as they would go, and took in a deep breath of the dirty/un-alcohol cleaned air. "I'd almost forgotten what fresh air smells like."
"Are you sure you should be up and about Donovin? You know you can rest a little longer if you would like." Jenavee said to me as I took my first steps outside the center.
"Jenavee is right Donovin. I would...I mean, we would feel much better if you would at least stay in bed for at least another day." Rena said as well.
I took a long sigh and dropped my head. A brief memory popped into my head as to when I was still in bed. It was one thing to help me to eat, entirely something else to have three girls argue over who was going to give me a sponge bath. Now don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the attention for the first few days, but when each day you have three girls fawning over you, enough was enough. 'I just wish that these girls would allow me the chance to breath.'
I slowly turned and all three girls gave me the look of 'Don't...even...say...it.' And yet again, a mighty swordsman falls to his knees at the mere look of an angry women. In my case, three angry women. So with that Rena took up my right arm and Jenavee my left, while Kit took it upon herself to growl at anyone that even came close. Even when I had the slightest notion of telling them that I could walk on my own, I got that look. 'I'm going to have a long talk with these girls once were back at the center tonight.'
"So where did you want to go in the first place Donovin?" Jenavee asked me.
"That is right. You never did tell us where you wanted to go. You seemed quite insistent to get out of the center this morning."
"Can you girls blame me?" I stopped walking and looked at all three of them. "It's not like I don't enjoy being taken care of by three beautiful girls. It's just that..." All three of them looked up at me with twinkles in their eyes. 'Sheesh. If they keep up that look, I'll never be able to get in a word edgewise.' "I just needed to get out and get some fresh air. If I stay cooped up in that room, I'll never get my strength back. Much less get the things that we need to get taken care of done while were here?"
All three girls looked at each other. "Don't tell me you girls forgot the whole reason why we came here." Jenavee and Kit looked at each other with dumbfounded looks while Rena just put her fist to her head, stuck her tongue out, and closed one eye.
"Well I do not know about the others, but I did not forget." Rena said.
I took a step back and placed my hands on my hips and looked directly at her while I leaned towards her. "Oh really Rena. You mind sharing with the other girls why we came all this way then." I gave her a knowing smirk and tilted my head to the side. "Hmmm?"
With that she placed her hand behind her head and laughed. "Hay now, that is not fair." She said.
"Well come on Rena. Both Kit and I are waiting. Miss smarty pants. Tell us all why we are all here." Rena started to show this bit of a panicked look on her face. She'd been busted and she knew it.
She walked away, turned her back on us, and crossed her arms. "Alright already. I do not know. It is not like either of you two know." She looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Jenavee and Kit.
I just simply smirked and stood upright, which caused several pops to be heard from my back. "That's what I get for lying down for so long. Ouch." I twisted around for a minute and the sound of several other pops were heard as well. Once I was done stretching I looked at the girls to see that they all had worried looks on their faces. "Now wait a minute." I threw up my arms to defend myself against some concerned patting and checking to see if I was alright. "I was just stretching. No need to be worried." With that, all three girls smiled and went back to their original position around me.
"So tell us already. Where are we going today?" Jenavee asked first with innocence, then quickly grew stern. "It had better not be to far form the center. Otherwise we will just have to drag you back there and do it ourselves."
"It's not that far. Or I think it's not that far." I looked around. "I just want to find out where we can make those Poffins is all. And if we have some time..." 'Or these girls allow me some time.' "I'd like to find out how to make them as well."
"Oh that is right. We were heading here to make Poffins." Jenavee said as her eyes went wide in realization.
"To make our other sister, Feebas, evolve." Rena scratched at her muzzle. "But evolve into what?" She asked as she looked up at me.
"To evolve Feebas into a Milotic silly. That way...wait a minute. Did you just say that Feebas was...your other sister?" I looked at Rena, but she was looking away at something or probably sniffing at something.
"I am surprised that you did not know." I looked over at Jenavee. "Both Rena and I knew that Feebas was a girl ever since the first day that we met." She tilted her head to the side. "I thought you knew. As a matter of a fact, I though all trainers knew the gender of their Pokemon once they caught them."
"Well, unfortunately some trainers have gone their whole carriers as a trainer, thinking that all Pokemon are the same sex. And that the eggs that they lay are a the only way that they find out." All three girls turned and looked at me. "Wait a minute. It's not like I didn't know. I new the first time that I saw the three of you that you all were beautiful angels." 'Damn that was close. I nearly dug myself my own grave with that.'
All three girls pressed together and looked deeply into my eyes. "Really." They said in complete unison, as well as drawing out the word.
'Shit another trap. Got to think, got to think.' "Now wait a minute. Aren't we supposed to be looking for that Poffin place. If were going to evolve Feebas to come anywhere near you threes level of beauty, then were going to need to find that Poffin place and make some of those Poffins to evolve her into a Milotic." So I pointed off towards a random building. "Now off to the Poffin making place." I said as I walked past the girls.
"That is right. We need to stop wasting time and find that Poffin p..." Jenavee shook her head. "Wait a minute. Donovin, you still have not answered my question." She looked around. "Hold on. Where did he go." She raised up her hand and clenched it into a fist. "Darn it Donovin. If you think for even a second that you can escape that easily. You are sourly mistaken. Come on girls, it is time for a chase." All three girls nodded and split up to search for their evasive master.
(A quick chase and an hour later.)
I quickly opened up a door and ducked inside, then quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Damn that was close." I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "It's like one of those question that you know that either way you answer, you've dug your own grave. Though this time I'd be dead, decapitated, and then buried. Then all three girls would be laughing over my grave." I slid down the door and took a deep relieved sigh. "I'll just wait in here for a minute and let those three calm down a bit before I go outside again."
"Um sir?" I turned and saw a girl standing over me. "Um is there anything I can help you with?"
I closed my eyes, smiled, and rubbed the back of my head. "Sorry about this. But would it be alright if I just stay in here for a minute. I've got some..." 'Very pissed of girls outside looking for me.' "People who I'd rather not face off against right now, after me." I pleaded both my palms together and pleaded. "So please let me stay in here for a minute."
"Well that's no problem sir. But I must ask you to at least step away from the door, as we might have customers that would like to enter."
'Wait a minute. Customers?' "Customers?"
"Well certainly sir. After all, this is where people go to make Poffins for their Pokemon." I slowly opened my eyes again and was amazed by what I saw. It was like the home-ec class back in high school. (Or in other words, a giant kitchen) "If you'd like I could show you how to make some Poffins while you...um...avoid those people." I instantly jumped to my feet and grabbed both her hands.
"That'd be great." I looked at the girl for the first real time. The girl was of course dressed in a cooks apron that was well pushed out by her chests (You perv. Get your mind out of the gutter. P ), a long skirt that went over her feet, a blue long sleeved shirt, and brown eyes that matched her hair which reached down to the middle of her lower back. "So, where do we start."
About another hour later, I was a master at making Poffins that were decent in size and a little soft on the inside while the outside was nice and crunchy (Getting hungry for some cookies yet?). Or at least, pretty good at it. "Oh my, and who might those three Pokemon belong to?" I heard the girl who went by the name Loren say.
'So this is where you have been hiding. Probably just flirting with that girl in there. Oh you are so going to get it once you come out of there.'
'I'll see you soon Aunt Gertrude.' Dum Dum De Dum. Dum De Dum De Dum De Dum. (Funeral music) I thought as I looked towards heaven.
"Donovin watch it. Your going to burn your Poffins again." Loren scolded me again.
"What." I looked down and could see that there was small darker puffs of smoke rising from the pot. "Damn." I quickly started mixing the mixture again. "Shoot, that was close. Sorry about that Loren. Guess I kind of got distracted there for a minute." 'Damn. I new that they would eventually find me, but right in front of when I'm about to finish up the Poffins that we needed. And I nearly burnt the Poffins.'
'Wait a minute Jenavee. I think he just said that he is making Poffins in there. Alright Donovin you had better explain who that girl is in five seconds or...'
I knew that if I looked behind me right then that I'd no doubt see her make the decapitation move with her paw. 'Alright, alright. The girl that you see helping me is Loren. She's the one that is teaching me how to make Poffins. And not just Poffins for Feebas, ones for all three of you as well.'
'All three of us?' Rena asked in a shocked tone.
'That's right.' I took a sigh. 'Poffins to make fur more shinny, Poffins to make skin more smooth, and even Poffins to make...Well just about everything better.' "Say Loren. I need to pop this batch into the oven really quick. Is there any open right now?" I asked, not taking my attention off the mixture.
"Ya, oven number five is open and preheated. Go ahead."
"Thanks." I took the mixture and poured it onto a greased cookie sheet and spread them into several clumps, then threw the whole thing into the oven to bake. Just then I heard the sound of the doors bell chime and knew that the girls had just entered.
"Oh my. And who's Pokemon are these?"
I looked over my shoulder and could see that, sure enough, it was all three of my girls. "Actually." I removed my oven mitts. "All three of these Pokemon are my lovely girls." I placed my mittens on the counter and shut off the gas stove. "We have Jenavee the Gardevoir."
"Nice to meet you." She said as I saw her do a little curtsy while lifting up her gown a little. (Ya you find a word for those things that a Gardevoir has that go over it's legs)
"Rena the Lucario."
"Also a pleasure, miss Loren." She placed a paw over her chest and nodded.
"Oh please. Just call me Loren." She said with a blush.
"Last but certainly not least, Kit. The Ninetails."
She said something between and aw and an oh, then practically tackled Kit to the floor while hugging her. "I absolutely love Ninetails. There snowy white fur, those long tipped tails, of there the most beautiful of all the Pokemon out there." But she didn't hug her long as she held her out and took a long look at her. "Wait a minute. This is a shiny Ninetails. Oh I love shiny Ninetails so much more!"
I knew the question that was about to come. "No you can't have her, Loren."
"Why not. There the most beautiful Pokemon out there. I promise that I'll take really good care of her."
To which I couldn't help but laugh. "You almost sound like a little kid asking his parent to keep a pet they found. And the answer is still no." I turned back to the oven and switched on the light. "Now all I have to do is wait for the right time and then remove these Poffins and set them out to cool." I looked back over my shoulder and could see that she was rubbing her cheek against Kit's cheek. The look that Kit was giving me was almost pleading for help, to which I couldn't help but chuckle. "Careful Loren. If you keep doing that, you might just end up with an extra burner around here."
She quickly let go of Kit and stood up. "I'm sorry Kit. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She walked over to me. "She's very beautiful Donovin." Then whispered. "Though I would recommend that you take her out and get that fur of hers brushed out. It's looking a little...neglected, if you know what I mean."
I looked over, but couldn't really see what she was talking about. 'Well she did just get a up close and personal feel with her. I guess she would know about that. Come to think of it, I don't remember the last time I spoiled any of my girls.' I smiled to myself, making sure that this private thought was actually heard. 'That's right. Since were in the town where there are Pokemon contests, and I just won a lot of things from those kids a while back. I think I'll spoil all three girls tonight.'
I heard gasps from all three girls at once behind me. 'Thought they'd pick up on that one. Still, I have to wonder if Kit can hear my thoughts as well?' I looked into the oven again. 'Have to think about that some other time. Got to concentrate on these little guys.'
About an hour later, all four of us walked out with the fresh baked smell of Poffins coming out of a large paper bag that I was carrying. "Don't forget to come on back if you need to make some more Poffins." I turned and saw Loren standing out side the building, smiling while she waving her hand in the air.
"Thanks Loren." I raised up the bag. "I'm sure..."
"Of course we will Loren." Rena said as she popped another hot Poffin into her mouth, then licked at her lips.
"If you keep that up Rena. We will probably see her tomorrow for more of them." Jenavee scolded her.
"I can not help it. Our master is a great cook. Who knew?"
Jenavee walked up to me, I lowered the bag, she took one, and then took a small nibble of the Poffin. Only to practically stuff the remainder of the Poffin into her mouth. "It almost makes up for the time when he forgot to cook us that spaghetti a while back."
"Wait a minute. You remember that?" She only nodded. I closed my eyes and sighed. Just then I heard a whimper. I didn't even get the chance to look down as Kit raised herself up, placed her forepaws on my shoulders and snatched a Poffin right out of the bag. Only to gobble it down while still up against me. "Darn it Kit. Get down before you...make...me...Wow." Bang. "Fall." I said as I landed right on my ass. (Author: Now let me tell you. That's one of the reasons why being tall sucks. It's a long way down) "And yet once again the old saying, 'The larger they are, the harder they fall', is proven once again. Ouch." To which all three girls began to laugh.
So in order to finish off this perfect day for the girls, we headed back to the Poke-Mart to sell off the supplies I'd pilfered from those two campers (Though all three girls decided that they would wait outside the Poke-Mart, and guard the Poffins that they thought was still in the brown bag), I'd actually placed all the Poffins into my pack and went into to the PokeMart, sold off nearly all the supplies from the campers, purchased many different beauty supplies, and then finally went back to the center with the girls. I could almost swear that the whole time that I placed the Poffins into my pack that they were constantly staring at it. It almost made me afraid that they copy Kit's move, (knocking me down to get at them) and then tear through the pack to start stuffing themselves. 'If they do that. I wont have any to use to evolve Feebas.'
So to avoid their hungry eyes and stomachs, I quickly started picking up my pace. Only to have them match me pace for pace, no matter how fast I walked/jogged/ or ran. I didn't stop running until I reached the Pokemon center. Nearly gasping for breath, 'Where's the speed boost when you need it. Damn these girls can run'. I said to myself as all three girls were clinging onto me. Either trying to get into my pack, or see what I'd purchased at the center by trying to look into the bag that I was carrying.
"Alright you three. OFF!" Fortunately there must have been some sense left in them as they finally let me go. "Look." I said as I turned around and faced them all. "I know that you all want to get pampered silly, but your going to have to wait until we get up to our room. Not to mention, I baked these Poffins for everyone, not just you three. And if you eat them all, I'll have to go out and make some more for Feebas. Furthermore if we don't give Feebas some of these, she's never going to be able to evolve and help us along on our journey."
All three of them lowered their heads and said, "Alright. Sorry Donovin".
I couldn't help but smirk as I looked at all three of them. It was almost like I'd caught them with all three of their hands in the cookie or should I say Poffin jar. I let out a long sigh, "It's alright girls. Now I know that I was in the hospital for a few days, so I need one of you to get a key from Nurse Joy for a regular room." Jenavee was quick to pick up that job. With that all three of us headed up the stairs to our room. "Next I would greatly appreciate it if someone were to get the door, since I've got my hands full." To which Jenavee gave the key to Rena and she opened to the door, which was a little bit of a chore since she didn't have opposable thumbs. Then we all went into the dark room. "And finally..." But I didn't need to say anything as Kit bounded around the room and pulled on the small chains of the lamps, turning them all on with her tails.
'Dang. These girls can't wait to be pampered.' I said to myself as I looked over my shoulder and saw that they all were sitting on the bed, watching my every move with either intent eyes or wagging tails. Setting my pack down on the bed I set the bag down on the table and start sorting through it. 'I've got several different types of shampoos and such, three different brushes for different times of their pampering, and finally those Poffins.' I looked over my shoulder and was thankful that I had enough foresight to wrap the ones that were for Feebas in a small handkerchief at the bottom of the pack.
'Now I know the answer to the next question.' "Who wants to be the first to get spoiled rotten?" Both Rena and Jenavee quickly jumped up and responded with a 'me first', but it was Kit who got my attention as she quickly tackled me to the floor again. Of course it hurt when my ass his the floor but I couldn't help but laugh while she gave me cheeks a full on tongue bath. "A...Alright Kit. Enough with the tongue. That thing tickles." Finally she let me up and I rubbed her cheek, "Well I guess that makes you first Kit". But when I looked past her to make sure that both Rena and Jenavee had their cheeks puffed out, arms crossed, and were back to back on either side of the bed. Obviously not to happy about not being first to be spoiled.
I couldn't help but laugh embarrassingly at that. So I got up, grabbed a bottle of Ninetails special shampoo, then walked us into the bathroom. I didn't notice but before I closed the door that Kit had given the other girls a raspberry.
Now let me tell you, trying to wash someone that has nine actual tails that can move independently of each other is quite a chore, as she would often use them to sneak around to either tickle me under my arms or give my rump a nice swat. She would give me a special hard swat whenever I would wash her underside or near her thighs, then would proceed to start giggling in her own Ninetails fashion.
Now things were starting to get a little heated as I would get into some of the more, shall we say, private areas. I don't know what it was but for some reason I was becoming increasingly bothered by something. I didn't realize what it was until there came a banging at the door. "Come on Donovin. There are other people out here that need to get in there and get cleaned up." Rena said through the door. That had snapped me out of the haze that I'd been in and realized that their was a very interesting scent in the room.
This one smelled like that of cinnamon and was coming from...Kit! Oh shit! I jumped up, lunged at the door, quickly opened up the door, and quickly ran out of the room while holding my nose. "Donovin what is wrong. Why did you run out of..."
"Jenavee. Can you not smell it. For crying out loud. No wonder he came out of there running. The rooms heavy with Kits smell." Rena said as she sniffed the air inside the bathroom.
"Wait what?" Jenavee walked to the door and took a long sniff. "You are right Rena. No wonder they were taking so long in there." She looked back at me to see that I had my head out the window. Trying my best to clear my head and nose of that intoxicating smell.
(Private conversation between Kit, Rena, and Jenavee)
'Do you think?'
'I do not need to think Jenavee. I know. If I did not knock on the door like I had, those two would probably be going at it right now.'
"Whine" (Translation: Did I do something wrong?)
'That is right Kit. You almost did something very wrong with our master. On top of that you almost broke the agreement that we all had.'
'Well it is not like she had any control over her body right now Jenavee.'
'Wait a minute Rena. You mean...'
'Yes. I am starting to feel the same way that I did back when first tried to leave that last town.'
"Whine." (Translation: I feel so uncomfortable.)
'You both can not be serious. I have not even gotten with him since the first time. There is no way that I am going to let you two have a go at him without me.'
'Wait a minute. Are you subjecting suggesting what I think your suggesting.'
'I will go along with it. As long as I am the first to bed him.'
(Meanwhile somewhere else in Sinnoh)
"I am sorry sir but when we sent our operatives to our outpost in Eternai City, we found it to be completely empty." A grunt says to an overly large monitor to a very upset face that is shrouded in darkness. The only thing that can be seen in the shadowy darkness of the face is that the head is propped up on interlaced fingers, while the obvious male face has on a set of dark glass that hide the malicious eyes of their leader.
"Explain!" The voice comes over the speakers of the monitor in an obvious pissed off tone.
"From what..." The operative takes a moment to finally swallow the overly large lump that has lodged itself in his throat. "From what we can gather sir, is that he was there again."
"And what of Juniper!? Why is it that you have to give me this report and not her!?" The face continues to rise in anger as blood vessels in the faces forehead start to show.
The grunt tries but fails at swallowing another lump in his throat. "I'm sorry sir, but she's..."
BAM. The grunt flinches as the sound of a fist is slammed on a table on the faces side of the screen. "Damn it not again. It's just like what happened with Mars at the Wind Works. What of the breeding center? Is that operation still running, or has he gotten his hands into that too?" The grunt nods his head. The face disappears from view for a moment, then returns later. Looking like much of the rage has passed in the face. "And where is he now. You'd had better not tell me you lost him."
Sweat quickly starts to show on the grunts face as he pulls a the collar of his silver and black outfit. "After he emerged from the Pokemon center here, he headed for cycle road..."
"AND!" The grunt pulls at his collar again but can't seem to find the words that will save his hide. "By your expression I take it that you DID loose sight of him." The grunt allows his head to fall, as he awaits for the obvious anger that is about to fall on him. Instead the only thing he hears is fingers drumming on a tabletop. "That must mean that there is a good chance that he's heading for Hearthome City, if he isn't already there."
The grunt raises his head and looks up at the monitor. The face is now rubbing it's chin. "Orders..." Gulp. 'Finally got that lump down.' "Orders Sir?"
The face stops rubbing it's chin, then rests it's hands on it's interlaced fingers again. "I want all grunts and officers to head down to Hearthome City. Use any means necessary to either stop or kill that overgrown giant."
The grunt slaps his arms to his sides and bows to the screen. "As you wish, master Cyrus." He stands upright again and throws out his right arm palm up. "For the creation of the perfect world." The face nods and the screen goes dark. 'How in the world are we supposed to go up against a giant that wield a damn sword?' He thinks.
In a building far off in the distance the lights slowly come on in an office like building. 'If those pathetic grunts can't stop that giant, then I'll have no choice but to send Saturn after him.' The man stands up and walks over to a set of blinds and pulls a cord. The dark blinds turn and allow the man to look out the evening light. The man looks up at the towering Mt. Cornet. 'If he defeats Saturn like he did with Mars and Jupiter then it'll be up to me to make our dream a reality.' In his eyes are reflected the mountain as he looks from the base to the clouds that hide the upper portion of the giant mountain.
(Author: Hay everyone, it's totall again. I just wanted to tell you that I've enjoyed writing this series for all you Pokemon fans, but I have some bad news. I don't know where I'm going next. I have been neglecting the other series for a while, as I'm sure you know, and I would like to know what I should do about that. If you readers want me to continue to focus on this series, drop me a line and tell me to keep it going. Otherwise, tell me to focus on the others. If you fans want me to continue with this series then I'll just take a little brake and make sure that I don't hit one of those really bad writers blocks, that seem to plague most writers at some point or another. So drop me a line or a comment, and please rate me. Thanks again for the support and comments. Laters)
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Isotope belongs to his player. Segremores is me.
Change for the Better
by Segremores Moon, a commission for Amotose
My eyes wandered over the bed, taking in the unfamiliar sight of the plain blue sheets, which matched the darker blue carpeting to a degree. The bedroom I was in was unfamiliar for the most part. I didn't belong here, and had it not been for the invitation of the little dragon laying next to me, just as nude as I was, I wouldn't have been there at all that night.
The shorter dragon was laying there, little wings spread out along his part of the bed, his golden eyes staring upward at the plain-white ceiling, obviously thinking about something. This distraction gave me the opportunity to examine him a bit closer, as he'd been shy around me at first. His lithe body was composed of a dark scale color, even darker than my gray-and-tan complexion. Down his belly ran another color, a deep red which clashed with his black scales. His wing membranes matched mine in that the red color was there as well, though his ear fans were black. A crown of golden horns sprouted from his head, and turned into several spikes which I knew traveled down his spine, despite the fact that I couldn't see them now.
I chuckled softly, which made him look over at me, his eyes flicking to mine, then over my pierced earfans and probably over my own crown of black horns.
"What's so funny?" He asked in a nervous tone, starting to sit up slowly, which made me aware of his naked form all the more. His tail swished over the sheets a bit, and his package lay on the bed as he sat up, a nice set of balls and a dark sheath, which more than matched his stature. Isotope was not a child by any means, he was well into his adult years, but fate had dealt him the short card, and it showed. He was a small guy all around, and very cute because of it.
"Just you," I replied in my own soft-yet-warm voice, smiling a little. "I'm being patient, I know this is a big decision for you." Iso nodded a little at this, twiddling the white claws of his fingers against each other as he futzed about the reason that I was there in the first place. He tried to glance casually at my naked groin, at my prominent erection that had been a constant factor for the past ten minutes, which was how long ago he had asked me to do him a 'favor.'
I looked down at my maleness as well, the firm erection turgid over my belly, reaching a little past my navel, and being at least two and a half fingers wide. It was quite a beauty to be sure, and something that I had been known for, especially because of the pair of orbs swaying beneath it at all times. I gently cupped my balls for his benefit, smiling back over at him.
"Just imagine being able to feel that every day," I cooed seductively, sliding my paw up my shaft a little, then gently rolling the thick foreskin back along the pitch-black head of my member, causing me to rumble involuntarily. Isotope leaned closer, his nostrils flaring a little bit at my male scent.
"I... I think I'm ready now," he finally said, a little conviction in his voice. Initiative gleamed in his golden eyes as he looked up at me, then knelt next to my cock, leaning forward to give the tip a kiss, which made me sigh a little from the sensation.
I laid back on the bed, relaxing and stretching out a little, my cock stood straight at attention with my paw around its base. My other paw searched for the small cylinder of lubricant I had brought with me, lost in the big bed somewhere. Ah, there it was. I picked it up, popping the top and gently squirting a generous helping along my cock. The lube was warm, which caused me to twitch happily as it spread over my loins as I rubbed over it with my other paw, Iso's paws helping out a little as he gave my head another good kiss.
Sufficiently lubricated, I nodded softly to him, it was time. He hesitated for a moment, then stood up on shaky legs, clearly excited and nervous at doing this. Turning around, his tail lifted into the air, exposing his puckered hole and getting ready to sit on my shaft.
"Take it slowly, Isotope, it's a little big," I warned him. A nod in reply was all I got before his rump was resting against my tip, then suddenly taking it in. I groaned, he groaned even louder than I did with his higher-pitched voice. I could feel every tight movement of his ring slurping down my shaft. Incredibly, the little guy was taking it all in stride, sinking down my cock like a pro, even though the big thing filled him so full. I could feel every involuntary muscle twitch within him as he tried to fit the whole thing.
A few seconds later, he was sitting on my groin, my big cock all the way inside, and throbbing happily. He continued to pant softly and my paws gently rubbed over his back as he was faced away from me, the proper position for what was to come next.
"Alright, Iso, curl your legs around my balls and rest your feet against rump like I told you, keep your tail against my belly," I gently instructed him. His form moved slowly, gently resting the whole length of his tail straight along my belly, up to my sternum. I could feel him tucking his legs in against my balls, and moved softly so that his footpaws could rest against my ass. He was finally ready.
I held his hips, being sure that he didn't try to pull away from me for this first crucial part. It could be disastrous for both of us. My eyes closed in concentration, feeling my cock throb and flex inside his warm insides, throbbing harder each time, beating along with my firm heartbeat. Suddenly, as I expected it to, it throbbed hard enough that it felt like my heartbeat was escaping into his insides, which made him gasp along with me at the sensation.
We both felt it, my circulatory system mingling with his, hooking up to my groin flesh steadily, my heartbeat radiating into his little body with each pulse, converting his flesh steadily as his organs began to shut down. I rubbed over his back with a rumble.
"Feel it happening, Iso?" I smiled and cooed to him, he could only gasp, but nodded in reply. At this point, I could feel my scrotal flesh expanding, pushing out around his legs, covering over them slowly. He moved his legs a little in protest, but accepted his fate as they were completely covered over, his legs vanishing in the blob that my sac had become. I could feel his legs turning gradually into testicular flesh, converted and added to my already-sizeable balls, making me and him groan loudly as the bulging flesh became more smooth, more oblong, until two huge nuts were resting between my legs instead.
He looked down over my new testicles in amazement, reaching down with his paws and rubbing over the warm, smooth surface of that flesh, groaning a little to me.
"Oh god, it's really happening, isn't it?" He asked, his voice a little squeaky with excitement. I nodded to him, petting over his back as I noticed it changing from scales to dark, smooth flesh instead, starting from his rump and moving gradually upward, which caused him to shiver at the sensation of growing nerve endings there.
"Just relax, and enjoy, I'll take care of you, Iso," I rumbled to him. I took his paws in mine, guiding them to his sides as I noticed his hips about to change shape. He moved with me, letting me guide him, his paws sinking into his rump and disappearing. His ass narrowed into a thick base-like structure, looking much more natural protruding from my groin. His tail followed suit next, sinking gently into my front, leaving only a line of dark scales from my new cock-base all the way to my sternum, almost like a happy trail.
The final part of the transformation was underway at that point. I rumbled and rubbed over his form as thick veins appeared along his flesh. His body started to narrow slowly from his waist upward, arms all but disappearing completely now as his flesh was taken, transformed softly. His lungs were gone by this point, so the only noises were a few wheezing moans from him, then a cough as he spurted a bunch of clear, thick precum from his open maw.
I rubbed up and down his form as it began to become firm and fleshy, his bones completely disappearing, replaced by my powerful heartbeat. I groaned the whole time, loving the sensation of having such an enormous member, especially since I was making it out of a friend, his scales turning completely into dark flesh.
The transformation ended next to his head, flesh suddenly growing in a bunch behind his unchanged head, the new foreskin forming thickly. His horns receded softly into his skull, his head leaning back as he groaned, looking at me one last time before the foreskin rolled up and over his head completely.
I lay there, watching with a grin as the head plumped up within the foreskin, becoming smooth and shiny, and losing any former bulge of his facial features. When it was done, the flesh pulled back again, revealing a massive, dark head with a perfectly-formed cumslit at the tip, drooling precum.
Isotope was still there, still feeling everything, and I could feel him in my cock, as my cock. I stroked over him firmly with both paws, groaning loudly, leaning up to sit at the edge of the bed with my now massive genitals hanging over the edge. Isotope began to shrink, the former dragon turned cock becoming more reasonably-sized. I stroked over his veiny back as my flesh creaked a little, only becoming about a foot and a half long, and four fingers thick.
"Mmm, how is that, Iso? Everything you ever dreamed?" I asked my shaft, knowing that he couldn't hear me. I stroked over him with my paw, slowly masturbating, feeling his pleasured spirit inside my dark cock as I gave myself pleasure. I found myself on my feet with a gleam in my eye, heading toward his chest of drawers. My cock, Isotope, bobbed and waved like a big, drooling baseball bat the whole time, throbbing happily atop my huge balls, wanting to be emptied so bad.
Opening the top drawer of the dresser, I found what I was looking for. Isotope had a panty fetish, and arranged in neat little rows were all of this girly under-things. I smiled, gently guiding my cock into the drawer amongst all those lady's things, groaning at the sensations of soft or smooth fabrics touching my member, making it shudder and drool precum all over, soaking those panties through.
I was going to cum. Standing there by the open drawer, I aimed my massive tip into it, stroking myself frantically, my big paws rolling over my length, feeling every new inch, every swollen vein. I could feel my balls pulling up against my form, ready to release into that mess of panties. Finally, I was pushed over the edge, roaring out loudly as my loins released.
I looked down as my tip spasmed, then gushed a huge splatter of dragon spooge into the drawer, dousing a pair of panties with little strawberries on it first, then radiating out from there, soaking the drawer and the underwear through with my musky leavings. I could barely stand, it felt so good to release so much, making me have to rest one of my paws against the wall for support while the other continued to aim Iso into the drawer itself.
"Ohhhh... Isotope..." I groaned softly to my member, giving it a squeeze as my orgasm began to taper off, finally finishing with a few more drips of milky cum. I had to stand there for a good minute, catching my breath, licking my lips, giving my spent shaft a few good strokes to make sure that all of the spooge was drained from the length.
I managed to push myself away from the drawer with a sigh, closing it up again. No one would know unless they opened it anyway. The idea of what I was leaving behind made me chuckle as I searched for my clothing, picking up my extra-large jockstrap, the one I knew I'd need after this.
Isotope wouldn't cooperate at first, staying erect for a few minutes after the grand explosion in his own panty drawer, but I finally managed to tuck him away in my thong, my groin bulging in a particularly satisfying way. I stood in front of the mirror with a grin, rubbing over that bulge, feeling Iso respond a little with a throb before I threw my shirt and pants on over myself, taking my keys and my wallet before heading out Isotope's door.
It'd be a long while before anyone knew he was missing, and by then he'd become a permanent part of me, all traces of him disappearing aside from the feeling in my member. I walked home with a big grin on my face the whole way...
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The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton.
Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch.
Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing.
"Oh, ok, I guess."
"Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?"
With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes."
And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated.
We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice."
I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir".
As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'.
"Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?"
Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up."
"Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice."
At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle.
Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband.
"You know you have an audience, don't you?"
"Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?"
"Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes."
"You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?"
"From day one."
She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye.
When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?"
"Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?"
We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?"
Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway."
As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "Madge*?"
"Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? "
"Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired."
"Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some."
Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck."
"Easy girl, this knight is taken."
With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?"
"Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?"
"Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money."
"And what makes you think I'm spending?"
Again she smiled, "Two things; one, I've seen how you look at her, and two, wait until she shows you what she's trying on. I've been here long enough to know what effect she will have. She's already a beauty, wait 'til you see the icing.'
That's when Madge stepped out from behind the curtain. I audible caught my breath.
"Told you."
Madge strode to me, did a slow turn looking over her shoulder. If I hadn't known how gorgeous she was, I did now. She was wearing a light green set. It just covered the tips of her breasts, the pink of her nipples peeking through the material. The panties barely covered any more, riding high on her hips, sweeping gracefully over her cheeks and between her legs. When she faced me again, the material came to just above her pussy, leaving some auburn hair exposed over the top.
"Oh honey," Said Jeannie, "we're going to have to mow that lawn if you're going to wear something like this."
"Josh, what do you think? Do you like this on me...should we trim the lawn...can you speak?"
"Don't laugh at me. I'm an old man, so much beauty in one minute like this could kill me. You look marvelous, and Jeannie, you're right-it is icing."
"What else do you have back there?"
Madge spun, strolled back behind the curtain, Jeannie following with offers of help. They didn't close the curtain all the way, I could watch them in the wall mounted mirror. Madge quickly removed the set, while Jeannie selected another. I could see Madge clearly. She bent forward, sliding the next panties up her legs, her breasts swinging freely, the nipples standing out. As she stood, Jeannie slid another bra over Madge's breasts, her hands lingering in a gentle caress. Madge leaned back, her cheek brushing Jeannie's. They exchange whispers, then looked at me in the mirror. Slowly, Jeannie's hands brought the back straps together, hooking them, then she held the curtain open for Madge.
Again, I was looking at a vision of loveliness. She was breathing rapidly, and her eyes had a lidded, smoky look, "Do you like what you see? Shall we get it?"
All I could do was nod. Words just couldn't get past my dry lips.
Madge looked at me again then stepped into the dressing room. She came back out a few minutes later, dressed, with several items in her hand. As we stepped to the register, Jeannie commented what good choices Madge had made, and only wished she could afford them. Madge looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so, I turned to Jeannie telling her to pick something, and add it to my account.
"Josh, can we invite Jeannie up to the cabin? I'd like to catch up with her more, and she could model her choice for you."
"Sure. When are you off next Jeannie?"
"I have to be here over the weekend, but I'm off Monday and Tuesday, so I can do it either day."
"Josh, do you mind if she's there both days?'
"No, not at all. I'm sure we'll enjoy having her up there."
After we finished the business part of our conversation, I wrote out directions to the cabin, including my phone number in case she got lost. Madge and I were headed in the direction of the Mustang, when once again she was tugging on my arm, this time pulling me into a cafe. We sat at a table away from others. She insisted I sit next to her, then moved right against me. In a low voice she said, "I really want to thank you for all this, but I also want to ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?
She was interrupted by the waitress, asking if we would like to order. "Two coffees, please. And a couple Danish."
I could see Madge mulling her question, then she asked when I had felt the 'tingle' with my wife. As I thought back to when we had met, the hum of the cafe receded into the background.
"It was while I was in the Navy. I was staying with a shipmate, Earl, and his wife at their apartment in Long Beach. One day I was working on my car-well under it actually-and this great pair of legs slowly walked by. All I could see was high heels, legs and shorts. I tried getting a better look, but by the time I scooted out, she was walking away from me.
Later that night we were playing cards when a friend of theirs came in; she was about my height, very nicely curved, still in shorts and heels. She was wearing a light, tight sweater, her hair was platinum blonde. Madge, right then my heart stopped. If anyone ever felt a 'tingle', I did then. Earl's wife, Cathy, introduced us; her name was Naomi. I picked up a British term in Hong Kong, 'gobsmacked'. I never understood it, but right then I did, and I was.
She joined us at cards, but I wasn't following them. If we had been playing for money, I'd have lost everything. She kept watching me then asked if I were the legs she saw under the car? Before I could even answer she just nodded to herself, and smiled.
Well, long story shortened, we started dating, and within a few months were engaged.
I was off on another WesPac cruise the rest of that year. Naomi and I wrote while I was gone, strengthening our ties. I got back to the States in April,left the Navy in August, we married in September. I moved around in a few jobs in Southern California, eventually we moved up here. In among all that we had the two kids."
"Wow...you're telling me all that happened because the two of you just saw each other's legs?"
"When I got back from that last cruise, she told me about her 'tingle', and how she knew we were going to marry."
Madge sat quietly for several minutes, then asked if we could go home. All the way back she looked to be in deep thought, just staring out the side window. I felt it best to leave her to her thoughts. Stopping at Jerry's Pizza in town, I picked up one to go , then headed up the hill towards the house. Madge took dinner and her bags in while I put the Mustang in the barn, recovering it.
Back in the house, the pizza was on plates and a pair of beers were opened. We took them out to the deck in time for sunset.
The summer sunsets in the Pacific Northwest are drawn out affairs, the sky slowly losing color long after the sun passes behind the Olympics on the western horizon. The stars take just as long to appear, often not showing until 10 pm or later. It was only as the last light faded away that Madge finally started talking, and then in a low voice that I had to strain to hear at first.
"You were so lucky. You found your love, and she found hers...and it worked for you."
I sat quietly. She was looking for words to match her thoughts, my sense was to wait.
" I have been in three relationships that might have been considered serious. None had that feeling. I missed that."
"Marjorie...don't give up on yourself, or on life, or the fates, or the gods if you will. We never know what may be around the next turn in our lives. You can go down the same road a hundred times and nothing happens. And on one hundred and one, you go around a bend and *BINGO*, there's a unicorn. I don't have some magic power that let's me see the future, but I'm sure your life has a major change in it. Let it come to you."
"Will you hold me? I feel cold."
"Come sit on my lap, I'll keep you warm."
She slid into my lap, putting her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, whispering into her ear, "You're safe with me."
We watched the summer constellations come out, and when the Moon's light started washing them out, moved into the house.
"It's late, we should get some sleep."
"Josh...can I sleep with you tonight? Please..."
"Of course. Join me when you're ready."
I went to my room, and contrary to my usual practice, put on t-shirt and shorts, then slid between the sheets. Minutes later Madge came in, spooning into me so I could hold her in my arms.
"Thank you...I need this."
"Why so sad?"
" I don't have anyone loving me the way you and Naomi loved each other."
"Darlin' don't count yourself short. I watched Jeannie with you today. There is real affection there."
She rolled in my arms, her breasts pressing into my chest, her belly and legs against mine. My cock firmly against her and slowly getting hard. Her sweet breathe brushed my cheek, "What about Jeannie? Do you think she's into women?"
"That I don't know, but she was genuinely happy to see you, and couldn't stop touching you. And she really got into caressing you. Remember?"
"Emm, yes, that did feel sooo good. And you enjoyed watching. I saw you in the mirror."
"You two were beautiful together. Haven't you been lovers?"
"No. Could you accept me having a woman lover?"
"I accept you the way you are.I don't want you changing to please me."
"You know I felt the 'tingle', don't you."
"When did you feel it?"
"Down by the lake. I thought so the first time we met. I was sure when you came back and we sat and talked. You were polite and respectful and willing to listen to me. And I knew. And today, at Jeannie's shop, I knew you felt it too. Jeannie spotted it on me, and as we left the shop she told me she saw it on you also."
"It was much like that for me too. That first day all I could see were your hair and your eyes, oh, and your freckles. But the next time? I was happy you were alone, and more than willing to sit and listen and look and just take in your essence. Yes, I felt it also. And right now, this is where you should be. In my arms.Can we talk more tomorrow? As much as I want this conversation, my eyes just won't stay open."
Friday, the bed was empty when I woke.
It was after eight, much later than I normally slept, the house still. Quickly dressing in sweat pants and slippers I went down to the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the maker and my cup sitting next to it. Pouring coffee, I looked around. Madge's bags from yesterday were still on the table. Looking further I could see the doors to the deck were open. Sitting on a chaise, her feet drawn up, and cup to her lips, Madge was looking out over the lake and trees. Bogart was curled next to the chaise, chin on paws.
"Good morning. Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you. I was just thinking...Last night, when you held me as we sat out here, you said a couple things that have me confused. You said I would always be safe with you. And last night in bed, I felt your cock pressing against me. But you didn't try anything. Why?"
"I'll answer in reverse order...By that time it was Oh Dark Thirty. Naomi wouldn't have gotten action out of me then. I'm an old man, I need my sleep. Its what keeps my wrinkles smooth.Now part two. As long as you stay with me, no one will harm you. You are safe. "
"That's it? I'm physically safe, that's what you meant?"
"Not just physically. Look, it's early and I may not say this just the way I mean it, but I'll try."
I sipped at my coffee as I gathered my thoughts, "I feel a connection with you. The last person I felt something this strongly with was Naomi. But I don't know where we are going. Not yet any way. I don't have sex randomly, I don't just fuck for the sake of fucking. If, or when, we join it will be an act of love. That is how I am. But you said there were two things you wondered about. What's the other?"
"Wow, that's a deeper answer than I expected, and yet, no less than I expect from you. Ok...we were talking about me and Jeannie, ...you said if we were lovers, you could accept that. That you wouldn't expect me to change?"
"Let's go make some breakfast. This is going to be a long convo."
While she made breakfast, I fed Bogart, then poured us more coffee, carrying the cups out to the deck. Just as Madge stepped out, a herd of deer moved out of the tree line to the south. Holding up a hand, I pointed them out. Putting the plates down, she backed against me so I could hold her as we watched them move to the east.
Once they had disappeared back into the trees she turned around, gave me a light kiss, and sat . We ate in silence, simply enjoying each others presence.
Breakfast finished, Madge cleared the dishes and brought out more coffee. Bogart worked his way around the yard, sniffing, finally tracking the deer a bit before coming back up on the deck and flopping at Madges feet.
"Well," I began, "when Naomi and I first married, we didn't have a lot. It might have been a good year or more until we bought a small tv. There were only four or five channels available so it didn't matter much any way. But we had radio and a stereo for music, we spent a lot of time on the beach, and we read. Boy did we read. We read westerns, sci-fi, philosophy. She was into romance novels, I was reading anything that looked sexy.
One of the authors I came across was named Rimmer. He had several books out; one was about an experimental college, another about a man with two wives. I read those books several times, mainly because I felt an underlying message, and I wanted to dig it out. One night it came to me; we are capable-if we let ourselves-we have an ability to love more than one person at a time. Equally and without reservation. I couldn't wait to share this revelation with Naomi, but when I tried, I was stammering all over myself I was so excited.
She had me go through it twice, then asked to read the books herself. A week later we were having evening drinks when she told me she had finished Rimmer, and yes, she could see what I meant, it was possible to love more than one. Then she hit me with the hammer."
"What?"
"Not literally. She said, 'I see where this could be a beautiful way to expand our lives. I've never expected you to meet all my wants or needs, and I'm sure you know I can't meet all of yours.' Now I'm sitting there licking my lips like a kitten at a bowl of cream when she finished her thought, '*I could have a lover, or a second husband too.'* "
"NO! she didn't! Oh that's hilarious! Here you thought it was going to be you and multiple wives, and she turned it on you. I wish I could have seen your face."
"Well, I'm glad you think it was funny. I sure didn't. I had this picture of me and a couple doting wives, and all the loving I could handle. Naomi flipped that idea on it's head. As she told me the next day, 'What's good for the Gander is good for the Goose.'"
"What did you do?"
"Went off in a corner and sulked."
"You did what?"
"Well, not really sulked. I sat and thought. And slowly came to the realization she was right, for this philosophy to work, I would have to shed my sense of ownership-privilege if you will- and freely share. Thinking back on the books, the women weren't subserviant to the men, they were equals. It took many days of thinking to get it all straight in my head. Remember, I was also working, and when I was there, that's where my mind was.
Anyway, I started doing mental exercises, picturing different scenarios; me with another woman, how would Naomi react? Naomi and another man, how do I react? The two of us with a third, man or woman? After a week or so, I had the basics worked out in my head, and we started talking it over more."
"What about jealousy?"
"Ahh, the big one. That's the one that I had the most trouble with. I would picture her with somone, and feel a tighness in my chest. But the more I visualized situations, the less impact they had. Eventually it was a minor tickle in the back of my brain."
"Did you guys ever do anything?"
"Oh yes. After that we were open to the possibilities, but unsure where to find this mysterious other person. We looked into swinging, but didn't like the premise of sex for sex sake. There was also a line of thought called 'Open Marriage' which basically went 'I can have lovers, and you can have lovers, we just won't talk about it'. That didn't feel right to us either. If she had another man, or I a woman, we wanted them as part of our lives, together."
"In bed and everything?"
"We talked about that too, in fact we talked a lot about everthing, but yeah, we considered that also."
"And..."
"We couldn't see it as a constant, but once in a while, yes, it would add a spice to things. We would imagine Naomi wth myself and another man, and she would be the center of attention. Another time, her and another woman with me the center."
"What about her and the woman, or you and the man?"
"Ahh, the final barriers. I guess women may be more open to that sort of experimentation than men, especially back then. That was another scenario we worked through. Whether we would have same sex partners. Naomi could picture the sensuousness of another woman-think of yourself and Jeannie. I wasn't so sure. The thought of kissing a guy, let alone playing with his equipment, I didn't know if I could or not."
"Did you ever find some one else? How about Naomi, did she?"
"We both found someone. Not at the same time, it seldom works that way. But yeah, we did. Unfortunately, they didn't work out over the long run; He was always nervous around me, I guess he couldn't take the openness."
"And the woman you found?"
"She wanted me to choose between Naomi and her. That was a no-win for her. She didn't understand the dynamics."
"And all this based on some novels."
"Yes. And no. I learned years later Rimmer's philosophy was based on actual experience; he and his wife had a relationship with another couple for over twenty years."
"Wow."
It was noon, we were getting pretty warm on the deck, hunger was raising it's head.
"Let's go inside, we can talk more in there."
In the kitchen I headed for the refrigeratornly to be cut off by Madge.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Lunch."
"I said the kitchen is mine, shoo. And what were you planning on?"
"Ham sandwich, maybe a beer. You know, lunch."
"Nope, you're slimming down and shaping up. If I'm sticking around, so are you. You get a salad. And water. And no arguing, do you hear?"
" You're serious aren't you?"
Now, you might ask why I put up with being bossed around in my own home. Well thats easy; First, she said everything with a smile. Second, she was right about my diet. Third, the 'tingle'. And finally, there is no way I could turn down anything that beauty asked of me.
So I ate my salad like a good boy, drank my water as if I enjoyed it, and got a big smile and an even larger hug for my efforts. As I ate, I asked about Madge's family; what was her life like after her Dad died, where was her mother now, did she have any siblings?
"After Dad died, things were rough for us. Mom collected Dad's life insurance, and that paid off the house but there wasn't much left after that. She was already working as an office assistant, so we were ok there. She still lives in Tacoma.
Me? Junior high was rough. Kids can be cruel, and they were about my dad. I became a loner, stayed away from almost everyone else outside of class. I had a couple friends, but when we went to high school, they went to one and I went to the other. In high school I formed a couple new friendships in my freshman year. By my junior year I had come out of my shell, had joined several school groups, and was dating. I gave up my virginity at seventeen to a guy on the football team, what a cliche, didn't date any one seriously in my senior year.
I went to Community College, thinking I could get my Associate degree then move on to UW for my last two years. But that didn't happen."
"Why not?"
"Money. I didn't have it. So I joined the real estate office as an associate, taking courses evenings, doing whatever they needed during the day. That's where I met Dave, we became friends, but that's all. When I had my license, I started selling, and I made decent money, but I wasn't getting the big commission sales, the owner gave those to his favorites. And I wasn't one of his favorites."
"Why not?"
"I kept my legs closed."
"Oh..."
"The rest you know, lost job, lost job, lost job. And now I'm here."
"Is being here a...problem?"
"Oh lord no. You said I have changes coming in my life, I hope so. And please, dear God, let you be one of them."
I opened my arms, she slid into my lap. We seemed to be doing that a lot these last two days. There were tears on her cheeks, I kissed them away, then her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. One of us groaned, or maybe both did. I pulled her against me, she tightened her arms around me and our kiss grew more passionate. I slid my hand up her neck, under her hair, pulling her as tightly to my lips as I could.
When she finally pulled away, it was to pull my shirt off. She dipped to my nipple, licking and kissing as she went, and when she reached her target, began sucking and biting . If I wasn't alive before, I was now! Sensations I hadn't felt in almost ten years ran through my body. My nipples felt every touch, my cock sprang to life, and a moan came rolling out of my throat.
My hands weren't idle either. I pulled her shirt up as far as possible, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples-hot in my hands-grew hard and pointed, her breathing became ragged, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing my cock into a hardness I had all but forgotten.
"Stop," I whispered hoarsely, "let's go get more comfortable. "
I pulled her to her feet, then up the stairs into my bedroom. A breeze wafting through the open window, warmed by the sun, felt wonderful on my bare skin. Quickly, I finished removing her shirt, then knelt before her, unfastening her shorts and pulling shorts and panties down in one motion. Her hands were on my head, drawing me to her softly rounded belly, where I laid the softest of touches before slowly laying a line of kisses to her pussy. Parting her auburn hair with my finger tips, a drop of moisture gleamed on lower lips. Extending my tongue, I tasted a delicious mixture, reminiscent of strawberries and honey. I could do nothing but press my lips against her.
Slowly, she backed to the bed, holding me to her. When her legs met the edge, she laid back, still holding me to her pussy. I slowly opened her to my gaze, exploring the wonders of the pink lips, engorging in her excitement. Holding her open, I drew circles with my tongue, searching for each delicious drop. She was moaning, then sighing, then lightly moaning again until suddenly she closed her legs about my head, pulled my face hard against her pussy and arched up, a low, growling, groan rumbled from her throat. She held us there for several moments, then slowly eased back down, releasing her hold on me.
As her breathing slowed, she tugged me up 'til we were face to face, "It's going to be your turn in a minute, but I do need to catch my breath. Where did you learn that? Never mind, tell me another time. Just kiss me now. Emm, is that me on your lips? I taste good. No one has ever gone down on me before. I like that, will you do it again? Tell me later, I want you on your back, *it's my turn now."
Obviously, she had her breath back, because with a quick move she had us reversed; now I was on my back, and she was diving for the waist band of my sweat pants. In one swift motion I was stripped bare, and she was kneeling over me. That is when she paused, looking me over, licking her lips, a gleam in her eyes as she slowly bent to my lips.
We kissed, a long slow kiss that she slowly pulled down my chin, to my throat, to my chest, then back to my nipples. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she had them as hard as could be. Then she started kissing down my stomach, her hands remaining on my chest, her nails scrapping at my nipples. She stopped only briefly at my navel, then moved that little more to the tip of my cock. Kisses were planted all around the head, then down one side, then back up along the large vein on the bottom. Again, she planted kisses, down the other side, and up the vein. When she reached the head, her lips engulfed me, sliding down until she reached her throat, then up and down until I was on the verge of coming.
"Stop, I'll cum if you don't"
"I want you to. I want to taste you, like you tasted me."
"Later, now I must be in you. I have to feel us become one."
"God, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. Don't move, let me do this."
She lifted herself up, bringing her hips over mine, then holding my cock with her left hand positioned me at her entrance. She lowered herself until my cock head was just in her, looked me in the eyes, and slid down in one move. That low rumble came from her throat again, and I could feel her pussy vibrating and clamping around me. As she started to rise I stopped her,"Wait, I want to feel you like this, I always want to remember this moment, the first time in you. Come down here, kiss me."
We held that moment for several minutes, kissing lightly, almost nibbling on each other's lips, but soon the need to move became paramount. She, rising and falling. Me pushing up into her. Soon we were going as hard, as fast as we could. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. Thrusting upward, The cum rushing through me, I moaned out my release. Even as I was thrusting into her, Madge was arching back, inhaling deeply, and then, with her low, rumbling groan, she joined me in heaven.
Slowly, we came back to earth, holding each other, not wanting the feeling to pass. I held her to my chest, her weight nothing to me. The kisses we exchanged had a new flavor, a new meaning to them. Again she looked at me, a smile dancing over her lips.
"What just happened? I've never felt so alive like this. What did you do to me?"
"Darling, I told you, I only do this for love."
"Well, don't stop loving me. It feels too good."
I slowly rolled her to my side, trying to not break our connection, but my cock finally deflated and slid out. After a moment, I needed to pee, and whispered I'd be right back. Madge was drifting into sleep when I rejoined her, so I carefully moved back into bed, pulling just a sheet over us. Taking her into my arms, studying her face, I too drifted off.
"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
Scrambling to get my senses back as I sat up, Marge sitting next to me, her eyes large as saucers.
"Wha..."
"Something cold just stuck into my butt!"
Wipng the sleep out of my eyes, I looked over her shoulder, then flopped back on my pillow. Laughing so hard it hurt, all I could say was, "Welcome to the family. Bogart just checked you out!"
She spun, finding the big black dog sitting next to the bed, what had to be a dog smile all over his face, his tongue hanging to the side.
Have you ever heard a dog laugh? It's a kind of a breathy 'huh, huh, huh'
And THAT is what Bogart was doing.
"You put him up to that didn't you?"
"Not me. If anyone's going to have his nose in your butt, it'll be me. And I'd believe you were upset if you weren't trying so hard at not laughing."
"Oh Gawd, that was a shock!, why didn't you warn me he was back there? Am I going to have to keep an eye out for him from now on?"
"I don't think so, although you can never be too sure. He does seem to like you."
"Well, I like him too, but that's going to far."
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A few weeks ago I got an email. I didn't recognize the sender's name. It was from someone named Kirk.
The email said, "Hi, I've read some of your stories on "Literotica" and I really have enjoyed them. I saw the link to your email and decided to contact you. I see that you live in Arkansas. My wife and I live in Florida but I travel to your area for business a few times a year. I've attached a few pictures of my wife. I'd love to get your thoughts on her."
Attached to the email were three pictures. I opened the first picture to find a very attractive woman in her late thirties. She was attractive but conservatively dressed. It was a picture of her standing out on a balcony. She was dressed very stylish with a nice top, tight jeans that rolled at the ankle, and booties. She was a brunette and had a slim, fit body. His wife had the look of a "PTO" mom whose husband made a good amount of money to afford her the latest in fashion trends. I was immediately attracted to the innocence of her appearance. Her smile was simply beautiful.
The second picture was similar to the first. It was a picture of the wife and another woman sitting at a restaurant table. It looked like maybe Kirk took the picture while sitting across from them. She was once again conservatively dressed with a beautiful, innocent smile.
The third picture was different than the first two. The third picture was of his wife in a black cocktail dress. The dress was sleeveless and was long. It was floor length. The dress had a slit going up one of the legs to her mid to upper thigh. She had on black heels. Her hair was down, and she was wearing an amazing diamond necklace. She was standing next to a table and I could see people in the background. It appeared to be a charity event or gala of some sort. She looked good in the first two pictures, but this picture was sexy. Her leg came out from the long slit in the dress and you could see how amazing her body was. She looked good in those sexy black heels with an ankle strap.
My email back said, "Hi, thanks for the email and kind words on my stories. I looked at the pictures of your wife, and she is very beautiful. I'm not sure what type of feedback you are looking for but I find her very attractive."
I checked my email a few times that day after I replied. I didn't get a response back that night. I checked it again the next day and still no response. I looked back at her pictures many times over those two days, I found her incredibly sexy. She had this innocent, yet sexy look.
Two weeks went by and I still had not heard anything back. I had meant to try to reach out and email again but just got busy with work and life. It puzzled me why he would send me pictures of his wife, mention he visits the area but not reply.
Finally, three weeks after that first email, I received a second email. It was Kirk again.
His email said, "Sorry on the delay responding, my last few weeks have been very busy. I'm glad you find my wife to be attractive. Based on your stories, it sounds like you are an attractive man. I think my wife would be very attracted to you. Would you be interested in meeting her?"
My email back to Kirk said, "No problem on the delay. I understand things in life come up, and we all get busy. Yes, I find your wife very attractive. Yes, I'd love to meet her. Can you tell me a little about what you have in mind?"
Kirk responded with, "What I really want, to be frank, it for you to seduce my wife when we come to town next week. We fly in Sunday night. I have meetings all weeklong. We have a room at a nice hotel. My wife's name is Kari. I want you to seduce her and give her a hot sexual experience. We started dating when we were in high school. We got married at nineteen. She has never been with another man. Last week, I told her about my fantasies of her being a "Hotwife". I think it upset her at first but near the end of the conversation she seemed more interested than upset. I think she just doesn't want to hurt my feelings. You saw the picture I emailed of her in the cocktail dress. This was at an outf-town charity event about six months ago. Normally, my wife dresses very conservatively. She dresses fashionable but still modest. That night, well, you saw the dress. The slit on that dress got every guy at the event coming on to her. I could tell she enjoyed the attention. That night, when we got home from the event, we had the best sex we have ever had. The next day she went shopping and started buying more revealing clothing. I thought all the signs were there. When I told her about how much I wanted her to be a "Hotwife" I was expecting her to be completely on board with the idea. Instead, she was reserved. But I did sense a glimmer of hope. I think she was coming around near the end of the conversation. So this is what brings me to you. You are a stranger. Not someone from our town that she might run into again. You might be able to seduce it out of her. Would you be interested in pursuing this more?"
My email back said, "Yes, I'm interested. Let me know more on the details of how you would like this to happen. Next week my schedule is open."
Kirk emailed back, "Let's plan for Monday night. I'll ask Kari to meet me in the hotel bar for drinks after I get off from my work meetings. Instead of me meeting her at the bar, you will be meeting her at the bar. I'll tell her you are a coworker and will keep her company until I get there. How does that sound?"
I emailed back, "I like the idea, email me the specifics on the hotel and what time. I will be there."
It was about 5:30 on Monday, and I was finishing up work. I received an email from Kirk. The email had a picture attached. The email said, "Kari is trying on outfits. She just sent me a text with a picture of one of them. Here is what she sent. I told her I wanted a fun night out and asked her to spice things up a little. She is out shopping right now for a new outfit."
I looked at the picture attached. Kari looked good. She was in her hotel room and was dressed in a pair of tight, black pants, a sleeveless dress shirt and black heeled boots. I thought she looked rather sexy in what she was wearing but since Kirk told her to spice things up a little, I wasn't going to say much back. My reply to Kirk said, "She looks good, but I agree, you don't always get a night away, spice things up. I'm ready to head to the hotel soon. I'm just waiting on you for the green light."
Five minutes later I got a reply. Kirk said "I think you will like the picture attached. Kari picked out this tight little black skirt and top. I really like the heels too. She has never worn anything this provocative before. She was hesitant, but I talked her into it. My wife is driving back to the hotel right now. My wife said she would meet me in the hotel bar at 6:30. I'll email you again at 6:30 to confirm."
I looked at the picture attached and Kari had on a very tight black skirt. It was very short. She had on a black, tight top, and some black high heels. I replied to Kirk "she looks sexy! I'm heading to the hotel. I'll wait for your confirmation before moving in."
I arrived at the hotel about 6:15 and waited in my car. I received an email from Kirk about 6:25. The email said, "Kari went from worried about the skirt to excited about the skirt. She has great legs. She is having fun with this. I told her I was still at work but hoped to be off soon. I told her to go ahead and go down to the bar. She is heading there now. How about you go in and have a seat at the bar or somewhere close to her. I'll take it from there. I'll email back more very soon."
I emailed back, "Sounds like a plan, I'm heading in. I'll wait for your next email."
When I walked into the hotel bar I immediately saw Kari sitting off to the side at a table. She had ordered a drink and was holding it in her hand. She looked excited, she looked very sexy. We made eye contact. She smiled and I smiled back. I sat at a table close to the bar where I could see both Kari and the front door. My angle gave me a perfect view of Kari as her skirt was so short. Her legs looked amazing. Her heels were so sexy on her. They were black with an ankle strap. I'd say about five inch heels. She had her legs crossed as she sat at the table and sipped on her drink. The hotel bar was mostly empty. This helped with getting Kari's attention. She looked over a few times. Each time I held the glance a little while. Enough to show I was in interested without staring too long. Kari played with her hair immediately after exchanging a glance. She also uncrossed and crossed her legs so that she was sitting at a better angle to face me. She knew I was interested in her.
I saw Kari look at her phone and then type in a text message. I then looked at my phone and saw an email from Kirk. The email said, "I just told Kari I was running late. I asked her if she was flirting with anyone at the bar. She replied with a smiley face."
I emailed back, "She is here. I'm sitting close to her. She looks very sexy. We have made some eye contact and exchanged some glances."
I watched Kari as she again got a text, and she replied. She looked a little upset.
I got an email from Kirk, "I told Kari that a coworker will be joining us for drinks. She wasn't too happy with that idea, but I have a plan. I told her my coworker's name was Jason, and he should be there at any minute. I told her I would get there as soon as I could. Hold tight a few more moments."
I replied, "OK, I'll hold tight, but she might think it is me that is meeting you two. There are not many people in here."
I watched as Kari sent a text on her phone. She appeared to be having a conversation. A few times she would glance over at me.
I received another email from Kirk, "I just told her my coworker is in the bar already and keeps talking about this very sexy woman in a little black skirt. I told her that I told you the woman he was looking at was my wife. I told her you didn't believe me and you were about to blow us off to go pick her up. She confirmed there was a guy in the bar with her that she was exchanging looks with but wasn't sure if it was you."
I looked up from reading my email on my phone and saw Kari sending a text on her phone. I replied to Kirk, "She really is into her phone right now. You seem to have her flustered."
Kirk emailed back, "OK, so Kari seems confused about what is going on. Maybe she thinks I'm joking with her. She sent a text back saying that there is a guy at the bar and described you. I told her that I was going to text you and tell you not to pick her up that you were my wife. I also told her that you still don't believe she is my wife and you continue to say how hot her legs are. I told her I would tell you to just go say hi. So now is go time to make your move!"
I stood up from the table and approached Kari. "Hi, are you by any chance Kari?" I asked.
"Yes, you are Jason?" Kari asked as she stood and shook my hand.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassed." I told her. "I believe I just acted really stupid to your husband."
"Don't be embarrassed. Everything is OK. Would you like to sit?" Kari asked.
I pulled out a chair and sat down next to Kari.
"So you work with Kirk?" Kari asked.
"Yes. Well we worked on a project last year. He never mentioned having such a beautiful wife. I mentioned to him an attractive woman here at the bar and, well, it turned out to be you. So I'm slightly embarrassed." I told her.
"Kirk didn't mention you until five minutes ago. I thought we were going to have a night out just the two of us. As you can see, I even dressed more for a date night than meeting one of Kirk's coworkers." Kari said as she referenced her short skirt. "I'm the one who is embarrassed."
"No, you can't tell it's that short. No need to be embarrassed. You look good. I wish I had a wife looking that good for me on a date night." I told her.
Kari's phone lit up with a text. She looked at her phone and read the text message. "It looks Kirk will be a little late. He asked me to entertain you until he gets here."
"Entertain? Really? That's interesting, do you juggle?" I joked.
"Exactly. What does he expect me to do? He just said to entertain you until he gets here. So how can I entertain you?" Kari joked back.
Kari's phone lit up again. She looked at the message. "I guess he is serious, he says you are high up in the company and it's important that I keep you entertained until he gets here."
"I'm sorry, when Kirk wanted a little of my time to discuss a new project he was working on, I just assumed he could meet tonight. Yes, I am higher up in our company and my time is valuable but I shouldn't have just assumed Kirk was available to discuss work tonight. This is my fault. I should excuse myself so you two can have fun and enjoy your date night." I told Kari.
"Wait, let me ask Kirk. I'll send him a text right now. He's replying. So I guess he really wants to meet with you. He is insisting that I do whatever it takes to keep you here until he gets here." Kari told me.
"OK, I'll stick around a little longer, but only if you agree to have a little fun. Let's get a bottle of wine." I told Kari.
"Wine? I thought you said fun. Let's do shots!" Kari said.
"I'm game for shots!" I told Kari as I motioned for the waitress to come over to take the order.
"I have to warn you though, I get wild when I'm drinking!" Kari said.
"Really, I love wild." I told her.
"Well both times I got drunk I got wild." Kari said smiling.
"Both times?" I asked.
"I don't drink a lot." Kari said. "You know what, I need a fun night out."
Kari downed that first shot and I ordered another round. Kari quickly downed the second one. It didn't take long until she was feeling a buzz. I think those two shots brought out a naughty side of her.
"So tell me about you Kari. I know you are married. Do you have any kids?" I asked.
"Yes, I've been married for seventeen years. Kirk and I were high school sweethearts. We have a son, he is fifteen. I have a very safe, very boring life." Kari answered.
"High school sweethearts? No way? Really?" I asked.
"Yes, high school sweethearts. It's hard for me to believe we have been together seventeen years." Kari said.
"So just one guy? Seventeen years?" I asked.
"Yes, just the one guy!" Kari said back smiling.
"Interesting. Is that why you dressed so sexy for date night. Trying to make things less boring?" I asked her looking down at her sexy short skirt and heels.
"Thanks, I just feel like I'm showing a little more than I should." Kari said.
"No, you look good. You look sexy!" I told her.
"You think I look sexy in this?" Kari asked.
"Yes I do!" I answered.
"Kirk likes it when I dress up like this. I guess it does make things less boring." Kari said.
"Kirk likes it when you dress up? And what do you think about it? Do you like it?" I asked.
Kari paused in answering.
"Be honest?" I said.
"Maybe" Kari replied.
"Maybe? Why just maybe? Honestly, do you like it." I asked again.
"OK, yes. I do like it." Kari said.
"Why do you like it? You like the guys looking?" I asked.
"Looking and touching." Kari said.
"Touching?" I asked.
"Yes. OK, I'm not saying anymore. I've been drinking and said way too much." Kari said.
"Well you started it. I want to hear more. Or, I guess I could leave and tell Kirk you weren't entertaining me." I told her. I was mostly joking but I said it in a way that was just serious enough to get her to open up more.
"You won't leave." Kari told me.
"I will, unless you finish your story." I told her.
"OK, fine. So about six months ago Kirk and I went to a charity event. I wore a very sexy cocktail dress. At the event I had a very attractive man touch me from behind." Kari said.
"Touch you from behind? Like how?" I asked.
"Well I was in the hallway waiting for Kirk to get a silent auction item and a handsome man approached me, and we chatted for a minute. While we were talking I became turned on by him. Suddenly a woman next to me dropped a plate of food. I turned to look and took a step back. I stepped right back into this gentleman." Kari explained.
"Interesting. So how did he touch you then?" I asked.
"Well, while we were watching one of the workers clean up the plate I stood there with my back to him. I felt him grab my waist. I leaned back into him so my ass was against him. He was, you know, turned on. His hand left my waist and down to the slit in my dress that was on my upper thigh. Just as he put his fingers into the slit and I felt him touch my skin, I saw Kirk. I immediately pulled away. Kirk got to us and I took him right up to our hotel room.
"That doesn't sound too bad." I told her.
"Well, I felt bad because I'm married." Kari said.
"It wasn't your fault. He touched you? Right?" I asked.
"Yes, but I liked it." Kari said.
"OK, I see now. It sounds like harmless flirting to me. Did you tell Kirk?" I asked.
"Not really. Well, he knew something was going on." Kari explained.
"What makes you think he knew?" I asked.
"I'm sure he could tell. I'm sure I was blushing." Kari explained.
"Maybe he likes you dressing like this because he knows you like the attention." I told Kari.
"That makes sense, but what would he get out of it? I mean, other guys checking me out? Why would he want that?" Kari asked confused.
"Well, what happened that night of the gala?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Kari asked.
"The night of the gala, what happened after the guy touched you and you left?" I asked in more detail.
Kari's eyes got bigger when she thought of the answer to that question. "OK, interesting?"
"What's interesting? Did something happen?" I asked.
"Yes. We went straight to our room, and he was more turned on than I have ever seen him before."
"Really? So you were at an event, you were looking sexy, and he caught you flirting with another guy?" I asked.
"Yes." Kari replied.
"And his reaction when you got up to the hotel room was that he was extremely turned on?" I asked.
"Yes. God, we had the best sex of our marriage." She said.
"Sounds like a win for everyone to me. You get to look good and flirt with other guys. You both get turned on and the result is great sex." I told her.
"I guess when you put it like that it sounds really good. I have found I really like the attention I get from men." Kari said.
"You have a great body to show off." I told her.
"Thank you. I think the bartender likes it as well. Or maybe he is just trying to look up my skirt. He hasn't stopped looking since I sat down." Kari said.
"Ha, can you blame him. I'm doing everything I can to maintain eye contact with you and not look down at your legs too." I joked with her.
"I'm fairly certain I've flashed him a number of times on accident since we have been sitting here. I guess that's my fault for wearing hot pink panties." Kari said a big sexy smile.
"Wait, you are wearing hot pink panties?" I asked.
"OK, no I'm not. But if I were to be doing some fun flashing, I would imagine hot pink would be the way to go." Kari said.
"With that black skirt, yep, hot pink would be the way to go." I said.
"So, do you think Kirk would be turned on by me flashing the bartender?" Kari asked.
"I don't know, but I do know a way to find out." I told her.
"Oh yeah, how is that?" She asked.
"Text him and tell him." I said.
"Text him what? That I flashed the bartender." Kari asked.
"Yes, exactly that." I said.
"OK." Kari said as she picked up her phone and started to text. She read aloud as she typed. "Are you almost done with work yet? This skirt I have on is way too short. I am pretty sure I've flashed the bartender."
"Let's see what he says." I said to her.
"He is texting back. OK, his reply says just one word, sexy. Wait, he is typing more. He says he is still stuck at work. That he is sorry and asked if you were still here. OK, I'm telling him you are still here." Kari said.
"So his reply to you flashing the bartender was basically that he thought it was sexy." I stated.
"Wait, he is texting more. I can't believe he just asked that." Kari said.
"What did he ask?" I asked her.
"He asked if I were wearing panties?" Kari said.
"Don't answer. Let me see your phone." I told Kari.
"Why, what are you going to do?" Kari asked.
"Just let me see it. I'm just having fun. I'll let you read it before I hit send." I told her.
"OK, but I'm reading it before you send it." Kari told me with a firm look.
"I promise!" I said to her as she gave me her phone.
I looked down at her phone and thought for a moment. Then I typed, "Of course I'm wearing panties but I told your friend Jason what you asked and now he has asked me to take them off. Are you OK with that?" I handed the phone back to Kari without hitting the send button.
Kari looked at the text, "I can't send this. He will be upset. That's taking it too far."
"He won't be upset. It's just fun. I bet he is game to play around." I said.
"No, he will get upset. I can't ask him if I can take my panties off while having drinks at a bar with one of his coworkers. I'm feeling good after those two shots but I'm not that drunk." Kari said.
"OK, how about this. You send the text and if he gets upset I'll take the heat for it. I'll tell him I took your phone and sent the message. I'll also let you go back up to your room and I'll wait on him to get here to tell me about the new project he wants to do. But, if he doesn't, well then, you have to take them off. Deal?" I asked Kari.
Kari paused for a moment. "OK, deal."
"Then hit send." I told her.
Kari hit send on her phone. We both were quite for a moment after she sent it. I was certain he would say yes, but
I wanted Kari so bad I was nervous he might back out.
"It's taking him a while to answer, I guess." I said.
"See, he is mad. I bet he went right to his car and is driving here." Kari said panicking.
"Give him a minute." I told her while placing my hand on her hand trying to calm her down.
Kari's phone then lit up. "It's him." She said.
"Well, what did he say?" I asked.
Kari paused for a moment while reading the text. She looked up at me and then back down to her phone. She took a deep breath, "He said he would like for me to take them off. He also wants me to text him and tell him if I go through with it."
"See, he was OK with it." I told her as a squeezed on her hand to reassure her.
"I'm shocked." Kari said.
"Well, no time to be shocked. It's time to take those panties off." I said smiling.
"I can't." Kari said.
"Why not? It's just fun." I told her.
"I can't believe he said it was OK." Kari said.
"Maybe you aren't giving him enough credit for being fun." I told Kari as I looked around the room. "OK, now is a good time. The waitress is in the back and the bartender has his back turned."
"What? Wait, what are you saying?" Kari asked.
"I said now is a good time to take them off." I told her.
"Wait. You want me to take them off here at the table. I was thinking more along the lines of excusing myself to the ladies room." Kari said.
"No, I was thinking here at the table." I told her.
"That's too hard, people will see." Kari said.
"Kari, there's only four other people in here. The couple at that back table who isn't paying any attention to us, the waitress who has spent most of the time in the kitchen and the bartender. It's not that hard to slide them off without anyone noticing."
"I don't know." Kari said hesitating.
"A deal was a deal. How about we ask Kirk. We will let him decide. The bathroom or at the table." I told her.
"OK, let's do that. Hold on, let me send him a text." Kari said.
Kari kept looking around. Her mind was working. She sent the text to Kirk.
The waitress came back out to check on our table. Kari was reading Kirk's reply. Kari looked up from her phone and asked the waitress for two more shots.
"Two more shots?" I said smiling. "I'm guessing he said take them off at the table."
"Your guess is correct. I can't believe it. It's like he is enjoying this." Kari said.
The shots came and Kari downed hers. After the shot she took a quick look around the room and went right to taking off her panties. She didn't make eye contact with me. She rose up just a little out of her seat and went in the sides of her skirt and quickly pulled her panties off.
"I can't believe I just did that. This is so not like me at all." Kari said as she made eye contact with me for the first time since taking off her panties.
"You have never gone without panties before?" I asked.
"I have, just never took them off in public." Kari said.
"Can I have them?" I asked.
"My panties?" Kari asked.
"Yes, can I have them?" I asked again.
"Why do you want them?" Kari asked.
"I'm curious as to what type you wear." I told her.
"They are a black lace g-string. There isn't much to them. They are my sexy lingerie type panties. They match my bra." Kari said holding them in her hand without yet handing them to me.
"OK, can I see them? I'll give them back." I said.
"OK." Kari said as she handed them to me.
I took her panties in my hand. I held them low down by the table to not bring attention to them. I looked them over and handed them back.
"Nice. Thank you." I told her.
"So did you get what you were looking for?" Kari asked looking somewhat puzzled.
"Yes I did." I told her.
"So did you like them? Find them sexy? Did they turn you on?" Kari asked.
"Yes, I found them sexy. Yes, they turned me on. I also noticed that they were very wet." I told her.
Kari's eyes got big. She started feeling her panties to see how wet they were.
"It's OK that they are wet. I'm flattered." I told her.
"Well, I don't know what to say to this. Yes, they are wet." Kari said.
"Are you turned on?" I asked her.
"Yes." Kari answered almost surrendering to the fact that she couldn't hide her being turned on.
"I'm turned on too." I told Kari.
Kari looked at the table. She grabbed for a glass of water. She took a drink. I could tell she was conflicted. She was turned on and liked it. Her husband knew about it and was allowing it. She didn't seem to know how to act.
I leaned in to Kari and whispered to her "I want to see you take more off."
"OK." Was all she said.
"I want to see you take off your top. I want to see you take off your bra. I want to see you take off your skirt. But I want you to leave on those sexy heels." I whispered to her.
"OK." Was all Kari said again.
"Will you do that for me?" I asked her.
"I'm so turned on right now, but I can't." Kari said.
"Let me see your phone?" I asked Kari.
"OK, why?" Kari said as she handed her phone to me.
I opened the phone and typed out a text. I then hit the send button.
"What did you just do?" Kari asked as she grabbed her phone to look at the text.
"I texted Kirk telling him that you took your panties off and handed them to me. I then said I noticed how wet they were and how turned on you are. I then asked him if it would be OK if we go to your room and fuck." I told her as she read the text for herself.
Kari looked at her phone and was breathing deeply. She didn't move. Her phone lit up with a text response from Kirk. Kari read the response and then stood up. "You have ten seconds to get to the elevator before I back out."
I got up, dropped some cash on the table for the drinks, and walked with Kari to the elevator. Without a word we rode the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hall to their room. Kari opened the door and we entered.
"You want me to take my top off, right?" Kari said as she took off her top.
"Yes." I replied.
"You want me to take my bra off, right?" Kari said as she took off her bra exposing her perfect breasts.
"Yes." I replied.
"And you want me to take off my skirt, right?" Kari said as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall down to the floor.
"Yes." I replied.
"But you want me to leave my heels on, right?" Kari said standing in front of me in nothing but her five inch black heels.
"Yes." I replied.
"Well you got what you wanted. Now for what we want. Kirk wants you to fuck me, and I want the same. So I want you to unzip your pants, pull out your hard cock, and come over here and fuck me hard." Kari said.
I quickly started pulling off all my clothes. My shirt, my pants, everything was flying to the floor. I was finally completely naked in front of her with my cock as hard as it has ever been.
Kari walked up to me, she kissed me, and grabbed my cock with her hand. We kissed as she stroked my cock.
"Your cock is fucking huge!" Kari said. "I want you inside me!"
Kari pushed me on the bed so I was on my back. She climbed on top of me still wearing her heels. She straddled me. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. She lowered herself down on me. She was incredibly wet. She put her hands on my chest and started riding me. Our eyes were locked. My hands felt her breasts. I then reached down and grabbed her ass. Her body was amazing.
I flipped both of us over at the same time putting me on top of her. I pounded her over and over with my hard cock. Her head was up against the headrest. I could feel her about to cum.
"Oh fuck. You are going to make me cum." Kari said.
I kept pounding Kari hard. Her nails cut into my back as she started to cum. She started breathing fast. She squeezed her legs around me.
"Fuck, I'm cumming. Oh, oh, oh god. Fuck!!" Kari started screaming. Her body was shaking.
I slowed up for a second as Kari had an orgasm. Then I continued to pound her some more.
"I want to taste your shaved pussy." I told her as I got off her.
I stood up next to the bed. I grabbed Kari by the ankles and pulled her over to the edge of the bed next to me. I then spun her around so her head was at my cock, and she was on her back. Kari opened her mouth and took my cock. Her head was off the bed as she was on her back sucking me off. I played with her breasts as she continued to suck my cock. I was so hard watching her lay there on the bed in those sexy heels sucking me off. I could see my cock moving in her throat. I was getting close to cumming and needed to change things up. I laid down next to her on the bed. We were in the 69 position, and she went back to sucking my cock while I got to finally taste her pussy. My hands were holding her ass as my tongue licked her. She started shaking again.
"OK, fuck. I'm cumming!" Kari yelled out as she came from me licking her pussy.
After Kari finished her orgasm I got back off the bed.
"OK, now it's my turn!" I told her.
"How do you want me?" Kari asked.
"Face down, ass up!" I told her.
Kari rolled over and and got face down. She looked back over her shoulder as she put her ass out for me to have. I climbed on the bed, got behind her and slowly put my hard cock inside her pussy.
"Fuck, this feels good!" I told Kari.
"Oh god, it does to me too!" Kari moaned back.
I continued to pound Kari from behind as my cock got to a point where it was throbbing. I was on the verge of cumming.
"Can I cum in you?" I asked.
"Please, god please. I want you to cum inside me." Kari yelled as her body started to shake again as she was having her third orgasm.
I grabbed her waist tightly and gave it two more thrusts. On the second thrust, I came deep inside her.
"Oh fuck!!" Kari yelled as I came inside her. "Oh god, that feels so good."
Kari laid on the bed exhausted. I got up and looked for Kari's phone.
"What are you doing with my phone?" Kari asked as I took a picture of her naked on the bed with my cum leaking out of her.
"I'm sending Kirk a picture." I told her as I hit send on the text.
Kari was too tired to say much more. I got dressed as Kari laid on the bed.
"Thank you for a wonderful, exciting evening. Unfortunately for me, my night is over." I told Kari.
"Well thank you too. Why does the evening have to end?" Kari asked.
"For me it does, but not for you. You still have more excitement coming." I told her.
"What do you mean?" Kari asked.
"Read your text. You have a husband who is more turned on than he has ever been, and he is heading this way to fuck you even more! This was just round one for you. You still have round two coming." I told her as I walked to the door and exited.
As I left the hotel I passed Kirk entering the hotel. He didn't see me. He was focused on getting up to his wife in that room. I wonder that between the three of us, who had the best sex that night.
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Hey guys, this is my first story on Yiffstar, but don't mistake it for some noob stuff. Literature is my thing; even if I do tend to make mistakes I always push myself to do better. So vote and give feedback so I can no how I did, and hopefully do better in part two. Also as a side note, I have intentionally left the character's description out until the next chapter.
Warning: this story contains spoogey stuff such as, well, spooge. It also contains inflation, captivity, over stimulation, transformation, a sex machine thingy, and much more. If you aren't into this stuff then notify the person holding the gun to your head and beg him not to shoot you for refusing to read it. Also if you're under 18 or not allowed to read material like this then you have been warned.
Hooves: Pt. 1 Final Step
"Why are you doing this to me?!" yelled Cade as he as the forceful arms of his captors dragged him to his new home. He could only hope his stay their wasn't permanent. "I just want to go home!" he sobbed, tears running down from his eyes.
The ones carrying him might as well have been deaf, as his pleas went unnoticed. They flung him into the confines of his cell and laughed as he fell flat on his face. "You better learn how to walk on those soon 'coz we wont be luggin' your ass back here tomorrow horse-boi." And with those parting words they callously flung the cell door closed. Leaving Cade to ponder his fate.
Cade stared down at his feet...hooves. He was unaffected by the fact that his limbs where no longer his. He had been here for moths had had grown to accept the idea of being an inhuman freak show. But he still cried every night, sobbing over his lost humanity, unable to stop it, or even control his own body. This was what he was going to be, and it was inevitable.
He tried to stand on his new hooves. It was like walking in high heels without the heel. He could feel pressure all through his calves while he wobbled around the straw filled space. When he first saw it he had thought about why someone would fill what appeared to be a lab with the contents of a stable, their where even wooden masts like that of a barn that led all the way to the ceiling. Only now did he realize that it was all their to make him feel 'at home'. It was humiliating, and every time he thought about what his family or friends would say if they saw him living like this he would feel his skin crawl, he hoped that he would never be seen in public again.
Slowly he got used to using his new appendages and became tired from the days ordeals, he wobbled over to the biggest pile of fresh hay and flopped down onto it. The straw no longer felt course and brittle as it did when he first arrived. Now, because of his fur, it was warm and comforting, like a giant pillow. Now comfortable he curled up onto his bed and pondered what would happen the next day.
Once one of his handlers had told him that as soon as they were done with him he would be dissected. Cade had almost lost his mind from fear of loosing the only thing he had left to himself, until a few weeks later other personnel heard of the handlers cruel joke and decided to calm Cade down. "Poor little creature" one of the scientists had called him, "Why would waste all this effort just to cut you open?"
He wasn't given any other reason to doubt his handler, so he was left dreading the next time he was to wake up. Whimpering, he curled into a tighter ball on his side and started playing with his mane, trying to distract himself. Slowly he drifted off to sleep. Dreaming of farms and his zoology class...
"Wake up bitch!" The cell door swung open revealing two of a multitude of handlers; the one speaking had been the same one to tell him what his fate might be. He walked up to Cade before he had a chance to stand up. "You ready for the big show pony-boi?" Had he not been scared shitless he might have laughed at the reference to "The Greasers", he highly doubted the big fucker would have gotten it. Instead Cade just stared ahead while he was yanked up to his hooves. They made their way to the other handler at the door then made their way down the long path towards the processing chamber.
As they made their way down Cade looked around, not having the chance prior to this, as they usually blindfolded him. There were cells everywhere! The place was lined with hundreds no millions of them, each one different than the other from the outside. He could only wonder what they looked like on the inside, or what they contained. He even saw one that looked like a giant fish tank from the outside, however it was too high up for him to see its contents.
They finally made it to the laboratory that he had grown to hate. As they walked in he was shocked to discover that the entire cell was completely different, the cold leather chair that had once been its only occupant was now replaced with a large metal table, which looked like a giant slab of steel. There was a large dome shaped object that hung from the ceiling with a plethora of tubes hanging from it. The whole scene reminded Cade of a scene from a sci-fi movie.
He was led to the table and strapped down, this was starting to freak Cade out, and they had never done anything like this before. Usually they would only inject him with something and leave him to writhe on the floor until the process was complete. He tugged at his restraints trying to see around the room. One of the scientists was coming in, he was wearing a standard lab coat. He walked up to Cade and grabbed a muzzle-like device from the machine that hung overhead. He brought it towards Cade's face. "W-what's going on?! W-wh-gack!" He had the muzzle secured around his snout, a tube inside of it going down his throat to fit snugly inside his esophagus. His eyes started to well up with tears as he tried not to throw up. 'Oh God, there really going to kill me!' he thought as the scientist reached up for a large tube about the size of Cade's wrist and brought it down between his legs.
Cade couldn't see where the tube had gone, and his thoughts turned back toward the pipe threatening to suffocate him. Then he felt something wet squirt on his bum. 'What the fuck are they doing to my ass?!' He screamed in his head. He thrashed at his restraints. Trying to find a way to get away from the pending penetration, but he was pinned. The doctor pressed down on Cade's stomach forcing him to lie still and accept the device that was to be used to seal Cade's fate and make the process permanent.
Slowly the artificial phallic device made it's way between Cade's round, fuzzy ass cheeks, and continued to spew a seemingly endless amount lubricant. Cade continued to struggle while this was occurring. Then he felt the tube in his mouth start to vibrate, his eyes shot open and he watched as a translucent blue fluid flowed down, straight into his stomach. At that same moment the doctor took the tube that was in his hand and shoved it hard into Cade's tight anal chute. "Gurghaggh" was all Cade could get out around the mouthpiece as he felt the pain of loosing his virginity shot up his spine sending messages of pure agony. The doctor didn't even bother with his subject well being, he just continued to ram the hose deeper into Cade's sore pucker. Cade continued to gurgle into the muzzle device even after he no longer felt the tube trying to force its way past his sphincter. He could feel the fluid collecting in his stomach stretching his slender frame to accommodate what would later be used to complete his transformation.
The tube in his ass started to vibrate like the first one was, and Cade could feel it rubbing against something deep in his bowls that he'd never felt before, it caused a new sensation to pulse through his body, alongside the pain, something he had almost forgotten existed while he was trapped here. He started to feel pleasure snake its way towards his crotch. 'This can't be happening, I'm not a fag!' he clenched his eyes shut trying to forget about the feeling coursing through his body, urging him to enjoy every second of what was once torture. The stretching that was affecting his stomach was now going through his bowls as well, forcing more pleasure on his sensitive prostate. His penis began to respond to what his mind was fighting to ignore. 'Oh, please God no.' the begged his member to go back down, but it was too late. The scientist took the simi-erect dick and stuffed it into another device that began methodically sucking and vibrating on Cade's traitor of a cock. Waves of pleasure soared through his body. For the smallest of moments Cade was in heaven, but a moment was all that he needed. He let go of his fears of being discriminated against for enjoying this and gave in to the endless feeling of joy vibrating throughout his whole being.
Cade began trusting into the pump attached to his throbbing cock, urging it to finish the job quickly, while the remaining attachments finished introducing the chemicals that would steal what was left of his humanity. His stomach was bloated, so much so that he couldn't even see his own dick, which was quickly being worked to the point of orgasm; he only needed one more push to reach the edge. The push he received was entirely unexpected as the scientist placed Cade's stomach and started to rub. He never felt this good from being rubbed before, it was like all of his nerves had moved to that one spot and his entire being was in that one had resting upon his abdomen.
Moaning in sheer ecstasy he came into the pump releasing that pent up energy as pint after pint of his seemingly endless supply of his spunk was greedily sucked up with a vacuum like force that pulled and tugged on his throbbing pole extracting more of his seed with every suck, removing what was left of his human seed and preventing him from ever copulating as his body processed a sterile fluid to replace it. He was completely drained, but the machine kept sucking, sending his body in to tremors of pleasure/pain as his over sensitive sex was ceaselessly tormented. He started to scream through the now empty tube lodged in his throat.
After only a few seconds that seemed like an eternity for poor Cade, the hose was removed followed by the two other devices. The scientist left the room and shortly after the two handlers returned into view, unbuckling Cade and pulling him so that he was left sitting up on the steel slab. He looked down at his distended belly; he looked and felt like he was pregnant with twins. He played with his belly button, which popped and looked like what its name was intended to suggest. He moaned out in pleasure as he cupped his large tummy and tried to stand. If walking on his hooves was hard at first this was nearly impossible, but somehow he made it. And slowly made his way back to his cell. Wobbling towards a fresh pile of hay he flopped down, and passed out. As he drifted off he wondered how long his tummy would stay like that, then went out like a light. As he slept he dreamed of babies and being a mother.
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Hey, all 5 of my readers. I finally motivated enough to post part 2. I told you I'd make up for the total lack of yiffiness in my last post. So, without further Adeu: part 9/2
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From the Ashes: Part 9- Matchmaker pt. 2
Fuse sat at a table at the café. She was a little giddy. She had no idea what Zach looked like. It was only after that he had signed off with his message "I'll be there" that she realized that they had no idea what one another looked like, and therefore, how to find each other. As if sensing her thoughts, Veronica put a hand on her friend's back. "It's gonna be alright." "Seriously, chill." Jared added as he watched Fuse down her third cup of coffee-flavored cream and sugar, not at all helping her nerves.
Jared and Veronica had accompanied Fuse for 'moral support' as Jared had put it. In truth, Jared had wanted to make sure no incidents happened, such as Fuse letting something too odd slip as to her true identity. True, Jared knew that they would have to tell this Zach, but he didn't want a crisis on his hands.
Fuse couldn't chill. She could be meeting her lifelong mate today, not something to be taken lightly. True, Fuse still harbored feelings for Jared, but had come to terms with the fact that Jared did not love her. And who knows, Fuse might spark a connection with this Zach. Maybe Jared and Veronica were right; maybe she didn't ever really love Jared, but rather felt strong attraction to Earthlings. Dammit, why was love so complicated?
It was 12:10, and still no sign of Zach. Fuse sighed; telling herself that this was all just a fantasy. She shifted in her seat, taking another sip of her sugar-rush-inspiring coffee, she just could not sit still. Something distracted her from her musings, though. Off the street from the general direction of the hotel came in a man dressed in casual clothes. Baggy blue jeans with more pockets than should be on one pair of pants adorned his lower half, and a black shirt that was obviously too big for him as it hung off of him like a circus tent adorned his top. On his shirt was an odd symbol, or rather, four odd symbols inside of each other. In the center of the shirt, there was a peculiar white arrow. Outside of that, there was a red heart. Outside of that, there was a white clover. Outside of that was a red diamond.
Fuse could not figure out what was up with this new character, her thoughts of being stood up by Zach pushed back into her mind. What were those strange symbols? Runes of some sort? But humans haven't even found out about the Aether, let alone how to manipulate it. By Confederation estimates, that technology would be eons away...
Once more, Fuse was drawn back out of her own mind. The newcomer walked over to a family of three. A man, a woman, and a cub. No, a kid, Earthlings didn't have cubs. Fuse watched him eagerly. His steps seemed calm, a wide smile on his face. The man first approached the father, whom the man proceeded to whisper something into the father's ear. With a nod of approval to the man, the newcomer knelt down beside the girl, who seemed a little unnerved. He looked her in the eyes and continued to smile. "What's your favorite color?" Unsure, the girl replied, "Pink." Rolling up imaginary sleeves (his shirt was short -sleeved) the man produced a bright pink flower into his cupped hands. He presented it to the little girl as the patrons of the café started clapping. "Thank you, thank you. I do have something to ask everyone. Is there a Fuse in the audience?"
Fuse froze. How did this guy know her name? She knew she should have spoken up, but for some reason, her voice would not come.
Aww, man. Fuse was gonna blow it. Jared couldn't let that happen. Fuse was shy in public without him. She wouldn't even come to the café if she knew that Jared and Veronica wouldn't be there. Jared suspected that Earthlings kinda intimidated her since Jared was the only one she's ever seen, and Earth was quite literally packed with them. Jared "Right over here, guy." Jared watched as the newcomer whom he suspected was Zach turn toward him. Jared laughed as he saw the shock come over Zach's face as he turned to the masculine voice and saw Jared standing up. Jared hoped to avoid sending Zach running away by pointing to Fuse. Jared smiled inwardly as he watched the sigh of relief cross his face.
Fuse was infinitely glad that Jared and Veronica were sitting in the table right behind her. And she was glad that Jared had found her voice for her.
Zach came down from his performance high. He sat down in front of Fuse, the girl he had met yesterday on a new dating site he had decided to try. He saw her profile, and messaged her on a whim. They talked and talked and Jared had found out that by some strange coincidence, that she was in the same state, same town, and the very same hotel. On another whim, he had asked to meet.
It was when he woke up that he had no idea what this Fuse character looked like, for her profile only seemed to depict her fursona, not the actual her. Zach had thought this a little bold, but he had gone along with it anyway. But, it didn't help him now that he had forgotten to ask what she looked like.
Luckily, Zach had been hit with an idea. Zach could've just asked the crowd of people at the café, but he didn't want to seem like a dumbass. So, he was faced with the problem with subtly getting all attention on him. Which wasn't as an insurmountable task as one would expect, for Zach was an amateur magician. Loving to amaze people on the streets, Zach could control almost any crowd. He knew that a standard conjuring trick would suffice to bring eyes on him, and then he could ask if Fuse was there.
Well, she didn't speak up, but his plan had worked, he had found her. She was cute. She was wearing a light red blouse over a slightly darker red skirt. He looked her up and down, from her warm and inviting brown eyes and supple lips, he moved his eyes down her neck, over her shoulders, down her generous bosom, her slim tummy, and that she was sitting perpendicular to Zach's direction allowed him a look at her long legs. For some reason, though, she was sitting sort of sidesaddle, leaning to the left. Zach guessed it was just more comfortable that way for her.
Fuse watched as the man sat down. "Z-Zach?" He gave her a warm smile. "It seems that I wasn't the only one nervous about today." She let out a small laugh. "So, Fuse, friend of yours?" Zach said, gesturing toward Jared, who was engaged in conversation with Veronica. "Oh, yeah. Moral support." "And insurance?" "What?" "Insurance, in case I turned out to be a stalker psycho-killer person." "Oh." Fuse said with a laugh. "No. Just to lend assistance, I really am foreign. Although, I think I could handle myself, should you turn out to be." Fuse teased. "And here's me, without any form of protection against you..." Zach teased back. "Are you worried?" "Should I be?"
"I think they're hitting it off well." Jared said. "He better not hit her. I'd kill him." Veronica seethed, shooting a dirty look over her shoulder toward Zach and Fuse. "No. No. No. It's a term to mean, they look like they're getting along." Jared was aware that Veronica felt protective of Fuse, and was honestly a little afraid for Zach the way Veronica was looking at him. "What? Oh, yeah. They look to be doing good." The couple continued to watch their friend and her new potential mate.
"I see you like some taste to your coffee." Zach commented, watching Fuse dump the fourth half-and-half cup into her coffee. "Yeah, Jared asks me if I would like any coffee with my cream and sugar." "Hehe, well if that's how you take it, so be it. To each his own. Or, in your case, her own. Not a big coffee drinker myself, prefer Root Beer." "Cool." Said Fuse, remembering Root Beer from among the sodas Jared had let them try. "Well, then, why not order some?" "I don't think this is the kind of place that sells Root Beer, its not exactly a café type drink." "Well, then, shall we adjourn to elsewhere?" "Well, the lady has not finished her cream and sugar." "The lady is finished when she says she is." Fuse said with a smirk. "And one would not want to argue with the lady, would he?" Jared smirked back. "Not one bit." The two left the café laughing, Jared and Veronica not long after.
"What is that black thing in your ear?" Fuse asked. "It's a wireless earpiece. I listen to music on it when I perform, it calms my nerves." "Don't other people hear it." "No, it goes deep into my ear to vibrate my eardrum directly, so only I can hear it." "Intriguing. Why have it." "Dunno, the music kinda gets my blood flowing for the performance and it helps me, well, perform." "This magic is interesting." It was to Fuse, who had not detected the slightest form of Aether manipulation on his part.
They walked on to find another restaurant with tables on a deck so the pair could, once again, sit outside. The whole time Jared was drinking his beverage, and Fuse her coffee, she was trying to get him to spill about magic. "A magician never reveals his secrets." Zach said for the fifth time. "I bet is has something to do with the thing in your ear." Fuse challenged. "You think? You wanna try?" "You're on."
Fuse had slipped the peace in her ear while Zach fumbled with a small remote in his pocket.
A scream filled the air. Fuse writhed on the ground, clutching at her head. "Fuse!" Zach ripped his earpiece out of Fuse who almost immediately settled down.
"Dammit dammit dammit dammit, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Jared said as he ran toward the restaurant where Fuse and Zach were. "What happened?" asked Veronica, running along side her mate. "Zach gave her an earpiece. Those things vibrate the eardrum directly, and they're made for human eardrums, imagine Fuse, a dog, who has more sensitive ears!" "Drek. We need to get there." Jared and Veronica sprinted across traffic, reaching a befuddled Zach cradling a whimpering Fuse.
Jared ran beside Fuse. "Did you take the earpiece out?" "Yes." Zach replied. "You better hope she's alright." Zach saw Veronica for the first time. Of course, he couldn't see the feline side of her, but something in her glaring eyes reminded him of a tiger getting ready to pounce. "It's a reaction to the earpiece. I know it. I just don't know HOW." Said Zach, still confused.
"Never you mind. We just need to get her somewhere quiet." Said Jared, not wanting to put the stress of all the people and the engines and electrical buzz of the city on Fuse ears. "I know just the place." Zach insisted on carrying Fuse all the way to the beach, which was just a couple blocks over. Jared had refrained from taking her to the hospital. With a discreet scan by Veronica's hopper bracelet, they knew that Fuse would be alright.
Jared and Veronica made a pretense of leaving the beach, but stayed within eyeshot of the beach, ever vigilant over their friend.
Fuse rested on the beach, her migraine ebbing away. "I'm so sorry." Zach said quietly, sitting beside her running his hands along her side. His hand felt so good massaging her shoulder, then her side, then her thigh, then her tail. Wait...HER TAIL!?
As if sensing her thoughts, Zach said, "Yes, I know you're not human." "I'm sorry." "Why? Being different is not something to be sorry for. Hell, I should be sorry for letting you take heavy metal to the eardrum." Zach said, looking from Fuse out to the sea. "You're not scared away?" "Hell, no. I was a bit shocked when I pulled the earpiece out, to find that your skin felt like fur. I was wondering if you were going to tell me." "I would have." "I would have though that a nice girl like you would not have hidden something, although now I can see why. Other people."
Fuse affirmed his suspicions with a slight nod. "Yeah. So I guess it works out that I'm a furry, eh?" Zach said, his usual humor coming back. "So, you don't find me unattractive?" "Hmmm. Well, how can I know if I can't see you?" "What are you talking about? You can see my just fh."
Fuse concentrated on the Aether generating device, making it form her image around Zach's visual patterns. "You're beautiful." He leaned down and gave Fuse a light kiss on the lips.
Fuse drew him in closer, deepening their kiss until their tongues were locked in a tender embrace.
"I do think that that is our cue to split, love." Jared said to his mate as they watched the pair making out. "Hmm, she seems to be enjoying that." "We'll just have to see." "Or, we can try it ourselves." "I like your idea better."
Jared and Veronica left back to the hotel room.
"We really shouldn't be doing this." Zach said. Fuse looked into his eyes. She had heard Jared say that, and it didn't have good consequences. "Alright, if you don't want to." "No. No. No. You have me all wrong, I'm all for it, but we kind can't very well be doing this in public." "So, you want to go someplace private." "I would expect that those other two would have gone back to the privacy of their room, but mine's free." "You read my mind."
Jared and Veronica burst through the hotel door in each other's arms. Veronica nearly threw Jared on the bed. "Wow, it seems someone's missed this more than I have." Jared said with a grin. "Well, with Fuse here, I didn't want to make her jealous by mating you right in front of her." "But, she's not here now." "Nope."
Veronica ripped her blouse off and slid her skirt off. She nearly ripped Jared's clothes off of him. Jared was at first confused as to why she didn't wear underwear, but she had no need to, clothes made her feel stuffy, and the thought just aroused Jared even more.
Veronica lay back on the bed, dragging Jared on top of her. She kissed him. "I love you." Jared said as he leaned back. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in. "Mmmmmmmm." Veronica moaned as she felt Jared's shaft enter her, filling her like no other.
Jared thrust up until he was hilted, pulled back out, then did it all over again. His rhythmic thrusting was matched by Veronica's moans every time he buried himself in her, reaffirming their Bond.
Jared leaned onto his love. He rolled his tongue over her exposed breasts. He palmed her left breast while suckling on her right, both sending ripples of pleasure through his lover. "Ahhhhh." Veronica let out a small scream as her body was stimulated all over.
Jared rolled over, pulling Veronica on top of him. He pushed her up, only to let gravity sliiiiiiiide her back down to his base. "Yes." He heard her whisper over and over again as she took him again and again, each new thrust adding new pleasure to the old, building and building.
Pulling out, Jared turned Veronica so she was facing away. He sat up and then let her slide one last time to his base. "Shh!-something new, my love?" "Yes." Moving her tail out of the way, he put his hands under her thighs. He lifted her to his cocktip, then pushed her onto it. He rocked his hips so that he was pushing against her while she sank, pushing deeper into her. He let go of his love's thighs and reached around her front. Using his legs, he splayed hers; and in reaching around Veronica's middle, he had her arms trapped behind her back.
He continued rocking his hips, and she started to grind against him. Jared could tell by her panting that she was getting close. With his hands in front of her, he fingered her clit with one hand, and her nipple with another. "ah, Ahhh, Ahhh!" Veronica screamed as she came, her juices running all over Jared's hands and legs.
Jared realized that he had just overdone it. Still, he wished he could have finished. "Naughty, naughty. Trying to get past me?" Jared could tell Veronica was spent, but he knew better than to argue with her. Jared lay back, letting Veronica do whatever she wanted.
That whatever was her positioning herself laying between Jared's legs. She wrapped her catlike mouth around Jared's member, tasting his pre as well as her own orgasm. She wrapped her slightly bumpy tongue.
If one would imagine a long slide down a soft, wet, warm banister, each miniscule bump a flicker of pleasure in all the right places, one would know why that Jared was coming in no time. "I'm about to go, love. Where do you want it?" Jared said, looking at Veronica.
Veronica looked up into Jared's eyes, a slight grin in her eyes, as her mouth was still wrapped around his member. With a slight slurp of her tongue and a jerk of her neck upward, Jared was coming in her mouth.
Veronica moaned softly as she held her mouth open for Jared to see himself squirting into her waiting mouth. Each spurt washed new warmth in her mouth. Veronica showed it to Jared on her tongue before swallowing it, once again opening her mouth to show that it was indeed gone.
"It seems someone was enjoying herself." Jared said as he faded into sleep, still laying on his back, spent from his tense orgasm. "Indeed, love, indeed." Veronica said, finally letting her afterglow drowsiness soothe her into sleep, her head still resting on Jared's crotch as a pillow.
Fuse and Zach opened the door, and silently shut it, they didn't want to wake anybody up. Zach jumped on the bed, and was soon joined by Fuse. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Zach asked, not wanting to pressure his new girlfriend. "Yes. Although, I don't usually do it this soon." said Fuse, a guilty look on her face.
"Neither do I, but I am a firm believer in following your heart. And, something about it, I dunno. But it just feels...right." Zach said, looking into Fuse's eyes, but not laying a hand on her, wanting her to make the first move. "You feel it, too?" "Yes."
Fuse drew Zach back into their deep embrace. Zach maneuvered his hands over Fuse's body, exploring her soft fur. She did have a thick coat, but it only aroused Zach even more to imagine himself buried in her coat, eternally warming him. Fuse slid Zach's shirt off, then his pants, then his boxers.
Once the last piece of clothing was discarded on the floor, Fuse jumped onto her belly, and stuck her rump into the air. "Well, we'll see if it feels right after all." Zach was at first a little unnerved by Fuse's enthusiasm. However, once he shook, it off, it proved to be more of a turn on.
Zach mounted Fuse, pushing himself in gently. He heard Fuse give off a slight moan, and he was encouraged to push in farther. Once he was all the way in, he started thrusting with his hips. Fuse pushed her own rocking hips back against Zach, pushing him even deeper.
Zach ran his hands all over Fuse, acquainting himself with her body. He ran his hands over her back, her stomach, her shoulders. He reached her head and stroked down her neck. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder as Zach pumped even harder.
Fuse was enjoying herself, Zach's smooth body was a contrast of her own, and each different sensation added to her pleasure, and she moaned even louder as Zach rubbed every spot on her body, pleasuring everything. Once he reached her neck, she turned to look at him. She saw his fingers in the crook of her shoulders and neck. She picked them up and started sucking on them, moaning onto them as Zach continued to piston more pleasure into her growing-hotter-by-the-moment sex. She let his fingers go and closed her eyes as an orgasm washed over her. She buried her face into the sheets and moaned into the bed as Jared continued to thrust.
Jared felt her contractions almost send him over the edge, but a history of stubbornness and a strong will kept him from coming. He continued to thrust, seeing how much Fuse was enjoying it. He saw her turn her eyes away and bury her face into the bedspread as he felt her come all over his member. He watched as Fuse arched her back up, pushing hard against him as she came again. This time, Zach's formidable willpower failed him as Fuse's lovely sex milked him for all of his seed. He shot deep inside his furry lover, coating her insides with a flood of white warmth. Fuse collapsed all the way onto the bed, Zach not far behind her.
Fuse turned so she was facing Zach. "Zach, I think I love you." "I know I love you." Zach replied a smile on his face. Fuse drew him in to a tight hug. "Now, me too." Fuse whispered into her lover's ear as they both let the comfort of sleep wash over them in their postrgasmic bliss.
The next morning, Fuse and Zach joined Jared and Veronica downstairs in the common room. "Good morning." Veronica said toward the couple. Fuse giggled and Zach waved. "It seems someone enjoyed their night together, I think I heard a few moans that we didn't do, love." Jared said to Veronica, well aware that the other two could hear him.
"Well, Fuse, it seems I heard a commotion downstairs. I wonder who could have caused it..." Zach retorted.
"Well, if everyone is done with the sexual innuendo." Said a smiling turtle as he joined the group. "Auldron!" the girls exclaimed, jumping up to give the turtle a hug. "Where ya been?" "Around." "Around? Around where?" "Just around."
Auldron sat down without a word more, and the girls knew better than to try and wrest the information out of him.
The rest of the morning was quite uneventful. Jared, Veronica, and Fuse had told their tales to Zach. Zach readily agreed to go back to Trillious Prime, his family really didn't care about each other until Christmas, when the annual family reunion took place. Fuse was all for returning to Earth whenever Zach's reunion was.
About midday, a police officer came toward their group. "Yes, officer?" Jared spoke up, the group having gone silent. "Are you, Jared Price?" "Yes." "Would you follow me, sir."
Jared got up and followed the officer, and his friends did likewise. They stepped into the security room of the hotel. Jared froze in the doorway. Luckily, it was a double doorway so everyone else could get through.
Aside from the police officers and the group, there was one other person. He looked exactly like Jared. "Steven." Jared all but spat. "Jared!" Steven said. "It's been so long, how the fuck ya doin?"
Veronica looked at Jared. "Love, who is this?"
"My cousin."
To be continued...
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From the Ashes: Part 9, Matchmaker- part 2 by Blatzvack
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Text: "Two Puffers coming up!" Sofia smiled as she cooked. Get the dough, inject the filling, deep fry, listen to the ooohs as the filling puffed up, spray powered sugar and another heart attack ready to go. As the family walked off she leaned forward and sighed. The job wasn't horrible, but working an amusement park food stand was not a career. She never got bored at any rate; people seemed to love those fried dough balls, although Sofia suspected they liked seeing them puff up more then the taste. She had tried them and blarg, probably gained weight just by being near the fryers. Not that she ever had to worry much about that, her figure was slender without having to try, while her Hispanic roots gave her some slight curves.
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"Sofia!" Snapped out of her daze, she jumped back, hitting her butt on the counter's edge. "Um, yes sir?" she quavered, trying to ignore the pain and her glaring boss.
"Don't just sit there! Say the script, get people in line and buying!" Sofia's shoulders slumped, a bit distracted by a worrying tingle from her hips.
"I feel so dumb when I do that, and besides, lots of people come here..."
"Doesn't matter, if you're not selling then you should be calling out!" his eyes moved up and down her body. "And you know we have limit on employees eating the merchandise!"
"But...I don't eat any!" Sofia was worried now; she must have hit a nerve. It felt like her whole torso had fallen asleep.
"Remember, you only get one uniform for free, if you outgrow that, it'll be coming out of your pay!" Her boss said as he walked away.
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As soon as he was out of sight, Sofia twisted around to look at herself and let out a whimper as she saw the filling injector jammed into her hip, pumping away as her butt swelled, filling her pants. Looking down, her chest was definitely sticking out more, not to mention her belly, formerly flat was now sticking out with a small round dome. "Crap! What's happening to me?" Yanking out the injector, Sofia tried to calm down. It could be worse, her butt looked good and a few extra cup sizes were always welcome...Sofia was shaken out of her worry by another group of customers arriving at the stand. Adjusting her tight clothing as best she could, she put on a smile.
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Later, Sofia was dripping. It had to be 110 degrees in this booth and getting hotter. Leaning back to get another drink of water, she felt something press against her butt. Looking back, her butt was squishing against the counter, and her pants seemed tighter than before. Sofia twisted back to the customer, glanced down at the register, and paused. Her cleavage was stretching forward, blocking off some the counter from view. "Oh no..." She could see her cleavage slowly growing outwards, her buttons beginning to pull apart and strain. Glancing up at the customer, a guy staring at her growing cleavage as well, she quickly shouted out that the stand was closed, and shut the window, pulling down the blinds. Alone in the hot and cramped room Sofia tried to stay calm, which was proved to be difficult as a button from her shirt pinged off, and pain from her waist said that her pants were going to be next. She couldn't just leave, she was ready to burst out of her clothes, but if she stayed, she'd keep getting bigger. A second ping made the decision for her as her pants button burst off, her huge body swelling and stretching the stitching of her clothes with a creaking noise. "Can't leave now...have to wait till the park's closed." Her body kept swelling as she waited, buttons bursting off with regularity, her massive thighs tearing open her pants as she grew, until just her stretched bra and panties covering the mass of curves that she had become. It was hard to walk, but Sofia paced as best she could, wobbling back and forth, her body squishing against the counters, the filling inside of her wobbling softly. Glancing at a window, she let out a sob as she saw her reflection; her body was a massive cartoony image of a woman, round, huge breasts, a massive jiggling butt and fat, wiggling arms and legs. Looking at the clock, it was only 20 minutes till the park closed for the night, figure another hour for the rest of the employees to go home, then a waddle back to her car...Thank god she had a roomy one. If she had a compact, she didn't know what she would've done.
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A hour later, Sofia couldn't wait any longer. It was getting harder and harder to move, sometimes she could swear she felt her body touch the ground when she took a waddling step, and if she outgrew her feet...that was just unthinkable. Opening the double doors in the back and squeezing through, she waddled away, her body wiggling softly with every step.
"At least it's cooler now. I'm not swelling anymore, just have to get to my car, get home and hope that this will...go away somehow." Her murmuring turned to a cry as she stepped on something, her foot slipping from under her and her new body tilted backwards, hitting the ground with a thud. Her round body lay in the moonlight, wiggling from side to side as she desperately tried to upright herself. Groaning in defeat, Sofia stopped struggling and tried to calm down. Someone would be here in the morning, then...She'd get taken somewhere and this would get worked out. "At least I stopped..." Sofia's one bright side came crashing down as she felt the hot asphalt beneath her warming her round body, the filling inside of her beginning to swell again. "I hate this job...I wonder if I can get workers comp for turning into a puffball..."
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*But the fire is so delightful*
Music echoed through the hallways of the expansive, and yet rather odd house, that two hybrids resided in. The sound just loud enough to cause the wolger to shift in his bed, his tail flicking against the covers like an agitated feline. He let out a low grunt as he pulled his pillow over his head. "I'm going to pull his wings off when he gets home..."
The covers were tossed to the side, crumpling on the ground as the striped hybrid swing his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched up high, his arms popping at the shoulders before he lets out a soft content little sigh. As his hearing came into focus, he heard the song once more.
*It doesn't show sings of stopping*
*And I've brought some corn for popping*
Quickly he was reminded as to why he got up at this ungodly hour of ... he blinked for a moment before he looked at the clock. "What?!" He stared at the clock as it stared back with the time being nearly eleven in the afternoon. "How the hell I'd sleep in so long..." He got up out of bed and started to stroll through the house.
A yawn split his muzzle before he rubbed at the back of his head, running his hand through his striped russet fur. Then a peculiar smell caught his nose, and he blinked a bit as his ears perked up. Wandering towards it, his tail started to sway before he looked around. The draolf had to be around here somewhere. But, he was no where to be seen. Or heard. "Hm... wonder where he went..."
As he reached the expansive kitchen, Tsuchi had laid his eyes on the biggest cake he'd probably seen in a long while. His eyes widened as he tried to take it all in. He mumbled the words as he read the icing aloud. "Happy birthday, ya old mutt. Hope ya have fun." He blinked a bit... "Old mutt?" A brow quirked before he clicked his tongue a bit. "He's gonna get it when he gets back."
But there was one thing to do first before anything was done to the draolf. The cake begged to be eaten. Devoured. Or at least tasted. A lick of his lips, and he dragged his finger all the way across the full expanse of the cake; producing a glob of the coating at least as big as his nose. A soft mmn came from the wolger as he tasted the frosting.
A shiver ran up his spine, causing his fur to fluff up just a bit before he shook himself out. "Damn, Kaji must've gone all out with this! It tastes amazing!" He took another good sized glob of frosting onto a finger, and stuck it into his maw. He let out a soft giggle as he smiled around his finger, not noticing that the counter was getting just a bit father away from him.
But what he did notice was the sensation of getting heavier, and he blinked a bit. "Oh... that damn dirty draolf..." He looked down, first noticing that he was higher off of the ground as the light fixture above the cake was now eye level. The second thing that he noticed that his sac was getting heavier, and all he could do was raise a brow with a soft sigh.
"I should've known that he'd pull something like this." A warm shiver ran up his spine, making him arch his back with a soft purr. "But... he doesn't know how to make it feel nice." Giggling softly as a warm grin spread over his muzzle, the wolger knelt down and scooped the cake up in his growing paws. He nearly choked on a bite of it when he felt himself come in contact with the rather chilling floor.
"That's a new feeling." With less grace than a tripping cheetah; he scarfed down the rest of the cake. He licked his hackles free of crumbs and frosting as he started to make his way to the outside. The double doors swung open with a light push of a hand, and the hybrid crawled out on his hands and knees.
A blast of smog came from Tsuchi's maw as he stumbled forward; rolling over his head as he pulled his nearly too big foot from the door. An erf and a grunt as he landed on his back, and his still growing junk hit the ground as well. "And that is as well." He lay there, blinking up at the grey sky for a few moments; a rumbling purr rolling through his growing body as every inch of his being turned into a foot; sprouting into a yard soon after!
A slight giddy giggle came from him as he sat up; looking down at his form as he tilted his head with a grin. Running a hand over his body noticed that he was getting more toned, his claws poking out a bit to run against his skin with a soft purr. He closed his eyes with a soft moan as his legs shifted, letting more of himself spread against the ground as he continued to grow and grow.
Soon he was taller than the house, and still getting bigger! The wolger looked around, in the back of his mind he was slightly worried at how big he was going to get. But the rest of his mind was too busy looking at the shrinking surroundings. His ears perked up a bit as he looked forward; a tingling sensation ran through him as his sheath and balls had come into contact with power lines! Instead of electrocuting him; which would've happened at his smaller size, the shock was arousing him.
A loll of his tongue, and another blast of smog from his maw; the wolger leaned against the house behind him. Nearly crushing the house if it weren't for the ingenious structural support that the two hybrids had come up with, Tsuchi had let his hands play along his growing shaft. Coaxing it out more and more into the frigid December air as he let out soft whines. Growing bigger made him come in contact with more power lines, which covered more of his sac, which made him more aroused! It was getting to be too much to keep quiet about.
"God... damn." He panted heavily as he looked at what was growing out of him, it was nearly as long as he was tall! And nearly as thick as his arms! Even the slightest touch brought him closer to the edge, and grazing his own claws down the length of it made him nearly go insane with pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut before he felt another surge of growth rise up through him. He lay on the ground next to the house; his legs nearly circling his sac as his pride was pointed skywards.
With such a grand expanse of obsidian flesh open to the elements, Mother Nature took no time in doing what she does best in winter. Causing cold winds to roll across the world. As those winds collided and caressed the wolger's shaft; he let out a growl as he tried to hold himself back. Globules of pre rolling down the massive length as his teeth clenched shut. His hands holding onto the knot, his claws slightly pricking at it as he let out a hard pant.
Another wind rolled over him and he let out a low whine. He knew the draolf had to be behind this wind! No one else knew just how to make him go insane like this! Pre started to pool onto his stomach and roll down between his balls as another wind just delicately touched itself to his shaft. And he couldn't hold himself back as he felt a giant load just geyser itself up high into the sky.
Massive load after load of sizzling spunk rocketed itself up into the sky. It took nearly several minutes to completely empty himself, and even afterwards there were trickles oozing themselves down onto his torso. His eyes closed as he felt himself shrink down, ever part of him being caressed by that cold wind; causing him to orgasm just a bit more as he clenched at the bite of the chill.
As he reached the normal size for the wolger that he was this morning, his hearing; through his haze, caught the sound of someone whistling. To the tune of the song that he heard this morning. As he looked over in the direction of it; snowflakes started to fall and he blushed as one of them landed on his nose.
"Let it snowLet it snowLet it snow" Hummed the draolf as he strolled over towards Tsuchi. A devious grin was being worn on the draolf's muzzle as he leaned down and kissed Tsuchi's forehead a bit. "Happy Brithday, ya old mutt." He grinned wide, sticking his tongue out as a snowflake landed on that. "Seems ya liked the cake," giggled the draolf as he stood back up and started to head inside. Leaving Tsuchi blushing like a madman and scrambling after him; yelling his name and other colorful words.
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Let it Snow by KajiAldewolf
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*My first erotic fiction, actually. Thanks for all the comments on this story. It's a good ego-booster. Constructive criticism is fine by me, too. I once saw something a Literotica author posted; an author's only reward is feedback, so if you like the story, go ahead and give a holler. Enjoy. ;)*
Kei was naked, his tight ass waving in front of my eyes. I spread those lovely cheeks apart, exposing his small, puckered hole. "Don't tease me, Jake. *Hayaku!" He begged wantonly, his voice heavy-laden with lust.
My hand reached below to stroke his erect cock, already wet with need while I leaned forward and murmured in his ear. "You like that, Kei baby? I'm going to take you right to nirvana and beyond." I lubed up my own swollen cock, as I prepared to plunge into him...and woke up drenched in my own sweat. No wonder that line was so corny.
"Fuck!!" I ran a hand through my sweat-slicked hair, and tried to calm my racing heart, absent-mindedly adjusting my very erect cock in my shorts. I was starting to get weary of these dreams, no, nightmares, which never failed to pursue me relentlessly night after night ever since "the incident". (Refer to Ch. 01)
I looked down at The Man and scowled. "I'd thought you'd have reacted to some hot chick instead. NOT some hot dude, who isn't hot at all, in my opinion."
I love girls. I really do. Innocent-looking schoolgirl ones, Asian ones, biker chicks with D-cup boobs...I love them all. So far, I have never reacted to any man, for any reason. Sure, there were the couple of times in bathrooms where I've snuck peeks at a guy's dick before, just to compare sizes (Note: mine is usually bigger and better) but nothing sexual.
In fact, I was pretty much sure I was a hetero since I'd never even thought of anything remotely gay like checking out some guy's ass. Huge problem now, though. I think I'm not so sure of myself anymore.
Classes were boring. I wish I'd skipped them. One of my favorite hideouts to escape pesky lecturers is the library. No one but nerds go there, and no nerd in his right frame of mind would ever try to awaken me from my slumber. Unless he has a death wish, of course.
Planning to skip the following class, I headed to the library. Coincidentally, Keisuke was there, reading quietly at a table with a pile of thick research-looking books. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Studious." I smiled graciously and pulled up a chair beside him.
He glanced up in surprise, then resumed reading his book on Marsupial Life, but not before I'd managed to catch a tinge of fear behind those dark, stormy eyes. Aha. So he does know that I'll be having sweet revenge for what he did to my poor, battered ego the other night.
"What brings you out here, so far from your usual domain, O Great One?" His neutral voice dripped sarcasm.
I sighed dramatically. "Not much. I'd caught a whiff of some pretty boy, and my nose had insisted I follow the scent so..." I shrugged and spread out my arms. "Here I am. Your Prince Charming, about to save you from the boredom of your Marsupials."
Kei snorted in disgust. "Right. If *you're* Prince Charming, then I'm Brad Pitt."
I smirked. "Can't you take a joke, Kei? Sheez. Loosen up, dude. Don't get your panties in a knot."
He glared at me and stood up, turning to leave. I grabbed his arm before he wandered off too far. "Alright, alright. No more panty jokes for you. Sit. Chat with me."
Kei resumed his just-vacated chair and looked at me. "Chat? I wonder what sort of topics we have in common." For some reason, his intense gaze unnerved me. I could take his glares and scowls, but this? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"The common topics. Like, how many siblings do you have, what's your favorite color, favorite food, uhh...favorite subject..." I ticked off an absurd list of what I actually wanted to know about him. Besides other secret secrets, of course.
Silence hung in the air for awhile. He assessed me at first to see if I was making fun of him, and then when he'd decided that I wasn't, he actually started answering them. "No siblings, I'm an only child. My dad is Japanese and my mom's American. Color. Hmm. Probably shades of blue. I hate *sashimi*. If you didn't know, it's a Japanese delicacy. It's raw seafood like slices of tuna, salmon and such. I like fish and chips with tartar sauce. I never get sick of it. I live for art. Painting's a stress-reliever. Your turn."
That was quite interesting. It was a tad strange to feel no animosity at all between us for once, but I was in the mood to be even weirder. I raised an eyebrow. "So this is like a two-way street? Kay. I'm an orphan, so I don't have siblings or anyone whom I'd consider as one. Favorite sub? Math, because there is only one answer for everything. I like the color black, as it suits my jaded personality and Italian pasta. God. Thinking of *spaghetti carbonara* now is making me drool." I rolled my eyes up to the heavens mockingly.
That was when I saw it. It started with a small smile, then a chuckle and it blossomed into a full-blown laugh, complete with a show of white teeth. It was at that moment when I knew that I'd fallen in love. His head thrown back, the corded muscles visible at his neck made him look so, so sexy, not to mention that deep, throaty laugh. I'd never seen him laugh that way before, with his little buddies.
"Shhh! Quiet, please. This is the library, young man." The plump librarian lady hushed us up.
We looked at each other and snickered. "Whoops. My bad. Looks like I'm bad influence, eh?" I grinned at Kei's amused expression.
"Seems that way." His smile faded for a moment and he turned pensive. "So you're an orphan? Sorry to hear that. Must have been tough growing up." He shot me a sympathetic glance.
Pity. That was one of the things I loathed most in the world, and I hate to be looked upon like some sad, pathetic case, especially by someone who knows nothing about me.
I shrugged. "It's all in the past. Growing up on the streets isn't as bad as what other people make it out to be. What you have to do is make a name for yourself. For me, I was pretty good at street fights, so whenever some guy needed help, he'd sort of hire me. That's how I get paid."
I'd lied. A little. It still affected me sometimes, knowing that I was an unwanted child. Looking at families chatting animatedly and laughing together makes my heart ache still. It's the feeling of being so completely alone, that there is no one who'd care even if you were killed, that turned me into the cynic that I am today.
Kei looked at me for awhile. There are those who say that eyes are like windows to the soul. I hoped that the person who created that quote was a big, fat liar. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he said "I see."
That was all he said after I'd laid bare my painful past to him. Just as I was about to put an end to the discussion, and probably his snotty little high-life, he looked away and asked, "You remember that day when we met in the locker room?"
"Yeah. What about it?" I answered in a clipped tone, feeling not too generous right now.
He looked down at the table. "I was on the phone with my dad. I hate him, which explains why I got so mad when you made fun of me then."
I wasn't too sure of what to feel with this strange turn of events. Here he was, baring his secret to me and I was just sitting there dumbfounded, like a dork. I managed an apology, even though I only half-meant it. "Sorry. It's just that I could tell that you...well. You're not being yourself, to put it in polite terms. It's probably not obvious, except to me, so I suppose you don't have to worry."
He looked so cute sitting there, fidgeting and shooting nervous looks at me to gauge my reaction. By now, I'd come to terms with my gay-ish thoughts of him.
Kei swallowed. "This is my first time actually talking to someone about this. Honestly, I'd never thought it'd be you. You're right, though. *Otou-san wa...*I mean, my dad, has high expectations of me. I have to keep my grades up and report my progress in clubs as well to him. He shows me off like some piece of chattel to his friends at parties, and keeps telling me that I have to uphold the family name since I'll be taking over the family business in the future."
I whistled. "Whoa. Sounds tough. No wonder you opted to live out here."
Scoffing, he retorted, "Tough? It was a hell-hole, that's what it was. It's like, you don't have a say in anything and you're his personal slave."
"Well. What a way to put it. Can I have you as my slave?" I batted my eyelashes at him flirtatiously.
"In your dreams." He playfully smacked my head, not knowing he already was a sex slave in my dreams. Just then, the bell rang and we said our goodbyes. Things had changed for the better, and we'd made plans for dinner. I think it had slipped his mind that he still had a debt to pay, and I wanted it cleared by tonight.
By six, our classes had ended and we headed out to Italiano Restauranté. It was a sight to behold for some of our acquaintances to see the sun and the moon chatting together like old buddies. I picked a secluded corner of the restaurant, and was pleased to note that the table cloths, as expected, draped all the way down to the floor. I chose to sit next to him on the booth.
As Kei flipped through the menu, I slid my hand under the white table cloth and right on top of his crotch. He jumped in shock and looked at me with disbelief and betrayal. "Why don't you order, Kei? Let's not keep this nice waitress waiting, shall we? *Spaghetti Alio Olio with Portobello* and a glass of orange juice for me, please." I flashed her a smile and proceeded to unzip his fly, massaging his growing erection over his boxers.
His face turned pale as he tried to focus on the menu, finally choking out a "Bolognaise* for me and water." He didn't dare push my hand away, not whilst the waitress was here without making it too obvious as to what we were doing.
When she left, Kei hissed at me in anger. "What the HELL are you doing, Jake? Take your fucking hand out right NOW before I–" He gasped when my hand delved inside, pulling out his cock from within his boxers.
I smiled as I stroked his cock with slow, steady strokes, rubbing the sensitive tip with my thumb. "Try not to make too much noise, Kei baby. You don't want to be caught with your cock sticking out like that, do you?" I liked the look of fear in his eyes. He was so turned on in anticipation of what I was going to do to him, yet afraid of the consequences. I wonder if that made me a sadist.
"Relax. I won't hurt you. It's just to call it even, you know. You know that you deserve this for how you treated me then, don't you?"
Kei squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, a visible muscle ticking at his jaw. "Feeling aroused much? See how wet you are? Maybe you've an exhibitionist streak in you after all." I drawled, enjoying the expressions of want and desire on his face.
Just when I launched into a full-blown hand job, making him sputter and gasp and even occasionally moan, the waitress arrived with our meals and drinks. He bit his lip hard when I didn't stop my hand movements, clenching his hands into fists at the table and struggling to steady his hips.
The waitress took one look at his perspiring, pain-twisted expression and assumed it for something else. "Sir? Are you feeling alright? Do you feel ill anywhere?" She must have been the most dense homosapien alive.
With her attention fully focused on Kei, he started to panic. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. I ju...just need to rest for awhile. That's all. Thanks."
I smiled at her. "Thanks for worrying about my good friend here." I continued to stroke his cock, building a faster rhythm.
Her name was Alice on her name tag. "You're welcome, sir. Please enjoy your meals." She smiled and left. Another wicked thought entered my mind.
I glanced at Kei. The moment the waitress disappeared from our sight, his hips moved of its own accord, sliding his cock in and out of my closed hand as he stifled his groans with the back of his hand. "St...stop. Please, Jake. *Yameru yo. Tanomu zo*."
"You know, I don't understand much of the Japanese that you're spouting. So I won't even pretend to. Since you've obeyed my wishes so far, I'll give you a nice reward." I took my hand off his straining erection, and I heard a small sound of protest. He looked disappointed and relieved. Eyes glazed over with lust, tousled dark hair and slightly parted lips; he was the epitome of an exotic-looking sex siren, and he was beyond what Pamela Anderson could ever be.
Simply irresistible. I leaned over, gave him a peck on the lips, surveyed my surroundings quickly and disappeared beneath the silky table cloth. Before Kei could even digest the fact that I'd kissed him, I was already enjoying the view and taste of him.
It was quite a juicy-looking cock, about seven inches long and slightly curved. It twitched in response when I traced a finger down its length teasingly.
By now, I'd noticed that all of Kei's protests had died down to heavy breathing, as he felt me smear his precum all over the rounded tip of his cock, though I doubted that he'd thank me for this when he was back to his normal self.
I bent my head over his cock and ran my tongue around the rim of his knob, eliciting a low groan from him. Encouraged, I dragged my tongue over the entire underside of his erection, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and worked my way down, feeling him shudder as my lips closed around the base of his shaft.
Almost desperately, Kei thrust his cock repeatedly into my warm mouth, using short, quick movements of his hips. I started bobbing my head up and down his erection, coating it with my saliva. If anyone at all had been looking his way, they'd know what was going on underneath those white sheets because he was starting to make muffled noises and obvious shifts in his seat. Too bad that noises from the other tables drowned out his and people were too busy minding their own businesses than to mind ours.
It was pretty tough not to gag sometimes when Keisuke's cock plunged right to the back of my throat, but sucking cock came very naturally to me from the experience of so many girls going down on me. I knew what felt good for me, at least, and used that to my advantage. I continued my assault on him, loving the sounds of whimpers and muffled moans which escaped him.
There was no way I was going to make it out of the restaurant alive if I didn't take care of little ole' me down there as well. I stroked myself to the same rhythm of my lips on him, and then I felt him tense and mutter some Japanese words again which sounded something like "Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!!"
I couldn't describe the feeling of exhilaration when Kei came in my mouth. I think I came at the same time, just by imagining how hot he looked at our table. I cleaned myself off with a paper napkin and sucked the remaining juices off of his cock. It wasn't an addictive taste, since it was slightly bitter. It's probably an acquired taste, and I was startled to find myself liking that and many other things about him.
Lifting an edge of the table cloth, I made a quick check around me and resumed my place beside him. "So, Kei baby. Was that hot, or was that *hot*?" I smirked victoriously at him. He looked wornut and sated, with heavy-lidded eyes.
"I am so exhausted; mentally, emotionally, and physically. I'll hit you tomorrow, that's for certain." He looked down at his spaghetti. "And my food's cold." He shot me an accusing look.
"We can switch if you like." I offered him spaghetti which was just as cold as his was. We finished our meal in silence.
It was dark by the time we'd reached our room. As I prepared for sleep, I glanced over to his bed where he was already tucked in, his shirtless back facing me. No doubt he was still pissed at me.
"Hey. Kei."
"No, you're not forgiven even if you beg." Okay. I deserved that.
"I think I'm falling for you."
Japanese terms:
*Hayaku! :* Faster! or Hurry up!
*Otou-san wa... :* My father is...
*Yameru yo. Tanomu zo. :* Please stop. I'm begging you.
*Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!! :* Enough...stop! I'm cumming! I can't...I'm cumming!!
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A Bad Boy's Love Ch. 02
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Saturday
I woke Saturday morning to an empty bed and lust filled memories
I staggered to my room and threw on gym shorts and a tee shirt and heading to the kitchen where I heard El banging and scraping around with pots and pans.
She turned and smiled and said hello. She was wearing PJ pants, a tee shirt and a light short robe. She was covered and that was fine. She was still cute as could be and just being in the same room with her was having an effect.
She said "Breakfast?"
"Yes please."
A whole bunch of small talk started over eggs and toast and a way too strong pot of coffee I brewed. When we were done we went to the back patio to drink more coffee and read the paper. Yea, the parents are very cute with the paper delivery still.
My cloths from last night were still scattered about the ground. I looked at them and at El and started to get another erection. It was obvious to her what was happening.
"Take those shorts off would you?" she said.
Off they came, I sat down and my erection grew.
"Let's talk for a bit about last night OK?" she said, and then continued.
"Listen, we are not boy friend and girl friend, OK. We are step brother and sister. That doesn't mean we're not going to know each other in a carnal way, because we have and we will. But I have a couple of "boyfriends" at State and I'm happy with that. You OK with all of that so far?" she asked.
I said, "Yup that is just fine with me. I must say I'm a little confused about what happened last night, why I did what you asked and why it was such a turn on."
El said, "I'm not confused at all. I know that my mom and my dad had a special type of relationship. They loved and respected each other, no matter the physical part of the relationship, they supported each other and that was fine. I never really knew what that special physical relationship was, but I knew it may be kinky and private. When my mom first talked with me about marrying your dad, she said your dad and she had that same type of special relationship."
"Well how did you learn it was female led?" I asked.
"That happened a little later. Right before I left for State mom said she had been a member of a sorority there. Mom got quiet for a second and then just went on in a rush. The sorority only takes members who are the smartest and most aggressive and self assured woman on campus. Dominant woman on campus she said. At the time I thought the term odd. She told me the sorority sisters cultivate a cadre of young men to cater to their needs and the needs of the house. No one takes on a boy friend until their senior year at the earliest. The boys are available to the house and serve the sisters in anyway they see fit. It could be as simple as helping out around the house, like with maintenance, building shelves, cutting the lawn, that sort of thing. Things that took time and effort and things men would be proud to do to please a woman. Sounds silly I know, but really, it's not. She then went on to explain that some of the boys were "used" in a sexual fashion. I was shocked as she went on to explain that the boys were chosen because they were submissive and once they embrace their submissiveness, they are taught to serve the woman of the house."
I asked, "Did she say she sought out a submissive man to marry after college?"
"My father was one of the sorority boys, and then my mom's boyfriend and then of course they got married." El said.
"Did you pledge that house your freshman year?" I asked.
"I did." she said. "Last year we brought on 12 new boys who learned everything there was to know about each sister and how to please them. They were available to us after 8PM and on Friday and Saturday nights. The boys have to work out and stay in great shape. They have to maintain a 3.8 grade point average so we leave them to study until 8PM. We also tutor them in academics if they need help. It's funny, one of the guys told me when he takes a physics exam or quiz he gets a hard on. His physic sorority sister tutor gives the best blow jobs in the sorority house and rewards "A's" in a special way. The boys are also tutored in what each sister likes sexually. The boys have to be discrete and not talk about any of the girls or the house in general. We expect them to be gentlemen on campus and boy toys in the house. Of course they are checked for any sexual diseases before they set foot in the house. We have special contacts and privileges at the campus medical center."
"Wow, El, you mean they are sex slaves?" I asked.
"No, I wouldn't say that, I would say they are slaves to sex. Once they realize the benefits of being sexually subservient and submissive they really enjoy making sure we all are happy. But don't forget, they do get to cum a lot. That said, we do have an orgasm denial week where the girls are pleasured as usual and the guys have to wait until Saturday night to cum. It's really amazing what 25 or so crazy horny boys will do."
"I though you said 12", I asked.
"Yea, I did, five are boyfriends of seniors and the rest are hold over's. The boyfriends are not usually in the general mix of boy toys, but they can be if their girlfriends like and during orgasm denial week, everyone is in play. Of course the girls are totally free to do what they want with whomever they like, boyfriend or not. All of the boys, boyfriends or boy toys do what the sorority sisters tell them to do. By the way, when you have a house full of sexually liberated woman and sexually obedient men there are a lot of orgasms happening all the time. There are rules though, the Sorority Boys are limited to sex with the sorority sisters. That is a pledge they have to take. The boyfriends are usually limited to their girlfriends but there is a lot of sharing and the Sorority Sisters can do whatever they want.
By this time my hard on was back and straining more than just a bit.
Looking at my cock she said, "We need to shave you. All the boys are shaved, we like the clean bald cock look. Except the guys that are really hairy, we just clip them close. It looks odd to have a bald space when you are furry. We'll do that later"
I looked down and wondered what my cock would look like shaved, how I would ever go to a gym again, why was I was getting even harder with the thought of being shaved by this woman. I think I was loosing control of my dick to this girl. I looked up at her. She too was gazing at my bobbing cock. She knew exactly what was going on. Finally she spoke.
"John, I think for the next 8 days or so you need to totally let yourself go into my care. Do whatever I ask of you whenever I ask it of you. Don't think about it, don't worry about it, just do it. I'll teach you how to bring me pleasure and you will learn a lot about a woman's body. In that same time I think you will learn a lot about yourself. About what pleases you and what turns you on. I think you will realize you may have some unusual needs but also find some easy solutions to fulfilling those needs. I know from the boyfriends, the guys who have been around the sorority for four years that their attitude toward life, success and happiness is very peaceful, joy filled but still aggressive and manly. Being submissive to a woman you like and eventually may love doesn't make you weaker, it actually makes you stronger. It's not just about you, it's about who ever you are with, it's not about "cumming", it's about sharing joy and pleasure. Giving pleasure turns into your pleasure. Giving up control is a gift not a sacrifice. Control in the hands of the right woman is liberating."
She got on her knees, spread my legs and rested her forearms on my thighs, looking at me.
"The sisters call them newbies, the guys that are found on campus and brought to the sorority to be potential sorority men. The boyfriends also play a role in finding the right guys. Some are chosen out of the locker rooms because they have huge cocks. They usually don't work out. Most are chosen because of their intelligence and curiosity. There is a system that works pretty well. As you would guess most of the boys are not submissive and go about their lives. Of those who are, only a small percent can accept the beauty of it and get totally into the headspace. Those who do end up having remarkably active sex lives with lots of beautiful and smart woman. They learn to embrace who they are as the sisters lead them to further accept their submission and service. Sometimes it's beautiful lovemaking and other times it raw and bawdy sex, just hard cocks and dripping pussies, but either way, it is a lots of fun. From the look of that cock, you have potential" she said with a laugh.
We both looked down at my cock. It was doing the cock head beating against my stomach thing again.
She went on, "You have already passed one of the biggest tests and one that is finite, it is the only total eliminator for joining the sorority." She paused and look me in the eyes.
"You didn't resist at all when I told you I was going to snowball you." she said.
I flushed red with embarrassment and looked down. El of course saw I was uncomfortable.
She said, "John look at me."
I did but it was hard to not look away. I forced myself to just look at her beautiful face no matter how embarrassed I was.
She spoke. "John, you're a natural cum eater. From my perspective and the perspective of the sorority, that is a good thing. In fact, if you were not a cum eater we would not be having this conversation right now. It's a requirement to be a sorority boy. Our logic is this, if men expect woman to swallow their sperm, we expect men to swallow sperm too. What's good for the gander is good for the goose, to crumple a metaphor. This usually is what disqualifies potential sorority boys. They just can't bring themselves to do it. I'm glad to see you are a realist and not homophobic in a heterosexual way. We look at it as a sign of respect by the men toward the sorority sisters. Kind of, I will do for you all that I ask you to do for me, or put another way, I will do whatever you ask of me and learn to enjoy it. It's a test and a sign of respect and you should be proud not embarrassed that you wanted to please me so much you swallowed your cum when asked. By the way, you will be swallowing all of your cum from every orgasm you have with me, all my boys do. It turns me on when a guy does it. Being such a willing cum eater also confirms for me that you are naturally submissive. This is an exciting thing for you to know about yourself. You submission also empowers me and that makes me feel strong and sexy and confident," she said.
I obviously was still very embarrassed and I must have looked quite uncomfortable. I was having a very hard time holding eye contact and I kept glancing away and tilting my head down. I felt like I had been caught doing something very bad.
El said, "There is a poster on the back of every sister's door that has these words on it. We all have these words memorized as will you.
"Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use." "Submission is not thinking less of yourself, submission is thinking of yourself less." "Submission is not about what is done to you, submission is what you can do for her."
I want you to know that I think being a submissive young man is not a bad thing at all. I think you too will find being a submissive young man with a hard bobbing cock has its advantages," she said.
I was still feeling a little light headed and off center. But I was still hard.
El said, "Let's get a move on. We can take care of your cock later; right now let's take care of the three "S's", poop, shower and then a nice clean shave for you. Breakfast dishes first, then some private time for reflection and catching up on the news, emails and such, than I'll meet you in the shower. OK?"
I looked down at my throbbing cock. "He has to wait?" I asked.
El said. "Just for a while, my guess is you will never make it through the shaving and yes, get use to him being hard and not cumming. As long as you are playing with me, with the sorority, not only will you swallow all of your cum, you will only cum when we want you to cum", she said with a smile. "Girls rule, subs drool. In your case, drip" as a constant stream of pre-cum coated my cock and a stand hung from the end.
El said, "One other thing I like is when a guy asks permission to cum. I usually say yes, but every once in a while I need more time to catch up...or I want the lust to last a little longer. Sometimes I feel like playing with orgasm denial a bit. But it also turns me on to be in control of a man's orgasm, so remember to ask, please."
El went on, "And while we are on the topic of cumming, you will be able to jerk off but never without permission. You can use your hand to keep yourself hard and on the edge, but your orgasms belong to me and soon the sorority. I will have you jerk off for me sometimes right after an orgasm with me. I like watching a good cock beating now and again. Otherwise if you are away from us and you "need" to cum, you will have to call one of us for permission. Don't' worry, we usually just say sure, sometime we will want you to sign onto a live video sites so we can watch. The hard part, sorry for the pun, the hard part for you, we still insist on you swallowing your ejaculate, and that is difficult to do alone. That is why having us watch, works, we are there to encourage you. OK?"
I was at a loss for words but the thought of not controlling my own orgasms intrigued and excited me. My cock strained. I flushed red with embarrassment as we stood and she took my hand. She was calling me a cum eater and I had just given all control of my orgasms to an 18 year old girl. And my cock was as hard as it has ever been. I don't know where this is going, but I'm defiantly along for the ride.
As we started our walk into the house my straining cock and the crazy situation, my nudity, she was clothed; it was going to be too much. My cock bounced and I felt it building. I was going to cum.
I pulled back on her hand and stopped. I looked at her. "El, I'm not going to make it. Can I please have permission to cum?" I said.
She stopped and turned with a confused look. She saw my cock straining and my body tremble. "Don't touch yourself. If you cum without touching yourself, I'm OK with that, in fact it's a very nice compliment to a girl," she said.
She smiled and looked at my straining cock. And that is all it took. I convulsed and squirted sperm up to my neck and covering my chest. I bobbed and came a few more squirts, but not touching my cock did nothing to relieve my intense hornieness.
El just watched, wide eyed, hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh and finally said, "Oh my goodness. That was amazing."
She stepped to me and with the side of her index finger scooped a fair amount of sperm from my stomach and chest and brought her hand to my mouth. She looked at me with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Only one word was said, "Open."
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How it Began Ch. 02
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When I woke up that morning, the odds of me shooting semen onto the face of one of my new teammates must have been at least one thousand to one. They always said I was lucky, but not that lucky. But it had happened. I pinched myself. I wasn't dreaming.
"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess of your face," I said, as Matt knelt on the floor with my dick in his hand and a gallon of cum on his face. "Watch out! There's some about to drip off the end of your chin."
Matt scooped it up with a finger. Then he dangled the same finger over the head of my dick and let the drop of cum drip down onto the silky, curved surface. He moved his head forward slowly, and he licked the drop from my glans with his tongue. He trawled it across his upper lip too, drawing more of my spunk into his endlessly thirsty mouth.
"Man! Do you always cum that much? Massive mate. Massive! You must have been saving that up for weeks. Do you have a licence to operate that thing? Your cock's dangerous mate," said Matt. He wiped the back of his hand over one of his cheeks and then hung it out in front of him as cum drooled down his fingers, some of which fell to the floor. "Do you have a towel or something?"
"Sure."
"Make it a large one mate."
"Oh shit! Sorry."
Now that I'd shot my load, I acted like a self conscious dork again. I backed up a couple of steps until the backs of my calves hit the chair. I turned towards the bathroom. My shirt stuck, in parts, to my sweaty back like cling-film. The hem brushed against the skin of my lower back, just above my butt. I contemplated covering my naked arse with one of my hands. Instead, I grabbed the sides of the bottom of my shirt and tugged downwards as I walked. It made no difference. My shirt was too short.
"Don't worry about your arse man."
Oh shit. I had wondered whether Matt could see, considering all that spunk in those eyes, the ones that had just sent me into orbit. When I reached the bathroom I unfolded a couple of towels from the vanity cabinet and wrapped one of them around my waist. I wondered how I looked after all that had happened. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I looked like crap. I filled the washbasin with cold water and splashed it over my flushed face.
"Are you coming mate?," shouted Matt from the other room. "Get your arse back in here man. Your cum's everywhere. It's dripping onto the floor now."
I took my shirt off, unwrapped the towel from my waist and wiped the lingering sweat from my body. Then I retied the towel to my waist, put my shirt back on, and walked out to where Matt waited.
He hadn't moved a muscle. He was as I had left him, kneeling on the floor with one cum smeared hand suspended out in front of him as though he didn't want to touch anything with it. But then he waved it at me. "Hey man. Chuck me the towel. I've got your stuff all over me. It's all over the place. Bucket loads of it. Man! You could cure world starvation with that thing. Spunk was flying out of your cock like there was no tomorrow."
Embarrassed, I walked up and handed him the towel. "Here."
He took it just as a globule of cum fell from his fingers.
"It's not that bad, is it?," I said.
Matt draped the towel over his hands and sunk his face into it, wiping it clean, or at least attempting to, of the semen I had deposited there at his request. He chucked it back at me, which I failed to catch, and it dropped to the floor. Then he looked up at me, as he got up from the floor and sat in his chair, offering his face for inspection. "Is that better? Your cum hasn't ruined my handsome features forever has it? What do you reckon mate? Can you still see any of your spunk on my face?"
Matt rarely failed to make me laugh. "Oh shit, it is that bad," I said. "Hang on." I went to the bathroom and ran a facecloth under the hot tap and returned with it. "Sorry, your hair is, well, has got strings of, you know, in it. There's strings of sticky, you know, oh shit, semen and there's still some stuff on your face. Here, you can use this." I offered him the steaming facecloth. "Sorry ..."
Matt didn't budge and had his arms firmly planted on the armrests. I thrust my arm out further and tried to get him to take the facecloth. He looked up and shook his head. "Mate, can you do it?"
"I suppose so. Are you sure? You could pop into the shower or something if you want. There's soap in there and everything."
"Nah. You do it. Use that," he said, pointing to the facecloth in my outstretched hand. Matt moved his backside forward in the chair and put a pillow behind his back for support. Then he tilted his head back. In his mind, it was a done deal. "I'm ready man. I'm ready for you to make me handsome again."
I tried to think of something witty to say in reply but I just laughed. I stepped up and stood over him. "Hold still." I bent over, lowering my eyes closer to his and I manipulated his head to face the light. Then I placed the facecloth on his left cheek and glided it across the centre of his face, across the bridge of his nose and his right cheek, mopping up bits of half dried cum. Matt smiled and looked me in the eye.
I placed the facecloth at his right temple and ran it down his jawline and over his stubbled chin, rustling the short, bristly hairs. For the first time I noticed a healed scar stretching about an inch, forward of his right ear, almost hidden by his five o'clock shadow. "Do you like this look?"
"What look man?"
I stopped for a minute and stood upright, putting my hand on his chest. "The unshaven one."
"Mate, I don't shave before a game. For three days, at least. Don't you think it makes me look more rugged or something? You know, like a gladiator."
I smiled, wanting to laugh but nodding in agreement.
"Did you see that guy today? Man he was scared when he saw me running at him. He virtually ushered me through."
"Oh yeah. I saw that. You almost scored a try." I patted his chest, the facecloth in my palm. Then I bent back over and inspected his chin from even closer, sweeping up stray bits of cum from his neck.
"No bugger likes tackling me when I look like this."
"Sure."
"When I haven't shaved I mean. Not with a gallon of your spunk on my face. It makes me look mean mate."
I wiped down his jawline, over that scar. "I'm sure the girls like it too."
"The chicks? Man! Anyway, it'll all be gone when I shave in the morning."
I pricked my ears up. I stood back up, and placed my hand and facecloth back on his chest. "In the morning? Would you like me to give you one? I can give you a shave."
"What? Now?"
"Yeah, may as well. I've got a razor and some shaving foam in the bathroom. It wouldn't be any trouble. I can do it here, while you're sitting in the chair. No problem." I pointed to the bathroom. "I'll go and get the stuff."
"Mate, nah don't. It's ok. Don't worry about it. I'll shave in the morning."
I smiled apologetically. "Ok." The room fell silent.
I cleaned up bits of cum from the side of his hair, and watched his heartbeat pulsing in his temple. He breathed peacefully through his nose and would have looked peaceful too, if it wasn't for the mess. I wiped his forehead and then I noticed another scar, a tiny one, on his brow. Our eyes caught each other. He smiled, which I returned. Then I dabbed at his eyebrows and Matt instinctively closed his eyes.
I looked down, peeping over his lungs as he breathed, towards his groin and his ... erection. The zipper of his jeans strained, so much so it was unzipped about an inch. His green undies showed through the gap and so did the impression of the head of his swollen cock, covered by the thin fabric. His bulge twitched and his fly unzipped one more notch. When I looked back at his face, I found Matt watching me, smiling.
That was it. Once it starts there's no stopping it. My groin tingled. My penis stirred. The pressure intensified as it expanded and pushed out against the weight of the towel around my waist. It started to tent. But it was about to get worse. Much worse. I couldn't help myself. I stared at the part of Matt's face which had been so accommodating moments earlier. All of a sudden his lips looked irresistible. Before I knew it, my head was making an advance towards his. Our lips were on a collision course, and it was all in slow motion.
"Oh shit, sorry," I said, suddenly conscious of what was happening. My head made a rapid retreat. As I walked past Matt's prone body towards my dresser, I tossed the soaked facecloth onto his groin, making him flinch as though I had just kneed him there. That made him grab at it and sit up.
"Mate? Hey, what are you doing man?"
I took a clean pair of undies from my dresser. I was in danger of running out at this rate. I pulled them up my legs and under the towel with my back to him. Then I grabbed my pants from the bed. "I'm sorry, can you finish that off yourself?," I said, flustered. "I'm just putting my pants back on."
"Why? Come on. You haven't finished cleaning your spunk off yet man."
"No way. There's hardly any left. I got most of it. I was getting cold. Don't you find it chilly in here?"
"Chilly? Mate, it's not chilly. You're crazy man."
It wasn't until I fastened the button on my pants that I noticed Matt returning from a brief visit to the bathroom, his face clean, and his hair damp. He gathered the cards from the bed and slumped himself into the chair. He shuffled the deck. "Now, where were we?"
"My turn first," I said. I subtly arranged the bulge in my pants and sat back down in the chair opposite.
As he continued to shuffle he glanced down to where it looked like someone had shoved a baseball down my pants. Then he looked down at his own disarray. He placed the deck of cards on the floor between us and poked his penis back through his fly. Then he lifted up his backside, straightening his pelvis, and he inelegantly pulled up his zipper over his fulln erection. "Mate?," he said.
"Yep."
"Do you have any lube or something man?"
I giggled weakly.
"KY Jelly, olive oil, lotion? Anything like that'll do."
I didn't answer.
"Man, you must have something. What do you use to wank with?"
I covered my face with my hands. "I can't believe you just asked me that."
"Don't you use lube?"
When I removed my hands, I felt my face burning. "No, I don't have any lube."
"Bummer." Matt pointed to the floor. "Take a card then."
I stood up and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket. I took out a twenty dollar note and offered it to him. "Will this be enough?"
He took the money from me, and dangled it in his hand in front of him. "For what?"
"There's a supermarket at the end of the street. Go and buy what you need and bring it back."
Matt folded the money in two and shoved it into his back pocket. "Man, you must be made of money."
I rolled my eyes. "Yea, can't you tell? I'm living a life of luxury here. Just buy what we need ... and Matt?"
"What?"
"Bring back the change."
Matt grinned. He got up, his clothed erection flashing teasingly before my eyes, and he looked over his shoulder as he turned to leave. "Ok mate. Leave it to me."
"Hang on. Wait! You know what I mean don't you?"
Matt continued walking but I could hear his muffled laughter. "Yeah mate. I know what you mean. You're so crazy."
He obviously did know what I meant. I could tell. It was the way he laughed. He patted his backside over the pocket where he had stashed my money and unlocked the door before his sexy back view disappeared out the doorway as bright streetlights illuminated his speedy exit.
"I'll wait for you here!" I shouted through the door he had, in his haste, left open. I assumed he could hear me. I got up too and yelled through the doorway. "Try the men's toiletries aisle."
Realising what I had said, and how it may have sounded, I instantly scanned the street, left and right. Not another sole in sight, luckily. A car drove past, shining on Matt's supple body, as he strutted the footpath, a bit like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. I pushed the door closed, leaving it unlocked for him. Then I headed for the bathroom, tearing my shirt off my back as I went. I quickly peeled my black pants and underpants down my legs and kicked them into the corner of the bathroom, where they landed on top of my discarded shirt.
I held my outstretched hand under the shower as the needles of lukewarm water ricocheted off in all directions. "Hurry up!" I said impatiently, as if the shower had ears. I stepped in and slid the polyester curtain across the railing. Then I turned to briefly let the warm streams of water cascade down my back, washing away the sticky, drying sweat. I thought about what Matt and I had just done and what we might do when he returned. That's what kept me aroused, despite having already cum over Matt's welcoming face. I closed my eyes and fleetingly stroked my hard cock. Then I took a cake of soap from the shelf into my hand. I reached behind my back, rubbing the soap liberally over my arsecheeks, and then between them. I was clean. I had checked.
Showered and clothed, I returned to the comfort of my chair and stared at the front door. Ten minutes later, Matt still hadn't returned. My shower needn't have been so hurried. I had time to think, which probably wasn't a good thing. Was I handsome? Was I cool? I wanted to be both those things when Matt walked in the door and saw me. My penis couldn't care less. I fidgeted around on the chair, altering my pose and I chose the coolest..
When I saw the cards lying on the floor untidily, where Matt had left them, I had a sudden wicked thought. Should I? I glanced at my front door that Matt could be opening at any moment, and then back at the deck of cards. What the heck? Two can play at that game. I gathered them up and fanned them, face up, in my hand. I extracted one king, and then another. I rummaged through the deck quickly, and then for a second time. There were no more. I gazed up at the door and then laughed to myself. "The bastard!" I should have guessed. He'd done it again. I tossed the deck of cards onto the floor, then I got up and lifted the flattened pillow lying innocently on Matt's chair. There they were. Two kings. Two bloody kings! The king of spades and the king of hearts. Cheat! He hadn't even bothered finding a different hiding place.
"Hey man, I got the stuff."
"Oh shit ... what?" So much for that. I can't have looked handsome or cool.
Matt did though. Evening dew had accumulated on his face. It glistened in the light and gave his short cropped, black hair a healthy sheen. He carried a shopping bag in his hand, his arm slightly bent, making his rugby shirt ride up his beautifully muscled arm, showing off his bicep in a good light. "You know. The stuff. I got it. What you wanted."
"Sorry, you startled me. Yeah ... the stuff ... um good. Thanks Matt." I was rather sheepish.
On the other hand, Matt sauntered in looking pleased with himself. He sat in his chair and dropped the half full shopping bag on the wooden floor between us.
"A chair fit for a king," I said sarcastically.
"What mate?"
"Nothing," I said. Matt didn't get it. "Did you have a good walk?" I leaned forward and held out my hand expectantly. "Where's my change?"
"Change?" Matt laughed. "There's no change mate."
"No change? What do you mean, no change?"
"I spent it. I spent the whole twenty dollars. Man, a twenty dollar note doesn't stretch far these days."
"You've got to be joking. What the hell did you buy?"
"It's a long story."
"Bugger that. Just give me the the condensed version," I said tersely.
"Man, don't be so crazy. Come on Jeff. Smile. I got the stuff. Do you want to see what I bought? You'll like it. Hang on. I'll show you." Matt eagerly reached into the shopping bag and fumbled around. He brought out the items one by one, placing them on the floor, and announcing them. "One tube of peppermint toothpaste."
I laughed.
"One bottle of green apple scented shampoo."
"What?"
"One packet of Gillette razor blade cartridges. And finally, the stuff mate. One tube of KY Jelly lube. What do you think?"
"I want my change. That's what I think. I was expecting about fifteen bucks. Why did you have to buy toothpaste?"
"Man, you would have too if you were in my position. That chick was hot."
"What chick?"
"The chick on the checkout till. Have you ever walked up to checkout with just a tube of KY Jelly in your shopping basket? You stick it on the counter and the girl says 'One tube of personal lubrication. Is that all you want today sir?', in a really loud voice, or, even worse, over the intercom. Man, that's embarrassing."
"Did she actually say that?"
"Well no, not exactly. But she may have. If you just buy lube, it makes it look like you're going to have sex."
"Really?" Oh shit, I think that's precum in my underpants. "You think so?'
"Yea mate. So I had to grab all those other things. I took a whole lot of stuff from the shelves nearby and threw them into the basket. That way it made it look like the lube was just part of my general shopping. There's more to me just than my good looks you know."
I tried my best not to laugh. "But I hate apple shampoo and I don't have a Gillette razor either."
"Ooops, it's not my fault. How was I to know? I didn't know mate. Sorry. Oh well, we'd better make the best of a bad situation. If you don't want them, I'll take them off your hands. Stick them over there by the door and I'll take them with me when I go home."
"No way. You can have the shampoo and the toothpaste, but I'm keeping the razor blades and the lube. Sorry."
"Ok mate." Matt stretched his arms above his head and sighed a nervous type of yawn. "So?"
"What?"
"What are you going to do with them then?"
"I'll think of something."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault," he said. "Anyway, you can always use them to shave your hairy arse."
I giggled inside but looked at him blankly.
He winked, just one eyelid and a squint in the corner. Otherwise, he didn't move a muscle.
I did my best to keep a straight face. But I suddenly burst out laughing.
Matt grinned, neither of us really knowing what the joke was. His eyes roamed towards my clothed groin. He stared for a few seconds and then looked away.
I shifted a hand and casually rested it over my bulge.
Matt reached down and gathered up the cards from the floor. He shuffled them and then placed them back.
I nodded at them. "Pick a card. It's your turn to go first."
He reached down towards them with his hand.
"Yea, go on. Take one," I said, all smartarsy.
"Ok. If that's what you want mate." He took a card and placed it secretively in his cupped hand, without looking at it, and slumped back into the chair. Then he held the card face down against his stomach so I couldn't see it.
"Well? Aren't you going to show me? What is it?" I found it difficult to avoid Matt's rampant bulge too. As I glanced down at it, not for the first time, one notch of the zip of his fly burst open.
"I'm not telling you," he said.
"You're not telling me?"
"You take one first. Then I'll show you." Matt watched me intently, one hand covering the card, the other at his side, sandwiched between his hip and the armrest. "Are you going to take one? You're too chicken, are you mate?"
I reached down now and took the next card from the deck before lounging back in the chair. "There. Now show me your card?"
Matt excitedly and suddenly sat forward. Looking me in the eyes, he threw the card onto the floor in front of me, where it landed, face up. "There you go mate. Beat that!"
I looked down at the card and laughed. "That shouldn't be too hard."
Matt looked down too. He was mortified. "What the fuck!"
"A two?," I said, smugly.
"A damn two!"
"What's wrong Matt. Anyone would think you were expecting a king or something." I grinned.
Matt put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and rested his head in his hands in disbelief. "Aargh!" He lifted his head and placed his hands on his thighs. He was confused, at first, but when he looked at me and saw my cheeky expression, he smiled himself. "You knew it was a two, didn't you mate?"
"Don't you want to see my card?," I said, feeling pleased with myself.
"You did know didn't you. You switched cards when I was at the shop." Matt stood up and swiped the pillow off his chair. He picked up the remaining card that he thought he had hidden there, looked at it, and threw it across the room. "Another two. You cheat," moaned Matt. He had twigged.
Ignoring him, I smugly placed my card on the floor next to his.
"A damn king," he whined. "I should have known." Despite this, his eyes still smiled, as they always did. He rubbed them with his hands. "A damn king." He swiped the palms of his hands up over his forehead and short fringe, and then he folded them over his stomach as he slouched in the chair. Another notch of his fly unzipped and the impression of the head of his penis came back into view. "Fair dinkum. What's your dare then?"
"You want to keep playing then?," I said.
"Of course mate."
Matt shifted his hand to where his covered glans poked through. He squeezed it. He knew I was watching. "Man! Hey, can you stand up for a minute? I want to show you something."
As I stood, Matt leaned over and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me towards him, to his chair. As I looked down on him, he guided my hand to the front of his jeans. The tips of two of my fingers entered his partly opened fly. "Can you feel that?," he grinned.
I nodded.
He undid his button and I squeezed his clothed, swollen knob between my fingers. Matt closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the headrest, an ecstatic look upon his face. He placed his hand on my buttcheek and rubbed tenderly over the seat of my pants. I withdrew shyly.
"Wait!," Matt pleaded. "Stay here." He pulled me back in and fumbled with my belt, trying to unravel it.
I brushed his hand aside and stepped back. I reached backwards for the armrests of my chair and sat down. Then I looked at Matt as though I was about to deliver a lecture. "Hang on," I said. "What's happening here Matt? I could have sworn that I drew a king?"
"Only because you cheated."
I laughed. "No way. I've been thinking about all the things that have happened today. There's been a pattern here. All the way through. And it's all been your doing. Don't you reckon?"
"Man, what are you talking about?"
"You've done nothing but cheat all day Matt. Right from the moment you tried to convince me to take my undies off in the shower. It's just been one thing after another. Bending all the rules, hiding cards, trying to score some free shampoo, cheating. All in the space of a couple of hours."
"This is crazy shit mate."
"No it's not. You've cheated your way through the whole game. I won the draw and I've thought of a dare. It's only fair."
"A dare? Man! What is it?"
"I want you to take all your clothes off."
His eyes widened. "Blimey! Everything?"
"Yes Matt. Everything. The whole lot. Every last stitch. Your shirt, your jeans and your undies. Take them right off. Do it right there." I pointed to the floor. "Stand right there in front of me, completely naked, and show me everything. That means no hands covering your private bits. And just so you know, private bits includes the whole lot. Your penis, your balls, your pubes and everywhere on your arse."
Matt closed his eyes and squeezed his clothed knob, most of which showed through his fly. A damp streak appeared on his undies. "That's crazy man."
"And another thing. I'll be touching you," I said.
"Where?"
"You'll find out. Your whole body is fair game. There's not a place on your body that is out of bounds mate," I said, in his language. "Unless, of course, you won't do it, in which case I win the game. And I know you wouldn't want that. So there's no way out of it. I'm going to see you completely naked, without a single stitch of clothing, and I'm going to touch your body."
"Man!"
"Oh, and before I forget ..." I reached down to the floor beside my chair and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly from among the other items Matt had bought. "Catch!"
He caught it effortlessly in one hand.
"We're going to be using the stuff," I said.
Matt pushed his cock back in and struggled with his fly. He put the lube on the floor. "Ok mate. Whatever you say."
"Oh, I thought you'd argue," I said.
"Nah, it's fair enough." He stood on the spot I had indicated.
"One item at a time," I said. "Shirt, jeans and underpants. Naked Matt. Penis, scrotum, arse. Everything! The whole lot. Stiffy or no stiffy."
"Mate, it's gonna be stiffy," he said, almost sounding embarrassed.
"Your underpants too. Is that clear?"
"You're not asking much, are you? Ok mate. I'll pull my undies down for you."
"No, you've got to take them off Matt. You can throw them on the bed over there."
"Ok mate." Matt lifted his arms high above his head, stretched and yawned. Then he glanced down at my crotch and chuckled.
I smiled at him politely. "What?"
"Man, you've got a big cock. It's massive." He took a deep breath and pointed to his feet. "Is this where you want me then?"
I sat up on the chair attentively. "Yep. Start with the shirt. Take it off and throw it on the bed."
Matt mumbled. "I've never known anyone else that could come up with such crazy shit." He grabbed the back of his collar, paused, looked at me, and said "I presume you mean now?"
"Yes Matt. Now."
He quickly hauled his shirt over his head. It messed up his black hair, resulting in short bits poking up everywhere. I liked it. He wasn't fussed. He smoothed over the untidy strands with his hands. I caught a whiff of his musky scent as his shirt flew past me and landed on the bed. I liked that too. He folded his arms across his naked chest, hiding his nipples. "There we go mate. There goes the shirt."
"Arms to your side please. Sorry."
"I hear ya mate. Absolutely crazy!" He shyly unfolded his arms. He checked and refastened his bursting zipper and then dangled one hand at his side. With the other he rubbed his bare chest nervously. "I think I need to work out more," he said, looking uncharacteristically self conscious.
"No, don't work out." I liked him as he was. "You don't need to work out."
"Really? I wish you'd tell the coach that. Can you have a word in his ear? He reckons I need to work out. He gives me heaps. Most of it's crap. Too much beer. Not fit enough. You know the story. I played good today. Did you see it? Straight through that hopeless guy's tackle. He couldn't stop me. Scared shitless, he was. Man, I was good. No bastard would ..."
I interrupted him. "Matt?"
"What?"
"Stop mucking about. You're stalling." I raised my eyebrows and nodded towards his legs. "Your jeans!"
Matt nervously scratched his chest. "Jeans? You want me to take them off do you mate? Are you ready then, are you?"
"Yes, yea. I'm ready."
"Ok mate. Just making sure." He looked down, beyond his unclothed upper half. He unzipped his fly and poked a finger through it. One final check. He undid the button, opening out his fly completely. "Shit!" He quickly closed his fly and refastened the button. He looked over at me, shocked. "Man! There's a wet patch."
"You too?"
"It's all sticky mate. All over the front of my undies."
I had glimpsed it, about an inch of the stuff at the front of his straining, green, boxer-briefs. I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but my mouth had gone dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. When I opened it, nothing came out.
"Bugger it!," he said. With one hand he rubbed his bare chest nervously. With the other he undid his fly button. Then with both he pushed downwards on the waist of his loosened jeans, looking at me as he did it. They slipped unhindered down his legs.
The scene in front of me was totally stare-worthy. His knob looked large. The patch of soaked cotton stuck to it, hugging every contour, even the pee-slit bisecting the middle of the seeping, slimy mess. It looked brilliant. My penis responded positively and throbbed inside my pants.
His jeans soared over me just as I breathed in. They smelt of Matt and ... well ... leaking aroused dick. So hot. My bulge tightened. Matt looked better than any guy I'd ever seen and I lusted for him.
"Mate?"
Matt's voice awoke me from my daydream. His mouth was half open and his tongue appeared to sweep suggestively between his lips. Probably wishful thinking. "What?"
"Do you want me to pull my undies down now?"
Such a simple question didn't need such a complicated answer, but it happened so naturally. I stood slowly and left the armrests behind as I stepped forward towards his near naked body, my eyes transfixed on his moist, seductive lips.
Matt's head made a sudden jerk backwards, his eyes surprised, maybe frightened. "Mate? Jeff mate?"
I stepped again and rested my wrists on each of his broad shoulders. He relaxed his head forward. The tension in his face evaporated, his lips parted and loose. He closed his eyes and waited.
I slid my arms over his shoulders until my shirt touched his naked, virile chest. Our hard cocks pressed and his undies soiled my pants with his juice. I closed my eyes too and pecked at his bottom lip.
Matt was unresponsive, his eyes shut, expressionless, like some sort of fleshy shop mannequin.
I kissed his lip again, but this time I sucked at it's soft, wet surface. Our chins touched and I felt his prickly stubble scratching my skin. I tilted my head and locked my mouth into his, while I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him in close. Gradually there was animation in Matt's lips as they surrendered to my advance. He placed his hands around my waist and I heard him sigh approvingly. I felt his tongue against mine as it darted in and out of my mouth, and we tasted each other. Our lips parted to a kissing sound as they unlocked and Matt slowly opened his eyes. I looked closely into them and I smiled.
"Mate?," he said.
I placed my finger across his lips. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it backhanded over the chair and onto the bed behind me. As I slowly fell to my knees, I kissed all the way down his upper body, over every square inch, as though mowing a lawn and being careful not to miss a single blade of grass. I took deep breaths and inhaled him until I nuzzled into the oozing puddle further down, smudging some of it onto the end of my nose. I closed my eyes as the vapour shot rapture through my groin.
I drew back a little and watched. As I did so, another drop of precum seeped through his straining underpants and spread down the slit it came from. His erection stretched his undies almost to his belly button and pulled his balls up against his body.
When I raised my eyebrows and looked up at him, I found Matt with his eyes closed. He reached his hands out blindly and placed them on my head, running them softly through my hair.
I glided my finger over the creamy puddle in front of me. I spread some of it over the cotton, down his covered shaft, prodding at it with the tip of my finger. When I heard Matt moaning pleasurably, I pulled the waistband of his undies upward and outward, scraping his glans and accidentally wiping off some of the juices, before peeling Matt's wet, sticky undies over his beautiful penis. A drop of precum dribbled down onto his foreskin, which gathered in folds under the mushroom head it normally protected. His aroma now flooded the room, sending another blissful shiver through me.
His cock jutted out from his abdomen and bounced merrily with every slight movement. Occasionally a drop of precum flew off onto the floor. His erection had an upward curve to it and it's eye taunted me.
Matt was so horny, and magnificently hard. When he held my head for support and stepped out of his underpants, it meant that he was totally naked. It also meant that his stiff cock bobbed up and down, just inches from my face.
It was begging to be touched. I went straight for the clear liquid dripping from the slit, and spread it around his glans with a fingertip, giving it a nice sheen. When I took it in my hand and stroked it, the contrast of loose skin on steel rod felt so good. Warmth seeped through my palm and into my veins.
His foreskin acted as it's own dispenser, mopping up precum as it completely covered the head on the upward strokes and lubricated itself. As I wanked him, his shaft got increasingly slippery. It made Matt moan and the atmosphere hotter.
I quickened the tempo, keen to pleasure him. With my free hand, I cupped his balls, massaging the underside of his scrotum with my fingers and even further back over his prostate, providing him extra stimulation. He pulled my head in closer. I knew what he wanted. I looked up at him and he nodded.
I hesitated. How did Matt's cum taste? He had given me the confidence to try it. I poked my tongue out and dipped it in. Nothing. I tried again. This time I wiped over his piss slit and allowed it to settle on my tongue before swallowing. Neutral. Not bad. Slightly salty, slightly sweet. I could take more. I glanced up at him and I wrapped my lips around his cock's swollen tip.
I slid my lips down his curved dick until the tip tickled my tonsils and only his balls were showing. I nestled my nose into his musky, black pubes and breathed the aroma. I pumped his cock with my mouth and caressed the loose skin with my tongue. My spit and his precum mingled and some of that combination trickled down his balls. I placed my hands behind him, clasped his arsecheeks for leverage and inserted my fingers into his crack. I pulled his hips towards me and his uncut, hard cock plunged my mouth.
Matt moaned and shrieked as he held my head in both hands. "Fuck! Mate! Swallow my fucking cock!" Just as quickly though, he took a step backwards and his cock sprung out of my mouth with a pop. He turned around, bent over slightly and arched his back, poking his bum out, presenting it to me on a plate.
This was the best view I had had of his arsehole so far. It got even better when he reached around and placed a hand on a butt cheek, spreading his crack wider. His low hanging balls swung underneath as he masturbated with his other hand. I stared at his arsehole, my cock almost bursting the seams of my pants.
I stood behind him and passed a friendly hand over his arse. "Nice!" I swept a finger up his crack and then reached through and felt his balls.
Matt tilted his head back. "Fuck!"
I fondled and stared at his arse while I undid my pants with my free hand. I kicked them off and lowered my undies to the floor. My cock ached and I stepped up behind him and glided my erection between his cheeks, leaking my own juice into his crack. I slipped on a condom and guided my stiff cock to his hole. Matt gasped.
I scanned the floor, picked up the lube, unscrewed the cap and squirted a large glob onto Matt's anus.
He jumped.
"Sorry." I spread more of the jelly onto my fingers and I whispered into his ear. "I'm going to loosen your arsehole a bit."
He pushed his arse out further.
My finger went in easily. I thought Matt might freak out. Instead he took half a step backwards and drove his arsehole onto my slippery digit. I forced it further until my knuckles hit his butt cheeks. I wriggled and turned it, spreading the lube to all corners and I massaged his prostate.
"Mate!" Matt humped against my finger, so that it glided in and out of his arse, while he masturbated himself at the front.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I took my finger out and re-entered with two. I finger fucked him, feeling his anal muscles contracting and gripping around my fingers. In no time, his arse relaxed and he sighed in frenzied delight. When I tried three fingers at once, I twisted them around and noticed no sign of pain in Matt's voice. I knew his arse was ready. I guided the head of my itching cock to the doorway of his virgin, lubed arsehole.
"Fuck mate! Push it in!," Matt yelled, bent over, arse out, one hand pulling at his buttcheek, opening his crack for me.
I obliged. I propelled my hips forward. The glans of my swollen cock was swallowed inside him.
"Man! Fuck this! I think I'm going to cum."
"Already? No! Wait! Don't cum yet," I said.
Matt shifted his hands and again rested them on the front of his thighs. "Push it right in mate. Push your cock into my arse. Fuck me!"
My cock entered him just as easily, and all the way, until my hips hit his buttcheeks.
Matt moaned joyously and rocked his pelvis as my cock penetrated him. We got quite a rhythm going. As my balls slapped against his thighs, there was a much louder slap as Matt's stiff cock ricocheted off his abdomen. It's always a bonus when my partner stays hard after insertion. And boy, was Matt hard. He was so hot too. So hot that I couldn't believe I was actually fucking him.
"Man, that feels so good," Matt yelled, as he took my thrusting weapon inside him.
I suggested we move to the bed. Matt agreed. He cleared away our clothes then he rolled onto it, dripping precum all over the duvet. He lay on his back and shoved a couple of pillows under his backside. Then he spread his legs wide, bending them and clamping them up with his elbows below his knees, presenting his pounded arsehole. "Fuck me mate," he begged. He was still as hard as a rock.
And so was I. I crawled onto the bed between his legs, knowing this was the position I like best. I love being able to see the other guys cock while I'm fucking him. I shimmied forward on my knees, grabbed his ankles and forced his legs back and wide, spreading his arse. I leaned over until my glans rested against his pleading hole. When I pushed my hips forward, my cock slipped in unaided. It disappeared completely inside him until my pubes tickled his ball sac.
Matt was delighted. "Mate, you're making me so fucking horny. Fuck me! Stick your big fucking cock in my arse!"
He tugged on his leaking dick twice. It was all he could take. "Man, I'm going to cum." But he stopped just in time and saved himself as he edged. Instead he tenderly rubbed the side of my arse and over the cheeks as far as he could reach.
Feeling his hand on my most private areas as I thrust in and out of him heightened my sense of well being. It made me pound harder and it made Matt scream. "Keep going. Keep fucking me. Drill your cock into me man. Push it in deep. Oh man! You're making me so horny. Your cock is massive. Sink that mother into my arse. Jeff mate! Yes! Keep going until you make me cum. Fuck my arse."
His words were so hot it made me fuck him even harder. Matt was so fucking hot! I continued unabated. My balls bounced against his arse, my pubes smashed into his scrotum and my cock thrust in and out of his oiled hole like a piston. I started to sweat profusely, especially under my arms and inside my crack. The room smelt of hot man sex.
Matt's cock glistened with precum as it bounced up and down below his navel. He touched his cock and gave it just one wank. He suddenly started to pant. His breathing became shallow. He pushed his throbbing hard dick up vertically, it's curve meaning it's slit pointed backwards towards his face. "Fuck! Jeff mate! I'm cumming. You're making me cum mate," he screamed.
As his arsehole pulsed around my cock, his dick shot out streams of hot, sexy cum in long and wide arcs. The first shot hit the wall behind him, the next his forehead, then his nose and mouth, and then his chest. There were about ten powerful projectiles, depositing warm torrents of semen most of the length of his body. His skin was covered in white, creamy cum, but this time it was all his own. Matt sighed with contentment and he smiled.
I scooped up some of the slippery mess from his stomach with my fingers. I withdrew half my cock from his arse, dangled my hand above the shaft and let Matt's creamy cum stream down onto it in globules. Then I rapidly shoved my cum covered phallus in again and continued to fuck him.
I orgasmed almost immediately. I thought about how I was actually fucking such a hot guy. My entire body was engulfed in gigantic waves of pleasurable spasm. I withdrew my exploding cock from Matt's arse, quickly ripped off the condom, and shot stream after stream of semen all over him, on top of his own mess.
As I looked down on him, trying to catch my breath, Matt spread the mixture of cum over himself with his hand and wiped it over his torso, spreading it to every spare inch. He put the same hand in his mouth and painstakingly licked it clean. Then he scooped some down from his nose and forehead into his mouth and swallowed it. He grinned back through his smeared lips.
I let go of his legs and Matt wrapped them around my waist. Then I collapsed on top of him, both of us completely spent. Our bodies bathed in each others sweat and cum and the aroma of man to man sex.
I lay my right cheek between his nipples and I panted for air. My head rode his lungs as though I was prone on a surfboard on a gently undulating ocean. My heart pounded his stomach until I heard the soothing rhythm of Matt's heart in my ear. Gradually, our pulses became one, like the drum track of a slow ballad, keeping perfect time.
Matt placed his comforting palm on my sweaty back. As he rubbed, a warmth radiated from it, seeming to heal my exhausted, naked flesh. He patted and twirled the curls around my exposed earlobe and he ran his hand softly through my brown hair. It must have been ten minutes before either of us spoke.
"Matt?," I said, whispering into his bicep.
He stroked my arm affectionately. "What Jeff?"
As I lifted my head and looked up at him, I found him deep in thought. "Did your mother beat you too?," I said.
His hand froze on my arm and for the first time I sensed weakness. "No, the old lady never beat me. I love my mum," he said, his voice cracking.
Suddenly, his bottom lip quivered and his eyes welled up. His tears sparkled with reflections of the forty watt bulb above us. A single tear ran down the side of his nose and dribbled slowly down his cheek. It soon became a stream. He took a deep, trembling breath, seeking a calmness that didn't come. Then he unhinged his legs from around my waist.
I rolled off onto the duvet and snuggled up to him on my side, propping myself up on an elbow to look down on his sad face. Then I spread my arm across his sobbing chest.
"Matt? What's wrong?"
He lay flat on the bed, naked and vulnerable. He stared into space, his glazed, red eyes matching the colour of his watery cheeks.
"Nothing," he said, almost choking.
I slid my hand over his bare chest, disturbing bits of drying cum, hoping to pacify him. "It must be something. Would you like a glass of water?"
"No."
"A beer?"
"No. I don't want anything."
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"
There was silence.
"Is it your father?"
"Kind of."
"What do you mean, kind of?"
He didn't answer. He pulled up the side of the duvet and wiped his tear laden face and then looked at me forlornly.
As I watched him crying, I found it difficult to reconcile this meek and vulnerable version of him with the confident and cheeky one I'd met less than a week ago. It just goes to show. Not everyone is as they seem. I felt for him. And I think I knew why.
"Matt, is it because you're ... gay?"
He covered his eyes with a forearm and his bottom lip shivered as he drew another deep breath.
That said it all. In one week, I'd gotten to know Matt better than just about anyone else, ever. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, placing his arm at his side. "Don't hide. Don't hide Matt" As soon as I said that, I realised how hypocritical I was being. I wiped the back of my forefinger over his tearful cheek, trying to brush away his sorrow. As I did that, a tear ran down my own face.
"I don't know how to get what I want without playing that dumbarse kids game," he sobbed.
"It was fun," I said, trying to cheer him up.
He choked up. "It's the furthest I've ever got."
I straightened out some stray curls in his hair and smiled. "So, you think you can go further than having a guy's cock in your arse?"
As he smiled at my joke, his eyes narrowed, sending more tears down his cheek. "I thought you'd quit after I got you naked. But you kept going."
"So, what are you going to do then Matt? Do you think playing truth or dare is the only way to get sex? Are you still going to be doing that when you're fifty?"
He looked at me, his eyes darting over my face, searching for an answer.
"Matt?" I brushed his short fringe across his forehead and caressed his teary cheek. I put my hand on his heart. "You know, you don't have to play games. It's what's under my hand that counts. Follow that. Follow your heart."
I watched his bottom lip quiver and I leaned in slowly and kissed it.
Matt's body melted into the bed under us, as he locked his mouth onto mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his passion as our tongues danced a slow waltz. Our lips parted and the kiss echoed across the floorboards.
Just as I glanced down his body, Matt's swelling helmet popped out of it's foreskin. "That's going to be handy later," I teased. I wiped some tears off his cheek with my thumb. "Do you wanna stay the night?"
Matt looked me in the eye, smiled and nodded.
I encouraged him to roll over and I snuggled in behind him. I spooned him, wanting to press every part of my body against his. I locked the front of my hips into his soft butt and folded my arms around his waist. I allowed his warm, beautiful body to soothe me and hoped he felt the same. He held my arms, pulling me in closer.
I nuzzled my nose into his neck and breathed him in. Then I kissed his shoulder and whispered directly into his ear. "You know, we can do it together. Just you and I. How about that?" I tightened my arms around him, at that moment not wanting to ever let go. He squeezed them and I knew everything was going to be ok.
We snuggled in silence. Matt stroked my arms quietly. I nearly fell asleep but as the day's events replayed in my mind, I suddenly had a thought.
"Matt?" I whispered.
"What Jeff?"
"The game? Who won?"
I heard a very brief giggle. "I did. I won the game. I always do Jeff mate."
We both laughed. It was so great to hear him laughing again.
And that's how Matt became my lover.
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How Matt Became My Lover Ch. 03
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That morning, dad and granddad had introduced me for the first time to the joys of male on male sex. Now, it was nighttime and I was finding it impossible to sleep. My imagination kept returning to the activities of the day, how exciting it had been to be naked with my dad and granddad, how hot it had been fucking first my granddad's hairy ass and then my dad's baby smooth hole. But, mostly, I kept thinking about my dad's cock and how good it had tasted when I sucked it and how delicious his cum had tasted spurting into my mouth. My cock had been in a perpetual state of hardness since going to bed, not helped by my stroking it and fingering my ass hole. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
I got out of bed and padded nude down to dad's room. His door was open and when I looked in, he was sleeping with the covers tossed off on the floor. He was lying on his back, both arms raised beside his head, one leg straight out and the other half bent. His gorgeous cock looked about half hard, laying heavy on top of his big balls. I tiptoed in and gently crawled up from the foot of the bed till I was laying face down between his spread legs. His beautiful cock was inches from my face and I studied its beauty and inhaled the odor of his meaty dick and balls. My mouth was watering as I slowly licked his piss slit and was rewarded when a tremor ran through his cock and his balls drew up in their tight sack. I kept licking the head of his cock and watched as it slowly lengthened and fattened, till finally it was fully hard and I wrapped my lips around the swollen head. I glanced up to see dad awake and watching me suck on his cock head.
"Should I call 911 and tell them I'm being raped?" he asked.
"Only if you want me to stop." I replied.
"Well, fuck that." he said. "You're only just getting started." He sat up and piled the pillows behind his back so that he could sit and watch as I lay between his legs, my head bobbing up and down on his swollen cock and my tongue licking his big balls. I grasped his cock around the base and looked up at him.
"You have such a beautiful cock." I said. "I just had to have some more of it."
"I'm glad you like it so much." he replied. "And, from where I'm sitting I get to admire your gorgeous ass while you suck me."
"You like my ass?" I was surprised. "You didn't give it much attention earlier."
"You might have noticed I was pretty busy." he said. He slowly pulled his body up and climbed over me so that he was crouched between my legs. I felt his hands stroke my ass cheeks and then spread them to expose my hole. Then he slowly used one finger to stroke my tight pucker.
"You have such a beautiful little hole." he said. "I love the way it puckers up when I touch it. I can't believe nobody has tried to get their dick into such a perfect ass." He lowered his head between my spread cheeks and I felt his hot tongue exploring my hole.
"I would have been too freaked out and scared if anybody else had tried to get my ass." I said. "I feel totally safe with you." Dad was licking my hole and every so often his pointed tongue pierced my ring and sunk into my hole.
"That feels so damned good!" I said. Dad grunted, his hot tongue wiggling in my ass hole.
"Dad," I asked, "would you fuck me?"
Dad sat back on his haunches, still holding my cheeks spread wide and I could feel the cool air on my hot hole.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. "You know it always hurts the first time."
"I want you to be my first. I want your cock to be the one to hurt me and I want you to be the first man to shoot his load in my ass."
Dad bent down and kissed my puckered hole. "It would be my honor." he said.
He climbed back up the bed, reached into the drawer of the bedside table and withdrew a squeeze bottle of silicone lube. Then he lay down beside me and nudged me over so that we were lying face to face.
"Lift your leg so that it's up on my hip." he told me. When I had done so, he started kissing me while at the same time rubbing the cool lube into my spread ass crack and over my fuck hole. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his coarse chest hair against my own chest. He kissed me harder, darting his tongue into my mouth and easing his finger slowly into my virgin pucker. Our hard cocks were pressed against each other, coated in the clear juice leaking out of piss slits. Slowly, dad began to finger fuck me, sliding his blunt finger in and out of me, wiggling it inside of me so that it stroked my prostate.
"Fuck, that feels so good!" I said, and then went back to fucking dad's mouth with my tongue. Dad eased another finger into my hole and the feeling made me squirm with delight and fuck my ass up and down on his hand.
"I think you're ready for the real thing." dad said and got up on his knees and climbed behind me. He eased me over onto my stomach again, then grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them under my hips and arranged my throbbing cock and loose balls so that they were pointing down between my spread legs. He leaned back to admire his work, spread my cheeks and then said, "Last chance before I slide my cock in you." I felt like some kind of whore and it felt really good.
"Fuck me, dad." I said. "I want every inch of that big cock in my ass." Dad squeezed a big glob of lube into his hand and I watched over my shoulder as he slathered it over his huge dick. He grabbed his cock around the base and I felt his big cock head sliding up and down in my ass crack. Each time it slid over my hungry hole I arched my hips and tried to get it to enter me.
"Okay, baby, just relax. If it hurts too much, just tell me and I'll stop." dad said. I felt the big cock head against my little hole and then dad started to apply pressure with his hips. My pucker started to open, the big head entering me and then he hit the inside ring. I clenched my ass involuntarily and dad stroked my back and said, "Hang on, stud, it's almost in."
I relaxed my ass and felt the head of his cock pop through the ring and enter my ass for the first time. It hurt a lot less than I had anticipated.
"God, you feel enormous!" I said.
"Well, I've got a pretty big cock for you to take your first time. Does it feel alright?"
"It feels fucking amazing!" I said. "Slide your dick into me slow. I want to feel you fuck me."
Dad renewed his pressure and I could feel his dick sinking deeper and deeper into my ass, filling it with his meat. The tight ring of my ass reacted to the stroking sensation of his slow entry and pulsed around his dick of its own accord. Soon, I felt his rough pubes against my ass cheeks and his big loose balls lying on top of my own.
"Touchdown!" dad said.
"I can't believe that big thing is inside of me." I replied. In response, dad moved his hips so that the big dick buried in my ass moved from side to side.
"Come on and fuck me, dad." I said. "Make me want that dick even more." Dad slowly started to withdraw, and then slowly plunged his swollen dick deep into my guts. He fucked my ass, gradually picking up the tempo until he was soon slapping his hips against my upturned ass with every thrust. I had never felt anything so good, whether because I was so turned on by the thought of my own father fucking my ass or just because I loved being fucked, I don't know. With every downward thrust, I felt his big balls slam against my own ball sack and hard cock.
"Damn, your cock feels so good!" I said. "Can you see your cock fucking me? Fuck, I wish I could see your big cock in my ass!"
Dad said, "I think we can arrange that." and slowly started to withdraw his hard meat from my chute.
"No, don't stop fucking me!" I cried.
"Just for a moment." dad said. I felt the big plum shaped head of his cock pop out of my tight hole and it felt strangely empty and hungry.
"Roll over onto your back. "Dad said as he reached into the night table drawer again. This time, he pulled out a big hand mirror.
"Hold this." he said handing it to me and then he began arranging my legs. He spread them wide and pressed back my calves so that my ass was spread wide in front of him.
"Use the mirror." he said. "Can you see your ass hole?" I angled it in front of me and soon was rewarded with a view of my reddened, puffy hole, slick with the lube dad had used.
"Okay, now watch." dad said. On his knees between my wide flung legs, I watched in the mirror as he ran his giant cock head up and down my ass crack. He stopped with the head poised against my hole and pressed forward and I watched in the mirror as each inch of his meat disappeared into my body. My own cock was so hard it was glued against my abdomen and throbbing.
"Let me watch you fuck my ass." I said and dad obliged, slowly fucking his cock in and out of my tight hole.
"That's so fucking beautiful." I said. "Thank you for fucking me." I dropped the mirror beside the bed and wrapped my legs around dad's waist.
"Fuck me hard." I said. "I want your cum inside me." Dad leaned forward and took me in his arms again and started kissing me even harder than before. I felt his hard cock sliding in and out of my hole and I ran my hands over his muscular body. He started pile driving my ass, deep dicking it with each stroke, pulling almost the whole length out of my ass and then hammering it back in. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him in harder with each thrust and let my fingers drift into his ass crack where I started to finger his hole. His dick grew even harder and swelled even bigger in my ass.
He pulled his lips off of mine and said, 'I love you, baby. I love my baby boy!"
"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your juice into your baby's ass!" I cried. I could feel his ass hole tighten around my finger and he slammed his cock into my ass as far as it would go. He hesitated there and then I felt his cock pulsate and his cum load squirt out of his dick and into my guts. He groaned and pushed his hips against my ass, trying to get his cock even deeper into my ass. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times I felt his cock buck deep inside me and a spurt of hot liquid paint my ass walls.
"Oh, baby." he said holding me tight and whispering into my ear. "That was a world class fuck. Did you like it?"
"I loved it, dad." I said. "I've never felt anything so good." Dad lay on top of me, deep kissing me while his cock went soft inside my ass, then he slowly withdrew it and flopped over onto his back. I couldn't believe how empty my ass felt without his cock. I looked up and there was granddad, standing nude in the bedroom door with his hard cock standing straight up in his hand.
"That was fucking hot." granddad said. "You two should make a movie. And, you bastards could have at least invited me in."
I raised my legs so that they were over my shoulders again and used both hands to spread my ass open.
"Dad popped my cherry." I said. "Does my ass hole look any different?"
"It looks like a lot more fun for everyone concerned." granddad replied.
"Does it look like it wants your dick in it ASAP?" I asked.
"Now that you mention it, it does look like it needs some senior citizen dick." he said. He came over and crawled up the bed till he was between my legs. I grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some in my palm and then coated his hot prong with it. I stroked up and down on his dick, and then pointed the head at my hole.
"Granddad put your cock in me. I want to feel your juice in my ass, too." Granddad got up on his hands and knees over me and watched as I guided his hard shaft to my opening, then watched as it slid into my stretched hole. It went in a lot easier this time and he was soon fully lodged deep in my ass.
"I've wanted your cock in me ever since I saw you in the shower this morning." I said. "Give me that cock and make me pay for spying on you. Fuck me like a whore." I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against me so that his dick felt like it was going to come out of my mouth.
"Alright, you little cock whore, now you're going to get fucked. I can feel your dad's cum up in your ass coating my dick and making it slick." He pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and then slammed it deep back in, then again and again. I could feel dad's juice spilling out of my hole and spilling down my crack. Every time, I felt his cock thrust deep in my guts and it felt like it was reaching into my chest. Soon, he started fucking me with a regular rhythm, pulling his cock out till just the head was in my ass ring and then pounding it back into my guts. It was a whole different feeling from when dad fucked me and it seemed that with every thrust my ass grew hungrier for his cock.
"Give it to me, you horny old fucker! Punish me with that big dick. Make me beg for your cum!" I cried. Granddad lowered his chest onto mine, pinning me to the bed and reached down and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread my ass open even wider while he shoved his cock in even deeper.
"You're going to get my cum, you little whore." he said and started to fuck his cock up into my guts even harder. I was so turned on that I could suddenly feel the cum rising up my own dick and it squirted out of my cock head without even touching myself and lubricated our bodies where they rubbed together..
"You fucked the cum right out of me." I said, amazed. Granddad reached between us and scooped up some of my cum, then brought his hand up and licked it off his fingers.
"It's a good thing I'm about to fuck some back into you then." he said. He got back up on his hands and knees, his cock buried full length in my ass and I felt it start to pulsate. The head inside of me swelled and I felt his cum spurt into my intestine, every bit as much as dad had deposited there. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me while his cock emptied his balls into me and I felt his cock slowly wilt inside of me.
"I love you, son." He said. "I'm so proud to be your granddad."
"I love you, too." I said. "And now, I love you even more knowing how good you can fuck me."
I heard dad laugh beside me and then he said, "There's no denying whose grandchild HE is, old man."
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*Command performance*
By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a postrgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we got there she might be taking a bit more notice.
I explained this to her. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight grunt – "huh" – and I took this for consent.
Halfway home she showed her first sign of recovery, suddenly announcing quietly but clearly, "Oh ... my ... god."
"Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.
As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.
This odd formality made me smile. "Don't you think you should call me James?"
She giggled. "Yes. Thank you, James. Thank you for *everything*. To think we've worked together all this time and I never knew! Where, *where*, did you learn to shag like that?"
"Well," I replied sortf truthfully, "it's just a gift."
"A gift? You're telling me! Mr Walker – sorry, James – I know a lot of people think I'm too free and easy and I admit I've had my share of boyfriends but never, never ever, have I had it like that! The second time you made me come ... oooh!" She wriggled with pleasure at the memory. "It just kept washing over me in waves! I thought it would never end." She tapped the side of her head. "My ears are still ringing," she smiled.
We had just turned into my home street. "My house is just down here," I told her. "Do you think you're all right to walk?"
I had meant this as friendly sarcasm but she took it literally. "I think so," she replied, experimentally flexing her legs. But when I had parked in my driveway and politely opened the passenger door for her, she levered herself halfway up only to lose her balance and fall back in the seat giggling. I hastened to help and supported her to the house and let her in. I was so busy coping with Connie that I entirely failed to see Kylie at the bedroom window next door following our every move.
I led Connie to the bathroom and helped her undress. Gobbets of spunk and pussy juice were oozing down her inner thighs. Her cordination was getting back to normal by now and she assured me that she would be fine in the shower so I left her to it while I went downstairs for the inevitable English stand-by in testing times, a nice hot cuppa.
I was relaxing on the settee sipping my tea when Connie reappeared, looking much refreshed after a good shower and more her usual blithe, flirtatious self. But that was not the only thing I noticed about her.
"I had assumed," I said as calmly as I could, "that you would get dressed before coming downstairs."
"I was going to," she replied, standing before me stark naked from head to toe and evidently relishing the situation, "but there was something I thought you'd wanna see first. Just stay sitting right where you are."
And with that she took a couple of steps towards me so that her neatly trimmed pussy was six inches in front of my nose. Her nakedness emphasised even more the contrast between the relatively slight build of her upper body and the vast girth of her thighs, each of which must have been easily as thick as her waist. The lower part of her trunk seemed to be squeezed into insignificance between those mighty limbs.
Then she turned round so that the awesome hemispheres of her buttocks hovered inches before me. For some moments she simply stood there, allowing me my first opportunity for a really close examination. They were astonishing. They spread almost horizontally from her relatively narrow waist; in fact there was a distinct fold where the top of each buttock met the base of the back, something I had never seen or heard of before.
I had thought, when I sat down with my tea, that I was well and truly shagged out, for the next few hours anyway. But now, my cock was begging to differ. I felt it swelling and sensed its demands. I wished I had suggested a repeat of our session in the car before she went in the shower, but it was too late now.
And then Connie put the tin lid on it with a repeat of the ass-dance, this time at very close quarters and with none of that annoying clothing in the way. She also took much longer over it, demonstrating unbelievable control of the buttock muscles. With a jiggle of the hips she sent waves of flesh undulating up and down and from side to side; throw in a quick twist of the pelvis too and both cheeks were projected upwards so dramatically that normal gravity seemed to have been suspended for a moment. Not only could she clench her buttocks together so sharply that the gap between them closed with a loud smack that sent ripples of flesh radiating from the centre; she could force her cheeks apart (purely by muscle control, no hands) to reveal a beautifully clean and strangely receptive-looking rectal opening, which she then proceeded to tense and relax.
It was the sight of Connie's ringpiece clenching and unclenching that did it for me. I grabbed that slim waist and pulled her down on the settee next to me. Nothing loth, she gave a slight cry of surprise but instantly recovered to help me rip off my clothing. I thought of attacking her ass – anal sex had never seemed at all attractive to me until that moment – but I decided to stick to what I knew and we fucked there and then in the front room. It was, I think, a less rushed and slightly less animalistic effort than in the car, and certainly more comfortable. But the end result was the same; Connie came twice, once near the beginning and again, massively, when I filled her wet cunt with sticky cum.
When I had got my breath back I looked at my handiwork. There she was, blissed out beyond words, gazing into space with wide blank eyes and with a dopy smile on her face. Nothing if not a practical man, I slid a magazine under her to stop any cum from oozing onto the settee and got on with making a few necessary calls while she recovered to the point where I could get her in the shower again. I had given up all idea of going to Uncle Albert's; my concern now was to get Connie safely on her way before Wendy came home.
After half an hour she had reached the "oh-my-god-wow" stage at which point, fearful of waiting any longer, I half-led and half-carried her to the shower and cleaned her up. This time, taking no chances, I got her dressed myself. I did not trust her to find her way home by public transport so I called her a mini-cab.
While we waited in the hall Connie, slowly coming back to normal by now, again sang my sexual praises. "I just can't believe it, James. It's not just the greatest sex of my life – it's simply *far and away* the greatest sex of my life! It's better than any sex I've ever heard of. That first orgasm in the car was fantastic; it just blasted at me out of nowhere and blew me away. But the second was – well, I don't know how I can describe it – and we've just carried on from there.
"Look, James precious," she went on, suddenly more serious, "I can't leave it here. How can I? What am I going to do? I can't just go quietly back home to Tommy (this was the "gorgeous, sexy" boyfriend( as if nothing had happened. I need you."
I had been afraid of this. "Connie," I said sternly, "I'm a married man. You've always known that."
"I know, I know," she replied. "But I couldn't help myself. I don't know why it happened but it did. I've always liked you but when we were talking on Wednesday, I suddenly realised I wanted you and needed you more than anything."
"So that's why you gave me the buttock dance?"
"Well, that was just on impulse. I wasn't sure you'd even noticed me – sexually I mean – so I thought it would get your attention. All my boyfriends have liked it when I've flexed my ass like that."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "It's quite a party piece. But you didn't have to do that to make me fancy you; I've done that since the first moment I saw you."
"Really*?" she asked delightedly. "I never thought you, er ... and I didn't, um ...". She paused. "Or maybe I did, without realising it, because it hit me right between the eyes on Wednesday. Yes," she said, more to herself than me, "I think I must have been working up to it."
"Isn't rationalisation," I said (but not aloud), "a wonderful thing?"
"And since Wednesday," she resumed, "I haven't been able to think of anything else. I thought it would wear off but instead it just got stronger and stronger and by this morning it was a straight choice between calling you and going out of my mind."
Well, I thought, that is as handy a girl's-eye description as I could have hoped for of the effects of indirect exposure to FUCK. But I had to try to dampen her enthusiasm somehow.
"Connie, it was unbelievable for me too, but we can't turn our lives upside-down just for great sex."
"Oh, but James, don't say that!" She looked distressed. "It's not just the sex; it's *you*. You're the kindest, finest, loveliest man I could ever dream of. All I want is to help you and make you happy. I'd do anything for you, anything. Even if what you want me to do is ... is ..." She was beginning to well up now. She could not bring herself to finish the sentence, but then she made a visible effort to pull herself together and, looking straight at me and with tears streaming down her face, she blurted out, "Even if you wanted me to go away for ever and never see you again I'd do it; it would break my heart but I'd do it. But no matter what I'd still be *yours*, James; while there's breath left in me I'll always be yours."
I was aghast. I looked at her helplessly trying to think of something, anything, to say in reply. The silence was broken by a knock at the door. "Cab, mister?" came a voice.
I opened the front door a crack and told the man, "Two minutes."
I embraced her. "Listen, Connie, precious," I said, "you're a wonderful girl and of course I don't want to send you away for ever or anything like that." Her sobs stopped as she heard these words and an overwhelming feeling of relief seemed to flood through her body. "But," I went on, "I want you to go home to Tommy now. You'll see me again when I get back to the office on Tuesday, but not before. And you mustn't tell anyone about this. Do you understand?" I felt her nod. "Will you do that for me?" She nodded again. Releasing the embrace, I reached for my handkerchief and dried her eyes. "Good. Now kiss me goodbye."
She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. As we pulled apart she murmured, "You're so wonderful." And off she went, leaving me feeling emotionally shattered.
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Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 1
Gerrig smiled to herself as she floated in the cool dark waters of her meditation pool. The she-serpent delighted in the smooth, gentle flow of water over her scales, the sea's caress of her wing membranes, and the almost playful fondling it gave of other areas. The seas were not her domain; they belonged to one of her cousins, another of the Dark Pantheon. But the dark of the sea beneath her palace offered a tranquility and solitude that she had come to rely upon the channel her power to is fullest.
She smiled as one of her three pairs of hands cupped her midsection, she would soon have another champion to place in the mortal world. Her egg was ready; it merely needed to be fertilized by traditional means or by implantation. Gender mattered not to a being infused with divine power; her offspring would draw what it needed from her chosen one.
The dark goddess of fertility had sewn seeds that were now ripe for harvest. Metaphorical seeds, plants and sex had no involvement with what was to happen. Well... the plants didn't. But as with nearly everything she laid her six hands upon, sex was involved in some way. It wasn't required, but Gerrig found more enjoyment out of plans coming to fruition when it was. The time was right for her to reach out into the gaps between worlds, between realms of existence, and to pull from the ground the carrots of scheming she had planted. It didn't have quite the sinister ring to it, but it was the most accurate comparison to what she was doing. Planting something, only to rip it from the soil when it suited her purpose.
The three year cycle, where the Dark Moon was highest in the sky, when the wicked were the most powerful, it peaked tonight. Tonight Gerrig and her kin could reach out into the realm of probability and scoop up large pieces of existence. Large compared to what they could usually take or leave, usually little more than a small item the size of Gerrig's fist or forearm. During the last Black Apogee Gerrig had placed buildings, mansions, entire towns, places that would draw in the sort of power she craved, to coax, caress, and seduce those that dwelt near them into being her followers.
She whispered thanks to the Nameless Ones, the unknown great gods and goddesses that had made all of creation, and then stood back, out of even the scope of the lesser deities that came into being within their construct. A union of two disparate creations had resulted in a fusion of realities unlike anything Gerrig had ever known, the fabric of existence was weak, allowing for easier manipulation, as well as being able to, for brief moments, reach out and grasp the creations of others. True, Gerrig and her ilk could never truly affect them. They could only touch what the grand gods had cast aside, had decided not to be. Bits of time that could have been, but weren't. Probabilities, stories that could have been, but weren't, but were allowed to remain in a strange sort of limbo. They were not woven into the fabrics of the reality that had created them, but existed alongside them.
These scraps of reality, if one used the sewing analogy, could easily be snatched by anyone with the proper reach, and upon this night Gerrig had that reach. She closed her eyes and sent her power into the void between possibilities, seeking out the beacons of her power that existed on the manifold worlds where she had placed those three years prior.
The serpentine goddess reached out and gently (for her) took hold of the scraps and pulled, drawing them from the metaphorical sewing room floors and wastebins to her own room, taking the oddly shaped bits of... thread. The weaving analogy worked better here, stealing threads to weave into her own tapestry. With her concentration on her tasks, the metaphors really broke down, for as she was gathering in the harvest she was also sewing seeds, which any farmer knew was something you just didn't do. But then again, what mortal botanist would dare criticize a goddess on her cultivation practices.
Gerrig chuckled to herself as she cleared her mind, scouring the world beneath her for the proper places to set her newly acquired treasures. Some of them were places that she'd plucked up and moved into other realities, and it was easy to find matches for those. But for others it was a bit more difficult. It would take a little time, and she didn't want her children getting worried while she finished her business.
A few words of encouragement, and then there was the delightful pleasure granted of a job well done, a fraction of the delicious rewards she could grant her followers, knowing or not. Ah, she was feeling generous, granting a few of her newly arrived children a few of their unknown desires. Being an expectant mother always put her in a rather generous mood, and she hoped that her newly adopted children had one amongst them that would make Mommy very happy...
-
Thunder rumbled in the skies over the peaceful compound. Heavy rain knocked petals from flowers and sent leaves and fruit alike cascading down from the trees. Through the curtain of the rain the stone exteriors of the buildings could be seen. They looked almost out of place with their red clay-tiled roofs and the style that they were made in, it was as if they had been plucked from a desert somewhere and set down in the lush grove.
Dubbed 'Felicity House' the orphanage consisted of several of the buildings, connected by roofed walkways, and in some cases, shared basements. Most of the children were down in one of them, clustered around an old black and white TV, one of their caretakers futzing with the rabbit ears to try and improve the picture and sound.
"...Severe weather warning for the great tetra-country area, with a tornado watch in effect for..." the television went to static for a span of several seconds "...counties. Channel..." more static, "weather spotters have described the storm clouds as thick and eerie, almost with a red or purple tint to them."
Mimi sighed as she continued to futz with the television, there was a nice, big one up in the den, but with the orphanage out in the rural area, cable TV wasn't really an option, and the rain made the satellite dish act up. Plus if there really were tornados on the way, it would be safer for everyone being down here.
The catgirl looked around the room, her sister Nana was doing a headcount on the 7-10 year olds, while Tama and Pico were playing with some of the children to help ease their fears. Mimi wasn't fond of the new responsibilities that they all had thrust upon them, but she was more than willing to help out. The four older catgirls, Grace, Alto, Lucy, and the orphanage's owner, Felicia, all were undergoing some strange thing. Mimi had a pretty good idea of what it was, but from the few books she could find on her race, Catwomen were only supposed to go into heat for a few weeks out of the year, a year and a half prior, Felicia had gone into an almost constant state of heat, need, and longing.
Even with only a human sense of smell, it had stirred something up in a few of the older male orphans, several of them essentially forcing themselves upon Felicia, but the eldest catgirl was so needful it seemed that she let it happen, rather than fight them off. It had thankfully ceased during the pregnancy that resulted from the incident, but once the quadruplets had been born Felicia had gone right back into heat, and strangely seemed to take the other three in with her.
Grace seemed the least affected. She could temporarily hide her feline traits under a cloak of magic. They all could, though most of them not for very long, and she conducted all of Felicity House's business in the local towns; getting groceries and the like. The strange condition of heat didn't seem to be purely connected to all the catgirls who had gone through puberty, as Mimi and Nana were not continually lust stricken. Both of them had felt the ravages of heat earlier in the year, but it had come and gone, thankfully without pregnancy.
Felicia frowned upon it, as for some reason unknown to Mimi she had taken on the trappings of a Catholic nun. The elder catgirl wore her habit often, even though she usually went without any other sort of clothing, though that bothered her. Her nipples were just so sensitive, especially with her swollen, milk-filled breasts, wearing anything would irritate them.
Mimi had dealt with her heat in the way that seemed the most common, in the arms of another catgirl. Grace and Alto seemed quite keen to pleasure one another, while Lucy often joined in. But Nana and Mimi had taken care of one another. 'Sister' Felicia greatly frowned upon that, however, saying that it was wrong.
But Mimi didn't particularly care. There were no catboys around for her to make love to, and it seemed stranger to find passion in the arms of a member of another species, a human, rather than another catgirl.
The fuzz in the feed finally vanished, "Rainfall is most severe in this area here." The weatherman said, motioning with his hand around an oddly even weather front. It was strangely bullseye shaped, not the somewhat roundish or oval forms thunderstorms sometimes took, but one that was absolutely positively, perfectly circular. "This front is oddly symmetrical, as if it were focused around a single point. The cloud cover seemed to arrive out of nowhere, and this rainfall was not in our forecast for today. It's like the storm just popped into being, centered around this one point."
Mimi's eyes widened, for she knew exactly where that one point was: Felicity House.
-
The catgirl ran as fast as her clawed feet could carry her. She winced as she heard the ripping of carpet as she darted across the complex, Sister Felicia had to be told about this. She was the only one that could possibly know what to do, as none of the other catgirls had any experience with the supernatural.
Felicity House lacked a priest, and despite Felicia's upbringing, she didn't really seem comfortable actually leading a full service. She just went about with what she could remember as best she could. It made her happy, and many of the orphans and caretakers attended, though Mimi, Nana, Tama, and Pico did not. Mimi knew where her mentor would be, and as she pulled open the doors to the sanctuary she was struck by an almost tangible feeling of lust and need. It was like someone had thrown a ball at her midsection, but rather than impact with flesh, it instead threatened to send her spiraling into a near-bestial state of lust. Mimi sucked in a breath through her teeth and approached the alter, where Felicia was kneeling.
The catgirl winced, her mentor's lips were moving and she was praying, but rather than having her hands clasped in the familiar position, Mimi found that Felicia had one hand between her legs and the other cupping a milk-filled breast. Mimi found herself licking her lips, finding herself instinctively wanting to assure that those droplets did not go to waste. Resolutely though she managed to fight off the ache that sent moisture trickling down her bare thighs. Like all the catgirls she thought clothing should be something to wear when going out in public, and that nakedness was the way one ought to be at home, as it was what made them feel the most comfortable.
"M-ma'am," she stammered, resisting her urge to press up against Felicia.
The elder catgirl's eyes opened and she gasped, looking down in bafflement at the placement of her hands, "That's strange... I... I was praying, for an end to this..." she waved her hands around, not able to quite find the proper word. Though she was the oldest, Mimi had long since noted that she wasn't the brightest, and tended to be a little bit... stuffy about things.
"Desire?" Mimi suggested.
Felicia nodded and winced, as if giving it a name enabled the sensation to secure a deeper power over her, "Yes, that."
Mimi closed her eyes as Felicia began to absentmindedly lick her fingers clean, "Ma'am, there's something weird going on. The storm outside is centered on us. I saw the radar map thing on TV and it looks like a dart board, with us right at the center. This storm is supernatural and I... I..."
She could resist no longer, jumping on Felicia, her legs wrapping around her mentor's waist, her lips seeking out Felicia's own.
At first Felicia tried to resist, but she found her will to fight easily sapped by the soft lips against her own and the rough tongue within her mouth."Not in the sanctum!" she thought to herself, but as she found her hands slipping between Mimi's legs, she found herself obeying a small voice in the back of her mind. What better way to show devotion to life and love then to perform the act that made life, to make love in a holy place, under the gaze of her goddess.
The thought made Felicia hesitate, and with all her strength she managed to push Mimi off of her, and with all her will managed to prevent herself from pouncing the younger catgirl herself.
As if for the first time Felicia found herself looking around at the chapel. She had always thought that the furnishings had been those of her faith, but looking back, she couldn't exactly recall what any of them were. Not the statues in the corner, or the images of the stained glass windows, nor the large figure that loomed over the altar.
The windows showed sexual acts taking place, the statues were those of winged women with obscene never regions, and the stature behind the altar was that of a winged woman with many breasts and a serpent's tail instead of legs. The stone image was carved with grand attention to detail, the sapphire eyes seemingly to glint with amusement, and the outstretched arm beckoning Felicia back into the loving, blissful, erotic embrace of her goddess.
"N-no!" she stammered, backing away from the altar. Somehow the statue had clouded her mind, altering her perceptions. The serpent's bountiful breasts and rounded belly were signs that she was a goddess of pregnancy and fertility, and from the thick, bestial phallus that jutted from just below her waist, she was more than certainly a goddess of sex as well.
Felicia pulled Mimi to her feet, her anger managing to bury the fires of her lust beneath the flames of her rage. But still she found her body longing to be pressed close to her ward, and Mimi's purring and licking at her neck wasn't helping in the slightest. With a great effort, Felicia managed to pull the two of them from the chapel, their lust dimming as the great double doors closed behind them.
Mimi's eyes widened as most of the lusting sensation left her, "Oh geez, that was terrible!" she said, wincing.
Felicia nodded, her own desire having gone down a few notches, but she had spent so much time in the chapel that it seemed to have infused her to the very core. "I... I can't believe that that's been there for years and I've never noticed." She blushed and removed her habit, looking at it sadly.
"I don't think that I can wear this." She said softly, "I haven't been able to keep the vows that go along with it, and somehow managed to be seduced and coerced into..." she shuddered, "It's blasphemous is what it is. But I just... just can't..." she shuddered and shook her head.
There was an intense flash of red light, followed by a rumble of thunder that made the windows rattle in their frames for several seconds.
Felicia's eyes widened, "Oh! A thunderstorm, and a bad one! Mimi, we need to..."
Mimi shook her head, "Everyone is already down in the basement. But the storm isn't natural, that's what I came to tell you. It's perfectly round, and it's centered on Felicity House. Someone, or something, has..."
Another lightning strike turned the interior of the orphanage white, but rather than thunder, the flash was accompanied by something else, a momentary sensation of pressure and then release, and with that release Felicia and Mimi found themselves collapsing to the floor, knees unable to support them as their bodies were rocked by the incredibly, intense pleasure of a series of powerful, rapid climaxes.
"Welcome to all my followers," hissed a soft, pleasant, seductive, and yet still serpentine voice, "Your mistress calls you here so that you may earn your rewards as her loyal children, as well as to compete amongst yourselves for the right to become my champion."
Images flashed through the minds of the two catgirls; the power, the pleasure, and the rewards that could easily be theirs if they only obeyed and worshipped this being of obvious great power. The pounding of rain upon the orphanage roof had vanished, and the song of birds could be heard.
Felicia growled at the words and stormed to the door, determined to pummel the speaker into apologizing for inflicting a permanent state of heat upon her. But her wrath faded, replaced by awe as she saw the sky above her home.
Though it was bright as day, the sky was a deep black, dotted with stars as well as other, larger objects that were far, far closer. Some that looked as if one could fly to them, if one had wings. From her place on the third floor balcony across from the chapel Felicia could see over the garden between the three wings of the orphanage, past the dried up creek, and down into the mountain valley below. The plants and trees around the orphanage were far different than those found several hundred feet beyond it, and Felicia now knew why. They hadn't been planted, the buildings had been built here and sent into her own world.
They had been out of place and they would have given most people a subconscious feeling of unease, shooing them away. But Felicia was a supernatural creature herself, and had been drawn to the site, enraptured by its power, and when the structure was called home, it took all the occupants along with it.
"Mimi, make sure everyone stays inside. Get everybody down into the basements, find Grace and Lucy and get them down there too. Have the older children help move the nursery down there, and make sure that..." Felicia blinked, as if suddenly realizing something.
She looked down and ran a hand over her trim, flat midsection, looking puzzled. "Eliza, Kathryn, Delilah, and Anita." She said, naming off her four daughters who were in the nursery, being overseen by Grace. The eldest of the catgirls, aside from Felicia, Grace tended to the nursery, and though she was not pregnant she oddly had begun to lactate and enjoyed nursing Felicia's children, as well as the other half dozen babies. "Has it really been that long? I feel like I still ought to be pregnant..." Felicia said softly, "What did that so-called goddess do to me? Why do I feel so weird and..."
One of the older boys rounded the corner, panting, his long black hair hanging in his face, "Mimi, the TV signal went out. We can't get anything, not even on the radio on Mei's MP3 player." Yuri managed to pant. He stared at Felicia, who was holding her midsection, her teeth clenched.
"Is Sister Felicia alright?" he asked, worried, taking a step forward.
"I don't..." Mimi began, only to be knocked out of the way as Felicia darted forward.
"Why do I need your cock inside me?" she yowled, finishing her sentence, once more overcome with heat. The human youth's eyes widened, and he blushed at her words, not quite realizing what they meant before the catwoman impacted with him, her lips finding his, her taloned hands clawing for the zipper of his pants.
Mimi shuddered, unable to stop herself from watching as her mentor removed Yuri's pants and began to work her tongue over his half-erect member. The unmistakable scent (to a catgirl's keen nose) of semen filled the air; it seemed that the strange orgasmic sensation that had struck Felicia and Mimi had hit some of the other residents as well.
The catgirl found herself licking her lips, wanting to join Felicia in lapping Yuri's shaft clean of every drop, and then coaxing more from him. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the two, heat building once more in her loins. Mimi crawled over to the wall, leaning against it, her view perfect to watch Felicia and Yuri as the catwoman toyed with her young charge, coaxing him to full erection with her tongue.
"Mmm... just what I need..." Felicia purred as she lowered herself onto the young man's cock. Mimi felt a stab of jealousy, loathing that it wasn't her pussy that Yuri's delicious manhood was filling, but for the moment her fingers would suffice. Mmm... maybe if she asked, Felicia would share?
That seemed fair. She'd ask, just as soon as Felicia was done. The catwoman let out a yowl of pleasure as the young man filled her. He had looked confused at first, and a little afraid. But now it seemed he was quite enjoying himself, a blissful expression on his face. He almost seemed to be purring with delight. Mimi blinked at that, for Yuri was indeed purring. It was perfectly normal for a catperson to do, but Mimi was rather sure that humans didn't purr during sex. But as she drew in a breath through her nose, she found that Yuri's scent wasn't human. It was something familiar, and yet different. It was most definitely Yuri, but there was also a goodly portion of it that was feline, as well as a part of the familiar scent of the other catgirls, but... different.
Silver-grey claws tore their way through the toes of Yuri's shoes and the matching talons upon the young male's fingers were digging into the carpet as Felicia really began to ride him. The catwoman's own pinkish claws tore open Yuri's shirt, caressing the strips of white, grey, and black fur they found beneath the garment. Mimi watched in fascination as fur began to grow over Yuri's skin.
At first it seemed to be in a pattern like Mimi and the other catgirls had, but instead it seemed that they were stripes of darker fur, with the lighter shade emerging several seconds later. Was this what a male catperson looked like; more bestial and feral looking than the females? The young catgirl wasn't sure, but the soft shimmering coat of Yuri made her want to press up against him, to cuddle against the shiny softness. The catboy let out a playful growl and knocked Felicia's arms aside, making the catwoman tumble down atop him. He pressed ebon lips against hers, his face pushing outward slightly into a feline muzzle. Felicia didn't seem to mind and gleefully explored Yuri's new maw with her tongue.
Felicia's tail lashed from side to side, something cats usually did when agitated. Mimi had seen this happen when the older catgirls were getting intimate. It meant they'd claw your face off if you interrupted them. Quite rapidly Yuri had a tail of his own joining in the motion.
Mimi found herself wanting to play with it, for it was unlike her own and those of the other catgirls. It was large, thick, and very fluffy, with long, shaggy fur that Mimi wanted to run her fingers through, to cuddle up against, and to groom playfully with her rough tongue. In the span of a few minutes Yuri had gone from a well-built young human to a drop dead gorgeous snow leopard-boy with a coat of beautiful fur to die for. This sort of thing didn't just happen, and Mimi had never detected the slightest hint of anything feline in his scent, or anything supernatural for that matter.
Yuri let out a feral roar as he climaxed, joined by a pleasured yowl from Felicia, who threw her head back as the catboy's seed surged into her eager body. Mimi could see the stress and tension almost oozing from her mentor's body as each jet of seed pumped into her hungry sex.
With a satisfied sigh Felicia stood, revealing Yuri's altered equipment; his shaft was nearly a foot long, and rather oddly shaped if what Mimi had seen in the showers was anything to go by. It was also a shade of black that stood out against the white-grey fur of Yuri's underbelly. And despite his romp with Felicia the cute male was still hard, and he looked rather eager for more. Felicia looked somewhat confused and was staring off into space as several emotions seemed to have her in their grip simultaneously.
Mimi grinned, if her mentor wasn't going to tend to the needs of the cute male, he was open for some equally needy female to take and ravish. The catgirl was on Yuri in an instant, snuggling into the snow leopard's soft pelt.
The catboy had a fanged grin upon his face as he guided his length into Mimi's sopping snatch. The catgirl was more calm and placid than Felicia had been, but no less needy. Instead of on his back, Yuri sat instead, with Mimi in his lap. He purred happily, stroking her sapphire hair and licking playfully at her ears. It felt so natural to him, so right. It was what he ought to do for a soft, small, cute feline lover. He brushed a lock of bright red hair out of his eyes and tilted Mimi's head back, allowing him to look into the catgirl's needful eyes for a moment before giving her the sweet kiss she craved.
-
For the first time in quite some time Felicia's mind was perfectly clear, utterly free of the lustful fog that had bewitched it for such a long while. She wasn't sure how long exactly she had been under the influence of the demonic being that had perverted her chapel and seduced her and the other catgirls into committing such wicked, depraved acts of lust.
But even as she could recognize them as such, she didn't feel any sort of anger, regret, or outrage at the actions. She'd just... had sex with one of the young men that had been entrusted to her care, while he'd transformed into a feline creature, as much snow leopard as human, unlike herself. Felicia was more human-like than cat-like, and had never seen a creature like the one that Yuri had become.
Well, she had, but it hadn't been of a feline nature. But oddly there seemed to be a portion of Felicia's kind within the young male. The natural rosettes of the leopard were also joined by stripe-like markings that greatly resembled the strips and patterning of fur that grew over the bodies of all the catgirls.
A year, perhaps more, spent in debauchery had certainly left its mark upon Felicia, for as she turned her gaze upon the coupling of Yuri and Mimi her first thoughts weren't to scold them about having sex before marriage, or to warn of the dangers of pregnancy, or any of a dozen other things a responsible adult ought to. Rather her thoughts were along the lines of "They look like they're having fun. I wonder if they'd mind if I joined in?"
Despite the almost instinctual desire to join in, Felicia didn't feel the least bit aroused. For the first time in a long while she actually felt no sexual need whatsoever. Free of lust and of mental fog, Felicia actually felt like herself again, almost. She turned away from the mating cat-couple, ashamed at her wicked thoughts. Some darkness had slowly trickled into her soul, driving out the pure light that had once dwelled there. There was a strange disconnect between her rational mind and her emotions and instincts. She recognized that the way she was feeling was wrong, that it was strange, that it was not who she was. Yet her emotions and desires were completely anathema to the person she believed herself to be.
Felicia shuddered, her fur standing on end as a shiver went through her body. Something terrible was happening nearby, but she didn't know where. Felicia closed her eyes and tried to focus upon the strange sensation, but it slipped away from her. Held almost tauntingly out of her reach.
"You cannot use your mistress' power and reject it at the same time." Purred an amused voice.
Felicia spun, looking all around her, but could not find the source of the strange voice. It sounded... oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it.
"Things are happening that are beyond your control, pretty kitty," the voice continued, "And the only way you're going to be able to come out of this without anyone getting hurt is to let in a little bit of that darkness."
"Who are you?" Felicia growled, turning in a slow circle, not wanting to put her back to an unseen foe, she edged towards a door and tugged it open, her keen feline eyes seeing through the darkness, but finding nothing but a stairwell.
"For as long as the Dark Moon is at its zenith and the Black Pantheon tests its champions, I will be your guide." The voice purred, "Beyond that? Who knows?"
"Dark Moon? Black Pantheon? What's going on?!" the catwoman virtually roared, echoing up and down the empty staircase.
"Your orphanage and all those within it have been plucked from your world and placed in this one. Gerrig, the dark goddess whom you are championing, has called you and others like you here to do battle. You will fight for her amusement, and out of it all one of you will rise and become champion, becoming mother or father to the next of her demigod children." The voice explained.
Felicia wrinkled her nose, "I don't want any part of that, fighting, dark goddesses, demon children, anything like that! I just want to have a nice, peaceful life here. I want to help people!"
The voice chuckled, "Right now there are four of your orphans fighting in your stead. The only way you're going to get to them before something unfortunate happens is to accept that the darkness is a part of you."
Felicia slammed a fist into the wall, sending bits of plaster falling onto the steps.
"Dark does not always mean evil, you know. The darkness in a movie theater that lets you more easily see the screen, the warm darkness beneath your bed covers in the morning, the darkness surrounding two lovers sleeping in a tender embrace..."
Felicia gritted her teeth and stopped struggling against the unfamiliar mindscape of her emotions and instincts, she let the person that the dark goddess had forced her into becoming taken over. But only for a moment, and in that moment she heard feral growls of rage and a cry of pain. It was enough, she knew where she needed to be.
Her claws clicked upon the tile floor as she burst out the front door, heading towards the fish pond behind the orphanage. Felicia hoped she would be in time...
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I needed to get away from Avis. I normally hadn't gone with her on her buying sprees for the boutique gift shop we owned and she ran in the well-heeled Buckhead suburb of Atlanta. I tried to keep busy managing the tennis program at Georgia Tech. I'd been a top twenty professional once and still played doubles in tournaments when I could get a partner willing to chase the balls down. At nearly thirty-five I wasn't up to that anymore. I had to rely on a power backhand and placement.
That's what I taught at Georgia Tech. Power backhand and placement, and I always had a student or two willing to show me power and placement of another kind when Avis was off on her buying sprees.
For some reason I'd lost my reason and agreed to go to Greece with her in search of exotic pottery for the store. A week of her yapping and arguing with Greek merchants had given me a headache. I volunteered to canvas the northern, Turkish coast of Cyprus, alone. Getting into that enclave was such a hassle and required such a convoluted travel schedule that Avis let me go by myself.
What Avis didn't know, though, was that I had been given some very good recommendations on where to stay and what to do in Turkish Cyprus—and that ever since that Turkish exchange student, Erdiz, had shown me that masterful backstroke of his the previous summer, I had been dying to have another young Turkish man between my thighs.
I arrived in Turkish Cyprus on a plane from Istanbul, having already made reservations at a gay boutique hotel east of Kyrenia on the northern coast. I hadn't given Avis anything but a name and a number and she was so wrapped up in herself that I knew she wouldn't check the hotel out—in fact that she wouldn't try calling me at all. The hotel consisted of six separate villa-style suites cascading down the Kyrenia mountainside below the artists' enclave of Bellapais and toward the Mediterranean coast. The rooms of the hotel clustered around a series of terraces and a swimming pool.
The man at the desk when I checked in, a heavily tanned, solidly built, muscular man in his fifties with a white-toothed smile, wavy gray hair on his head, and salt and pepper hair curling at the neckline and armpits of his athletic T-shirt, asked me if I was in Cyprus on business or for pleasure. I answered, "Both, I hope."
"I assume you know what sort of hotel this is," he asked, with a guarded smile this time.
I answered that I did, that it had been recommended to me by a previous pleased guest, and that I hoped that would be the pleasure part of my trip. I added, though, that I was here to buy pottery in bulk for a boutique in the states.
He gave me a big smile, a wink, and a second, lingering look.
He had a slight, young Turkish man lead me to one of the small villas, which was one large room, with full plate glass at the end pointed to the sea and a bath on one side and small kitchenette on the other side at the opposite end, with the entrance foyer between them.
The young man walked with mincing steps in front of me. He was close to being beautiful rather than handsome. Somewhat androgynous, but arousingly so, I'm sure, for anyone aroused by such a type. This didn't really include me, though; I prefered muscle men who would use me. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and trousers that were almost transparent. He had thong briefs on underneath. And he was barefoot.
When we arrived at the villa and he'd done the obligatory instructions on what was what and how it worked, he asked me if there would be anything else he could do for me—anything at all. It was quite obvious that he was offering himself to me.
I told him that he was quite handsome, but that he wasn't really what I was looking for.
He took it well. He asked me what I was interested in, and I saw no reason not to tell him directly and in detail. I was to find that all Turkish men took it well. I was also to find that if they saw something they liked, they took it—and they usually took it well.
My first experience of that came not more than two hours later. The invitation of the swimming pool and the dark-blue sea beyond were too enticing, and I changed into a Speedo and took my sunglasses, a book, and towels out to the pool and claimed a lounger.
I was the only one there, except for an older man across the pool and one terrace down who was availing himself of the hospitality of the young bellhop who had offered himself to me, without luck. They were entwined on a lounger, with the guest—who was probably northern European and whose body was going to fat—huffing and puffing as he fucked the young Turk.
I tried to ignore them and to get interested in my book and taking the sun's rays. I hadn't been there very long, though, before the man who had checked me in—who I was to learn was the owner of the hotel—put me in the shadows by standing between me and the sun.
He was a fine figure of a man. In fact, other than age, he was very much like what I had told the bellhop what I was interested in. He now was without his T-shirt. He was muscular, with a barrel chest, and his torso and arms were quite hairy. My tennis player, Erdiz, had been hairy too. It was part of what I enjoyed about him. Erdiz was much younger and trimmer than the man standing before me. He was also much more handsome of face. But this man had a rugged charm about him. And that ready smile. And his hands were big and his fingers long and thick. And I looked down at his toes in his open-toed sandals. They were thick and long too, and hair covered.
"I am Karamat," he said. "We met at the reception desk."
"Yes we did," I answered
"I own the hotel. I sent Musa with you to your room, but he said you were not interested—at least not in him."
"Musa is very nice," I answered. "But, no, he is not what interests me. He seems to be busy now."
We both looked over at the other lounger. Musa was on his chest, with his midsection and legs in the air. The northern European was holding Musa's legs at his side and fucking the young man like he was fucking a wheelbarrow.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen that position," I remarked, keeping my tone amused. "I certainly haven't tried it."
"You must like men inside you then," he said rather matterf-factly. "And it's a fine position. You *should* try it."
"Yes, I do like men inside me. And maybe someday I will try that," I answered in the same vein.
He sat down on the lounger beside my thigh then, leaning over me, with his hand down beside my opposite side. "Would you like me to suck and fuck you, then? I assure you that I do it very well. Do you like Turkish men. Not boys, men."
"Yes," I said. "I like Turkish men very much. And before you ask, I like hairy men. But I've only had younger men."
"Bah. What do younger men know about fucking other men? You need to be at least fifty to do it well, to make men beg for it again."
"I've always thought that the second fuck was nicer than the first," I said. "You have your hand on my cock." And he did; he was lightly massaging my basket.
"Do you mind?"
"No. It feels good."
"Do you want to see what I fuck with?"
"Sure. Why not."
Karamat stood and dropped his shorts to the ground. I gasped at the size of him. He was in half erection. And the hair on his dark brown body was salt and pepper everywhere but on his head, which was gray, and his pubes, which were still black.
"See, my head is old, but my cock is young," he said. "The hair tells you." And then he laughed. "The best for you. My head knows what to do; my cock can still do it."
"That's nice to know."
"I suck and fuck you now, yes? I make your trip worthwhile."
I smiled and lifted my hips off the surface of the lounger. He leaned down and pulled my Speedo down my legs.
"Very nice," he said, giving what Turks must use for a wolf whistle, making a popping sound from his mouth with his plump thumb. "Many men fuck you? Your hole tight or slack?"
"Not many—and usually with weeks or months between one and the next. Tight, I would guess. Does it make a difference?"
"If slack, I have ways to tighten it up. Tight is good. You feel it good. You not afraid?" he asked. He was holding his cock and waving it at me.
"Yes, of course I'm afraid of what you're waving at me. But that's part of the enjoyment, isn't it."
"I like you. You're not shy. I give you good fuck, I think. It's always better to take it with joy," he said, with a broad smile on his face.
He fished around in the pocket of his shorts and brought out a tube of lubricant and three condom packets.
"Three?" I asked in mock shock.
"You said the second is better than the first, so we see what three is like." He was smiling again.
"We'll see about that," I said, with a laugh.
He sat back down on the lounger, opened the lubricant, and took some in his hand. Then he leaned his face over my groin, took the bulb of my cock in his mouth, and started to suck. I moaned and ran the fingers of both of my hands into his hair. I had every intention to get as much enjoyment out of this as he would give me. One of his hands went under my thighs, and I felt his lubricated fingers at my hole. He licked up and down my shaft and then took it all in—once, twice, three times. I shuddered and lifted my hips off the lounger. He had moved a finger deep inside me.
I moaned deeply. It was obvious that he could give me much enjoyment.
He came up for air and said, "Yes, very tight. I like tight. Like taking a virgin. But we loosen it up a little, I think. You enjoy it more." He took one of my legs and lifted my ankle to his shoulder and then went back to sucking the bulb of my cock and worrying my hole with his lubed finger. Then two fingers, and he was moving them in and out, finger fucking me. His tongue was flicking my piss hole, and I was groaning and writhing under him.
"Young men do this to you?" he asked when he came up for air.
"No," I answered. "They are more direct and more insistent. They focus on themselves, their own needs."
"Ah, older men like me—and soon you—know how to savor it. How to have more pleasure; but more, how to give pleasure. And you are a guest here. We work to your pleasure."
Three fingers and I was grunting and groaning. His mouth was pumping down on my shaft. Quicker and quicker. I came in a flood into his mouth.
"Sorry," I whispered. "It was too good."
"Just one," he said with a laugh. "I make you come four times. Each one better than the one before."
He lifted the hand that he'd been fingering my hole with and flashed four fingers. He slowly and with a wink inserted each finger in is mouth, in turn, and sucked them.
"Oh, god," I croaked.
"Now me. First one very businesslike. You like second, so first one just to put us both in the mood." He stood up from me, straddling the lounger and my thighs and made a show of rolling a condom on his cock and lathering it up with lube.
"First time is for conquering," he said. "Once you are mine, we make love. Or maybe you don't—"
"Stop talking and fuck me," I said. "Yes, hard and deep. Take no prisoners. Make me feel it. Use me." I spoke in a low growl that I didn't recognize as my voice.
He gave me an intense look, grabbed my ankles and spread and raised my legs, pulling my pelvis up off the lounger as well. I rolled it up. He positioned the bulb of his cock at my entrance. I grunted and groaned as he worked the bulb inside.
And then he stopped, leaving his bulb inside the entrance, while I adjusted to it and tried my best to pull it further in with the muscles of my sphincter. This was working, he slowly was moving inside.
"Ah, good. You are good at this. I think we both will take our pleasure from this," he murmured. "But you are too anxious. More pleasure if you know your need for it enough to beg for it."
I began to pant, to beg for it. I scrabbled for his nipples through the matting of hair on his chest, trying to provoke him to plunge into me. He was smiling more cruelly now.
"Shit. Fuck! Give it to me!"
"We will see if a young man can do this for you."
I cried out as he plunged down, down, down. Out and then plunge, again. I cried out again and raised my pelvis to him. When he'd bottomed this time, he held deep inside. I plaintively begged him to fuck, pulling at his body hair, raising my mouth to his nipples and sucking hard, getting my hands around on his buttocks and squeezing the meaty globes and trying to pull him deeper inside me. I beat on his chest with my fists.
God, I wanted him to fuck me hard—more than I'd ever wanted in a fuck before.
He pulled away from me, and slipped out. Then he rose up on his feet, his legs straddling the lounger, and flipped me over. He grabbed my legs, pulling me up to where only my chest and cheek were on the surface of the lounger. With a laugh, he plunged back into me with his cock, and began wheelbarrow fucking me like I had remarked on about the fat guy and androgynous bell boy across the pool. I grabbed the upper legs of the lounger, hanging on for dear life, and cried out my passion while he pumped me hard and deep, not stopping until I had come again.
Karamat let me collapse on my belly on the lounger, and he came down, full length, on top of me. He had come too. I was so absorbed in my own ejaculation that I don't know if we came together or he came first or after.
I felt him go soft inside me while he ran his hands over my body and nibbled at the hollow of my neck. He moved down my body, kissing as he went, until he was crouched behind me. He tongued and nibbled at my buttocks, and then I felt him pulling my dick and balls through my legs. I moaned, widened the stance of my legs, and came up slightly on my knees, presenting my ass to his attentions.
When he swallowed my ball sack and began to roll my balls inside his mouth, I rewarded him with another deep moan. He was holding and slow-stroking my cock with a hand.
"Do your young men give you this attention? Has anyone else done this to you after a first fuck?" he asked.
"No," I answered with a groan. He moved his mouth to my cock and then my hole. Back to my cock and then my hole. And I ejaculated for the third time.
I heard him fiddling with a condom packet, and then he was straddling my hips and riding me in long, deep, slow strokes. He had his fists pushed into my shoulder blades, bearing the weight of his body, but then he slipped them around under my chest and arched my back up to him. I turned my face toward his and we kissed for the first time. He tasted of tobacco and brandy. He was palming my chest, rubbing both nipples between thumb and forefinger, and rocking my body back and forth on his cock.
This time I felt him ejaculate into the balloon of the condom inside me, and I sighed and murmured, "Thank you. The second time was even better."
"You are a sweet fuck," he muttered back in a matterf-fact voice. "I leave you now for a while. I have to build up again after two and there is work to be done. If you want me to finish you, stay here and I'll be back."
"Finish me?" I murmured. "How could there be more?"
"Stay around and you'll find out," he answered. "I am Turk; there's always more."
I laughed at that—at the inference that I was some sort of project that needed to be finished well. But I stayed, on my belly, luxuriating in the pleasure I had gotten out of his mature, experienced body. And from his bull's cock.
I looked out over the pool. Musa, the small bell boy was riding the prone figure of the Northern European now. And nearby, two men were entwined on a lounger. I couldn't tell who was fucking whom. They were both Europeans and were young and thin. I decided they must be a couple, retreating here to do what they couldn't so openly do at home.
A young man was cleaning the pool. He had a gorgeously well-developed body and was wearing a skimpy black bathing suit. His body was a nutty brown, and he had a full head of black, curly hair and a Fu Man Chu mustache. He wasn't nearly as hairy as Karamat was, but there was a trace of matting under his pecs and a thin line running down to the waistband of his swim suit, which dipped down in front, permitting pubic hair to rim the waistband. When he raised his arms, though, there was a good bit of hair in his pits. His torso was tightly sculpted, and the veins popped out on his powerful arms.
I dozed, thinking of him. When I woke, not knowing why I had done so, Karamat was sitting beside me again, massaging my body with his strong hands. The Northern European and Musa were gone, as was the pool man. The young European couple were in the pool, one belly up to the side of the pool with his arms splayed out over the pool deck tiles. His partner was embracing him from behind and they were kissing—and, I presume, fucking.
"You are awake."
"Yes."
"You have not run from me."
"No."
"We know each other well now. Two fucks and we are friends. Now we will be lovers, yes?"
"Yes, please."
"I fuck you know like a Turk fucks his lover."
He stood and I watched him roll on a condom—the third one. He turned me on my side on the lounger, away from him, and then stretched out behind me. He pulled my body into his, and I turned my face to his, and we kissed, as we both explored each other's bodies to the extent that we could reach. He pulled my pelvis into his groin and reached down and pulled my calf up so that my leg was bent. I felt the knee of his leg cover my other leg and pull it back a bit.
And then he was slowly entering me—and entering, entering, entering. One of his hands went to my cock and encased it and he slow fucked and slow stroked me to my promised fourth coming, his third, and to, indeed, what was the most sensual fuck of the three.
"You must lock your door tonight," he whispered in my ear.
"Why? I've heard that Cyprus is perfectly safe."
"If you do not lock your door, you may be attacked and raped."
I didn't lock my door that night.
In the darkest of night, I felt the weight of a body on my chest. And hands encasing my head. And a hard cock presented at my mouth. As I sucked, I ran my hands up onto his chest. Nearly hairless, trim but heavily muscled. Young, virile. The cock sweet in my mouth. Rock hard, but not especially long or thick. It wasn't Karamat.
He kneed my legs spread and pushed his knees underneath my buttocks. As he entered me, he leaned down over me, and we kissed. The silky smoothness of a mustache. I tongued his chest as he pumped me and ran my tongue up into his hairy pits, sniffing and appreciating the maleness of him, his musky scent.
He came inside me and I realized he wasn't crowned. I didn't care. I wanted all of him. I regretted he had come so fast. But surprisingly he didn't soften. Young and virile. He turned me on my belly and rode my ass until we came together—me for the first time, he for the second.
Laying full length on me, he spoke for the first time, in a whisper. "Sorry. I saw you at the pool—with Karamat. I wanted you too. You did not lock your door. I begged Karamat, and he said I could have you. He told me that I was his gift to you, that he fuck you tomorrow again."
"He didn't ask me. You must be punished, I think," I whispered back. "Lay on your back, or I will complain to Karamat."
We changed positions and I rode his cock into the dawn, as he gripped and spread my buttocks with strong, pool man hands—to open me for the repeated invasion of my spread hole with his ramrod cock.
"Pottery? You want pottery? And you want to know if I know where this piece was made?" Karamat turned the coffee mug I'd given him over and over in his hands. He was smiling a funny sort of smile. "Sure, I know this pottery. It's from Kemal's. On the coast west of Kyrenia. I'll call and have them send a man to drive you there, if pottery is what you want."
"You know what I want, Karamat, but pottery is what is paying for this stay at your hotel. It isn't really necessary for you to get me a driver. I can get a taxi."
"No problem; they want to send a car for you," Karamat said. He couldn't seem to lose that lopsided grin. "I'm sure they will enjoy serving you."
He went into the office of the hotel to make a telephone call, and I went back to my villa to rest until the driver came for me.
It had been a tiring day. I hadn't gotten much sleep and was gloriously sore, but walking down in the castle harbor town of Kyrenia had helped me exercise muscles back into shape and deaden any pain I had experienced. I just wasn't used to so much sex of that intensity—and from two different men—in that short a period.
In Kyrenia I had moved from one souvenir or gift shop to another, seeking local-made pottery Avis would like. There were some vividly painted scenes of ancient Turkish warriors done on large display plates that I found were made in mainland Turkey, and I managed, with the help of the shop here, to order a shipment of those by telephone to be shipped directly to Atlanta.
But other than that, there was disappointingly little. That was with the exception of the unusual coffee mug I had found. It was of a tan earth color, rough pottery on the outside, with geometric designs etched into it while the pottery was still wet—obviously by hand or a stencil roller but by a deft hand. Only the inside and lip of the cup were glazed before firing. I had found a few bowls of this and a set of wine glasses and a water pitcher, as well. I'd only bought the cup, though, so that I could show it to Karamat. The shopkeepers I'd asked concerning the origin of the pottery were only willing to obtain it for me. But I didn't want a middleman on the payroll or I wouldn't have come here directly.
I was dozing in my room when the telephone buzzed and Karamat was summoning me to take my ride to the Kemal pottery.
As I walked up to the hotel office, I saw that Karamat was talking with a young Turk, who, it seemed like all of the Turkish men here, was handsome, dark and sultry, and built like an athlete. He had a slightly thugish look to him, like anyone who went with him would be used roughly, which gave me chills. He also cast on me the same speculative smile I'd seen others do since I came to Cyprus.
"This is Rafat," Karamat said. "He will take you to the pottery." They had been speaking with their heads close together as I approached. They both looked up and gave me brilliant smiles when they sensed I was there. They both were in shorts and droopy athletic Ts, with deep cuts in the armholes, showing thick matting of black hair in their pits, and curly hair cascading out of the dip in the neckhole. Such revealing wear seemed to be the casual apparel of choice in Turkish Cyprus. They both filled their clothes out very well—the mature, Zeus-like Karamat and the young, Apollo-like man talking with him.
Rafat and I were soon scuttling along the coastline on a bad road in an old Holden with so many knocks and squeals that I had to concentrate hard on what the young man was saying. I was watching his hands on the wheel, although his hands didn't spend much time on the wheel. He was being very expressive with them. They were good, sensual hands. The fingers were long, with curls of dark hair above the knuckles. He touched me a few times while we were driving and he was gesturing and even ran his hand down my chest once when he had flung his hand out, protectively, when we had taken a curve in the road hard.
"You stay at Karamat's hotel, yes?"
He damn well knew I was staying there. "Yes."
"Karamat, he treats you well, yes?"
"Yes, he's very hospitable." I knew what he meant by that. He'd put his hand on my thigh and squeezed as he shot me a brilliant, knowing smile. "And he's a master at what he does." I wanted Rafat inside me, and I wasn't going to be in Cyprus long enough to beat around the bush about it. He'd left no question what he wanted from me.
"You like hairy men?"
"Yes, very much so. And men who take what they want."
"Good," he said, flashing a big smile at me. "Karamat said you were very enjoyable."
Rafat let me off at the front door of a squat stuccoed building with picture windows on either side of the entry. Bars covered these windows. It had the look of an old, disused army barracks about it. Rafat urged me to go on in and look around in their showroom while he parked the Holden behind the building.
I entered the showroom to find, standing behind a counter—Rafat. Although he was quick to point out that he wasn't Rafat, but Selat, the twin of Rafat.
"Please, please. Look around. Uncle Karamat told us what you were interested in—and what you were looking for in pottery wholesale. He say you like the half glaze ware."
"Yes, that intrigues me. I don't think I've ever seen any pottery like that. It's just glazed on the inside." "Uncle" Karamat, I was thinking. He hadn't told me they were related. Perhaps that was why he'd given me such a sloppy grin when I'd shown him the coffee mug.
"Yes. That makes it cheaper. But we find many tourists like it—even better than our more artistic, full-glazed pottery. But, please, look around. We make you a very nice deal. Yes, very nice indeed. Uncle Karamat tell us what you like."
I knew he wasn't talking about pottery any more, not really. I felt myself going hard—especially as Rafat had just entered the showroom. Seeing the two of them together was very arousing.
As the two talked to each other in whispers and undulged at furtive looks at me, I wandered around the store. The half-glazed pottery, indeed, was very enticing—as were many of their fully glazed and decorated pottery pieces. They had pottery with vine leaves either etched into the raw clay or painted on the surface that would, I believed, sell very, very well in Buckhead. Yes, very enticing. I looked at the twins, standing there and smiling at me, proud of their work and hopeful of its sale. They were very enticing too.
"Are these all the samples?" I asked. "Any more somewhere?" I couldn't hide that I was looking for some place more private than the showroom.
"Yes," Selat said, with a broad grin. "We have more. And a very special collection in the back. You come back and see?"
"Yes, please," I said. Selat ushered me toward a doorway covered with a beaded curtain. I saw that Rafat was at the shop door, locking it and turning the sign to "Closed."
The room Selat led me into was not large. Three sides were lined with shelves, containing pottery. A double bed was set against the fourth wall, between two shuttered windows.
My eyes went to the double bed and lingered there.
"Selat and I take turns sleeping here at night," Rafat said. "For protection of the shop. We also fuck here."
I turned my gaze toward Selat, being slightly embarrassed that the young men were so openly hitting me and were so assured. Of course, I had given them every reason to be assured.
"Perhaps this pottery will interest you," Selat said, as he led me over to one wall.
Arranged on the shelves, using the half-glazed technique were a dozen or more cups, bowls, and pitchers.
"Pick one up," Selat said. "Examine it closely. I think that you'll like it." Rafat was standing close behind me. As I picked a cup up—and then almost dropped it as I saw the images etched into it—I felt his hands go to my hips.
I shuddered. The cup was covered with homoerotic art. Like ancient Greek urns, men straddling men on couches. Fondling, sucking, fucking.
I picked several pieces up, all the same, plus some of stylized hard penises.
"You find them interesting?" Selat asked. He was very close to me now too.
"Very interesting, yes," I replied. "But not really what I can sell in Atlanta—at least not in my shop. You have much more—out in the showroom—that I could use, though."
"But perhaps we have something you would want, could use, more privately," Selat said in a low voice. "We can give you a very good deal—a very good deal for someone who was a good friend of Uncle Karamat's—and, we hope, of Rafat and me too."
Rafat had his hands running up under my T-shirt, to my pecs.
"Let's see what kind of deal we can make," Selat said. He took the bowl I was looking at out of my hand and gently returned it to the shelf. Rafat was pulling me over into the center of the room.
"We fuck you now, yes?"
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
"Both together?"
"If you want."
They sandwiched me, Selat in front and Rafat in back. They had already shucked their own Ts. Rafat pulled mine over my head as Selat unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and let my shorts hit the floor. Rafat was embracing me from behind and moved a hand to cup my chin and turn my face to his for a deep kiss. Selat pulled my briefs down off my legs and he followed them down, going down on his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. Rafat went down on his knees too and he was working between my crack with his mouth and fingers.
I had to grab their heads, Selat's with one hand, and Rafat's with the other, to maintain my balance.
But I didn't have to do that long. The two stood, stripped off their own shorts and briefs, and began working me between them. I could feel both of their cocks between my thighs. For a brief moment, I thought they were going to take me, together, standing there. I had given permission for that, but I'd thought it would be something we'd work up to, if it happened. Selat had already raised one of my legs against his thigh with a hand under my knee. I felt he was on the cusp of pulling the other one up and settling my channel on his cock—with Rafat's right there as well. I moaned, scared, but half wanting it. But when I was sure that was going to happen, they were moving me, toward the bed.
They had me on my back at the end of the bed and were tag-teaming me. Taking turns holding my legs spread and fucking me and feeding me their cocks while kneeling above my head. Every five minutes or so they would switch positions. They occasionally showed concern that maybe I had had enough. They didn't volunteer to stop altogether, but they assured me that they could finish me if I was growing weary. Fascinated by being taken by hunky twins, though, I encouraged them to fuck on.
One of them pulled out of me—I no longer remembered which was which—but rather than switching, the one at my head started working underneath me, until I was full on top of him and his hard cock was pushing up under my ball sack. The brothers worked together to get his cock inside me and then he crossed his arms tightly across my chest, right under my pits, which drew my arms up to where they were effectively trapped.
Then what I had both feared and hoped for before was happening. The other twin was working his cock inside me on top of his brother's. I panted and whimpered, surprised that I could take them as big as they'd both gotten.
"Can you manage?" a voice in my ear whispered. "I can tell Rafat—"
"No, please. Don't stop. I've never... but I want..." So the one on top was Rafat. The one under Selat.
And then Rafat began to pump, and I zipped right to heaven. I was spouting in no time and Rafat pulled out of me long enough to lean down and clean my cock with his mouth. And then he was inside me, pumping again. Selat was moaning now as well and the brothers kissed over my shoulder and then each, in turn, kissed me.
When I opened my eyes, there was another man in the room. A near duplicate of Karamat. He pulled his T over his head. The same hairy barrel chest.
"Our father, Kemal," Rafat said. "This is his shop. He can give you really, really good deal."
"Yes," I answered. I knew what he was asking.
Rafat's face and cock disappeared and now it was Kemal staring down in my eyes, Kemal entering me, Kemal—thicker than Rafat—pumping me on top of Selat's buried cock.
"Kemal says you are A number 1 good fuck," Selat said afterward, sitting beside me on the bed I was still laying on, panting and recovering. Selat was smiling broadly.
"The three of you were great too."
"Kemal, he doesn't speak English. So I ask for him. He says you can have two boxes—like that one over there—full of the pottery of your pick, for free—you just pay shipping and handling."
"That sounds good," I said. My mind was contemplating how much I had made on that marvelous fuck. I felt the need to close the deal before these guys figured out that I should be paying them for the cocking.
"You might want better deal—three boxes," Selat said rather haltingly.
"For what?" I asked.
"If you stay here, the night, with Kemal. And let him do whatever he wants with you."
Kemal was standing inside the door with the beaded curtain. His body was still beautiful to me. His smile was too. He was holding several lengths of nylon rope in one hand.
Ah, Avis, I thought, the deals I must make to keep your boutique shop profitable.
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After the defeat of General Scales there was the matter of discussing the negotiations with the Saurians as well as the Sharpclaws since tensions between the two were high. Krystal volunteered to handle the negotiations personally.
They met at the old fortress where one of the captains had taken command, after a few hours of discussion they came to terms but there was the matter of sealing the deal and knowing the Saurians never used money the captain wondered what the blue vixen would pay with.
"Knowing you and your four legged walking friends you don't have much gold on you nor anything of exceptional value...so how do we know you can keep up your end of the treaty?"
"Hmmm...I can think of a way..."
She gave a lustful smirk with her eyes staring down at the captain with desire and slowly removed her bra as she walked up to him making him blush and almost fall back on his chair, his bulge began to show and Krystal helped herself to it as she began to stroke the surface of his pants while he tried to control himself.
"What's the matter captain? when I was your prisoner you and your men were so eager to fuck me day and night and now that i'm so willing your backing off?...maybe you need a little motivation!"
She gave a strong sweeping kick to the side of his face sending him crashing into the table, the two guards who were outside rushed in to see the vixen stand on top of their captain allowing him to see her entrance hidden beneath her loincloth making him more horny by the second.
"And to think you sharpclaws almost took over Sauria...you're nothing but a bunch of slithering lizards without a real leader-AAH!!"
She was suddenly tripped up by the captains tail and as she fell her loincloth was ripped off and used to tie her hands behind her back and she could see the angered and lustful look in the captains eyes as she gave a toothy grin, although he knew it was just roleplay the captain flipped the table back up and threw her on her back while he tied her legs to a horizontal poll attached to a pulley that was on the roof and gave a wink to his men who finally caught on to what was happening.
"Men we have a prisoner! show her our best."
"Yes sir!"
"It would be my pleasure."
The soldiers undressed and moved in from both sides as Krystal continued to play along while making it convincing.
"No please! someone help!!"
"This room is soundproof you little bitch! scream all you want nobody can hear you!"
He pulled on the rope lifting her legs, revealing her ass and pussy as his partner moved up close to get a better look and she could feel his breath blowing at her snatch making it begin to soak which caught their attention.
"Hey look! she's already begging for us but she's a little dry...I think I can help with that."
"No! don't do this to MEEEE!!"
His reptilian tongue lapped at her clit and inner walls driving her nuts as she squirmed and helplessly struggled trying to escape while his partner ripped off her bra and suckled on one of her breasts, because she had them sucked by the shapclaws before she was able to produce breast milk which tasted very good to them.
"Mmmm you're sweet. just like I remember."
"No please-AH! I don't want it!!"
"Now how can you say that? you're so wet...would it be better if I did like this?"
"AAAAH!"
He inserted two of his fingers into her and began pumping them like it was his dick making her pupils shrink from the penetration while his partner moved to her other breast and fondled the other one, already she felt close to climaxing when suddenly the captain snapped his fingers ordering them to stop and step aside revealing his lizard cock with the same bumps and ridges she remembered.
"Please! anything but that!!"
"You nearly broke my jaw you bitch! consider this payback!!"
He gave a short loud roar as he impaled her, making her scream as her pupils shrank again. He climbed on the table and began humping her like a savage beast, making her pant uncontrollably while one of his men moved to the other side forcing her to swallow his cock and making her deep throat while the other waited.
Krystal was in this same exact position when they first tried to use her as a breeding slave but even though they were unsucessfull in impregnating her they liked to fuck her just the same thanks to her curves and furry body. Soon the captain began pumping harder as he grunted and grinded his teeth while her muffled screams and moans were heard by them.
"ALMOST!! ALMOST!! YEEEESSS!"
One loud scream managed to escape the piece of meat gagging her as she felt the hot reptile semen shoot into her like a garden hose sending her over the edge as she climaxed mixing her juices with the captains but thankfully her species could not breed with them so their was no worry.
"Just as tight as ever."
He said as he pulled out making his seed drip out of her while they took her off the table.
"We accept your terms of piece little vixen. so let's celebrate."
"if you insist captain giggle"
She gave a toothy grin as they took off the pole binding her legs and placed a collar around her neck with a chain leash attached to the wall. The captain left the room with the signed peace treaty while his men and Krystal continued their fun.
"On your knees you slut!!"
He ordered Krystal while lifting her by the hair and throwing her near the wall. They untied her hands and forced her on all fours as one of them slid beneath her and grabbed her cheeks revealing her ass.
"Please stop...i'm so tired, I can't take anymore..."
She pretended to be exhausted when in truth she was so use to their rough penises that her holes were actually able to withstand the ridges and the bumps made the sex all the better as she was suddenly impaled and screamed once again.
"AHHHHHH!"
"Okay my turn!!"
"ugh ugh ugh!! GUUUUAAAAAAH!"
She was violantly pierced through her ass as they pounded her like mad. Moments later her eyes rolled back and a smile formed on her face as they continued to fuck, when it came to the breaking point they slowed down a little.
"Beg for it you little whore!!"
"PLEASE!! I WANT IT!! I WANT IT ALL INSIDE ME!! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!"
A few more pounds was all it took to make them cum all at once, when the gangbang was over Krystal saw her lover Fox and ran to him with open arms as they headed for the great fox.
"Krystal? what's that white spot on your loincloth?"
"Oh! they offered me a sandwhich winks to the captain"
The End.
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Chapter 6
"This is the captain," the voice coming over the intercom seemed stressed "ladies and gentlemen we are about to arrive at the gate, when we do I would ask that you all remain in your seats, there seems to be an electrical issue and we will need to reset the system. When we do this it will black out the cabin for approximately one minute. There is no need to be alarmed, please remain in your seats until the lights come back on." The captain finished.
Michael looked around the cabin, people seemed tense but not overtly so, the captain was a smart man, waiting till now to let people know of an issue.
It had been an illuminating flight for Michael, from the pain of the attack by the oriental woman to the understanding that something...different was in contact with him, had put him on edge for the entire flight.
There was no further contact from the other; it was the strangest feeling Michael had ever experienced. Several times throughout his life he had experienced a sense of de ja vu, a tickling feeling in the back of his head when a specific action was good or bad.
Following those gut instincts had kept him out of a great deal of trouble. Now it had changed, it was an actual sentient being speaking to him, guiding him, yes; it had been a hell of flight.
"Alpha Leader to Tango Leader do you copy," even the hushed tones reverberated around the tight space of the boarding ramp as it rolled up to the door of flight 969.
"Tango this is Alpha, over" the answer came back through the ear bud hidden within the black mask that covered the young Lieutenants face.
"Tango, insertion in 10, expect package to be delivered your location in 45, be ready for transport, out."
It had been four hours ago when Lieutenant Sims had gotten the flash message about a mission and rushed over to the CC to get the details.
Commander Longfield looked at the six men assembled in the briefing room, knowing before he started that they would not appreciate this little gem.
"Gentleman, at approximately 09:25 flight 969 from New York to London will arrive at Heathrow's gate 57. Upon arrival the plane will go dark, at that point Mr. Sim's squad will enter the aircraft, secure the passenger in seat 3 first class. You will escort this passenger out of the plane, down the emergency exit in the gate and hand him off to Mr. Patrick's squad for transport to local law enforcement at hangar 12." Upon finishing, Longfield looked up from his notes to see six disappointed men glaring back at him.
"Jesus Christ, since when do they call out two SAS special ops squads to grab one guy off an airplane, couldn't they have sent the bloody boy scouts?" Lt. Patrick snorted as the two teams sat in the Blackhawk on the way to Heathrow.
It rubbed them all the wrong way; operations like this were seen as a huge waste of time and personnel by those involved.
Most had seen heavy combat, all had years of training, provided by her majesty's government, to go out and be the mailed fist of the empire.
To be babysitters simply increased their tension, it was like sending a pit bull into a fight against a Chihuahua, not even worth doing.
Counting down in his head, Lt. Sims timed the docking perfectly.
Alistair popped the door of the jumbo jet just as the interior of the plane went dark.
Stepping in Sims instantly got a fix on the mark. 'Jeez, is this guy radioactive or what," thought Sims as he stepped the 4 paces over to the passenger.
Bending quickly he whispered, "We are here to get you off this plane, please move quickly."
Curling his hand around the mans bicep Sims was amazed at the feeling of raw power that was transmitted through the simple touch, 'this guy is like solid rock,' he thought to himself.
That feeling and the bright aura that surrounded this guy through the night vision goggles made Lt. Sims think twice about this being a waste of time.
Michael only thought for an instant before he stood to a crouch and moved out of the plane with his handler.
Had this happened yesterday he would never have gone this quietly, however, with no nagging warning from the other he was confident that there was no danger.
Thirty-two seconds after the door opened, Michael was handed over to another black clad man who hustled him into a waiting H1. It was all a bit surreal for Michael, but no more so than the rest of flight had been so he sat and waited to see what was next.
The gentleman in the suit introduced himself as Detective Arthur Collins, Scotland Yard.
"Mr. Dane, sorry about the quick exit from the plane, we had reason to believe there were problems on the flight and we wanted to make sure you, and several other passengers got off the plane as...expediently as possible," the detective said.
Michael was sitting in a small office inside a large hangar in the maintenance section of the airfield. Offered coffee or water they were treating him as though he was someone of interest, this puzzled him as he listened to the detective continue.
"We are not at liberty to disclose much of the story, however I can tell you that you are not under any type of suspicion. We have an interest in several passengers on the plane and wanted to ask you just a few questions prior to letting you go on your way." The detective said as he sat across the desk from Michael.
Taking out a pen and notebook he continued. "Did you notice anything strange during the flight?" the detective asked.
How to answer that question, Michael thought, making up his mind he said, "I don't really think so, the flight seemed like any other, I can't say that anything really caught my attention."
The questions continued for about a half an hour, it turns out that they had received several credible tips that terrorists had targeted this flight either to commandeer the plane or to try and gain entry into the UK.
Michael noted that during his interview several other passengers from other sections of the plane were brought to the hangar and questioned by other detectives.
In the end, while strange, Michael felt that it was just one more odd item in a trip filled with unique circumstances.
The detective thanked Michael for his help, apologized again and after retrieving his luggage from the plane called him a cab. It was a strange end to a very strange day.
Ian watched the video feeds of the extraction from the airplane as well as the video of Michael's interview. Even on the screen his aura seemed to be different, brighter with a purple hue that Ian had never seen before.
"He is on his way to the MacDonald Randolph, we have 3 teams watching him, the cab is tagged and special," the IM flashed up on Ian's screen.
"Excellent, keep a watch and let me know when he has checked in," Ian replied.
Switching off the computer Ian stood and headed for the stairs, 'I hope this doesn't cause problems for us down the road' Ian thought as he climbed the ancient English oak staircase looking forward to spending the evening in Millie's arms. ...
Morning dawned gray as Michael rolled out of the large Queen Anne bed.
The MacDonald Randolph was an old world hotel. Built in the 1860's it had once been home to a Count, converted and updated over time, it had the air of English aristocracy that fit so many of Michael's notions of what 'English' meant.
Taking care of his morning rituals and dressing in a comfortable pair of black jeans a heavy wool turtleneck sweater and his well worn timberline boots he closed the heavy oak door to his room, setting out to see the sights.
His meeting with Ms. Smyth was not until late this afternoon, which gave him a chance to just wander around and take in the sights.
Lt. Sims sat in the lobby of the MacDonald waiting to see what Mr. Dane would be up to today.
After last nights escapade and the overwhelming feelings he had gotten when he touched Mr. Dane the Lt. had requested an emergency pass, his commander believing that he just needed a few days to get over the angst of another pointless mission.
There was something about Mr. Dane; something that just didn't make sense and Lt. Sims was going to find out exactly why that was.
Michael's watchers noticed the young SAS lieutenant enter the lobby and find an out of the way chair with an open view of the space.
"What do we have here," Nigel said to his partner John as he took a quick photo and emailed it off to get an id. Minutes later Nigel's PDA vibrated and the life history of Lt. Lawrence J. Sims popped up on the screen.
"Control this is five, it seems one of the SAS chaps from last night has taken an interest in our mark, please advise." Nigel finished, waiting for a response he turned another page in the hottest new release that he was reading, curious to see what would befall the main character, a young wizard, next.
Walking slowly down the stairs in the three-story central reception area Michael marveled at the restoration that had taken place only a few years before. The light beige wallpaper with the darker imprinted standards gave a feeling of warmth to the stone and timber walls of the hotel.
Stepping off the stairs he walked over to the large granite faced fireplace, knowing that this was probably the original he was entranced by the detailing of the granite façade, marveling in the attention to detail of the delicate filigree that would be almost impossible to replicate today.
The skies had started to clear as Michael left the building, walking fifty paces away and turning he was impressed by the gothic façade and the attention to detail that the renovators had accomplished.
'It's perfect,' he thought, turning and walking east he picked up Magdalene St. and headed towards the church of St. Mary the Virgin.
Ian's team was very unobtrusive, taking on the look of local shoppers, tourists and towns people, Michael never had a hint that his every move was being watched. Should anything or anyone threaten him he would be witness to a startling change in the picturesque scenery.
Lt. Sims moved quickly out of the hotel once Mr. Dane departed, putting on his sunglasses he moved to follow Mr. Dane, at that moment his beeper went off.
'Damn,' he thought to himself as he looked at the number and code that followed it.
Taking one last look at Mr. Dane's back as he walked away. Lt. Sims hailed a taxi, wondering about the coincidental timing of his "emergency" call back to base. ...
Ian thanked the general and hung up the phone.
"Millie please make a note to run a detailed check on Lt. Lawrence J Sims, he may be an excellent prospect for recruitment, mark that he may have some latent talents. ...
Michael found the church to be a somber place.
Its cool and shaded confines brought back memories of Sasha.
Sitting in a pew he looked towards the crucified form of Christ, marveling as always how one of the most powerful religions still used this image to call and hold the faithful.
As he rose to leave a young father approached him. "May I help you sir?" the man asked.
"I was just looking at the architecture, its my trade and whenever I travel I always start with the churches they seem to have the finest details and the best workmanship. It's interesting to see the variations of space and light used by the original designers to elicit that feeling of...heaven." Michael replied, hearing Sasha in his head telling him to stop with the geek archy talk.
The young father regarded the American, sensing something...different about him he asked, "Would you like to climb the tower, it offers a wonderful view of the city center and particularly the Radcliff Camera?"
Michael said he would and the father lead him to a corner of the church proper and showed him the stair up to the tower.
An older gentleman sitting near the back of the church typed out a text message to the rest of the team, 'subject moving up to top of tower'.
The view was magnificent, the day had cleared and the sun shown brightly on the honey colored stone and ivy covered walls of the city center as it lay before him.
The three tiered Radcliffe was a masterpiece, the proportions of the walls, the size and spacing of the windows the elegant dome at the top all blended together into a wonderfully complete building that Michael was simply mesmerized by.
The rest of the morning passed in a similar manner, Michael wandered around the city center, taking in the sights, occasionally snapping pictures of this detail or that.
Going back to his room, it struck him that he hadn't thought of Sasha for almost the entire morning. This brought out conflicting emotions, he knew that he had to move on but was also pained to think that she was slipping away from him.
Unlacing his boots he lay back on the newly made bed for a nap before meeting Ms. Smyth in a few hours, a new chapter in his life about to begin.
"Valerie, its Ian", the phone call was a bit unexpected.
"Just wanted to let you know that Michael got in safely last night, there was a bit of...drama on the flight, take it easy on him today will you."
Valerie could hear the smile in her uncles' voice. "I will make every attempt not to damage him too severely uncle," she replied.
"Dinner this weekend with you and Millie?" She asked
"Yes I think that would be wonderful, there are only a few weeks left until the festival and I know Millie would like your input on some of the final details" Ian replied.
Every year Ian hosted a harvest festival in Nogardshire, it was thought of as one of the best parties of the year and was always attended by a unique cross section of guests.
"That would be wonderful I'll be glad to help out, I'll ring you after my meeting, got to run, cheers."
"Cheers Val, talk with you in a bit."
As Ian rang off Valerie looked at the clock on the wall for the hundredth time that day, only another half hour, 'I hope the man is prompt,' Valerie thought as she opened her laptop to check her email.
The phone woke Michael, startling him; he reflexively jumped up, taking a moment to register where he was.
Picking up the phone he thanked the front desk for the call. Stripping off his sweater he went into the bathroom; looking in the mirror he seemed no worse for wear from the interesting flight and the jet lag that he should be free of by tomorrow.
Washing his face then brushing his teeth he thought about the meeting this afternoon.
Valerie had seemed very pleasant on the phone; eager to fill the vacant positions she had probably come off as overly nice.
'Probably seventy five years old,' Michael thought as he stepped to the closet and pulled out a fresh shirt.
Dressed, he grabbed his leather jacket and sunglasses and set off for his meeting.
The light knock on the door startled Valerie as she had been reading over Millie's email about the final details for the festival.
"Come," she said absently, trying to finish the email.
Michael had walked from the hotel to the campus. He was almost late as the wonderful mixture of architectural styles and construction methods had him pausing at almost every building he passed on his way to Valerie's office.
The place suited him, 'I could be happy here,' he thought to himself as he knocked on the door, hearing a delightful "Come" he turned the knob and entered Valerie's office.
To say Valerie was stunned was an understatement. She looked up as she finished Millie's email and the visage she was faced with left her emotions in turmoil.
He had an easy stance, one that was both engaging and controlled. Dark close-cropped hair, a chiseled face with strong cheekbones and jaw line, luminous brown eyes that seemed to reach out and caress you when they were aimed your way.
Standing at about 6'2 Michael Dane was just about as close to perfect as Valerie had ever encountered. She had seen pictures of Michael before but none of them captured the...aura that surrounded him in person.
After stepping into the office Michael quietly closed the door and moved towards the desk, stopping he regarded the young woman sitting behind the desk.
The fair skin is what he was drawn to first, like porcelain she seemed to radiate a soft white light from her skin. Her auburn hair and blue eyes accentuated her amazing skin tone and as their eyes met it was as if a high-tension wire had dropped on the floor of the room, freezing them mid-action.
Both sat staring at the other for one long moment, it seemed to last an eternity for the two, but then Michael snapped out of his reverie, a deep and abiding pain lanced through his heart.
Backing towards the door Michael words were choked as he said, "Please, please excuse me I'm...I'm not feeling well," and then he was gone.
Valerie sat behind her desk, her heart beating like that of a rabbit who just escaped the fox.
'What was that,' she wondered as she stared at the closed door wondering how she could feel such loss because of an empty room and a door to soon closed.
Michael slumped against the wall outside the administration building; tears flowed freely from his eyes.
The pain and emptiness of Sasha's loss was again writhing through his soul.
Valerie had affected him just like Sasha had the first time he saw her, it was impossible that there could be two women with whom he could share this all-encompassing connection.
Sasha was the one, the only one to hold sway on his soul.
He stumbled away from the building, wracking sobs wrenching his body, he fell to the grass under a tree in the quad, he was slipping away again, just like the night back home, he didn't have the strength, he couldn't betray Sasha, the darkness overtook him.
The last thing he heard before unconsciousness took him was the other, her wails rising in symphony with his own, she shared his pain, knew his struggle and would try to lend her strength to his to help him through it and share her wisdom so he could finally put Sasha to rest and move on with the dance of life.
Valerie stood at her window, looking down on the quad.
She had seen the look in his amazing eyes, one instant content and passionate, the next filled with sorrow and pain.
She hugged herself, still feeling the loss of his departure, then she saw him, staggering away from the building, falling to the grass, she could hear his sobs, feel his pain as he crumpled to the grass.
She flew from the room, knowing only that she had to be at his side, had to help him get beyond whatever tragedy had poisoned his soul.
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Bloody Knuckle
Ronson's Story part 4-
(-Stompin' the Pasture-(
3:18 am
"Hey, Brick-patty.." a voice called out to me. But it was funny, see, because only one person ever called me that.
I didn't answer because I was surrounded by blackness. I couldn't see anything. But I knew what I was lookin at.
"Chief?!" I blurted, and suddenly I could see him. The same way I remembered him; in a suit that didn't quite fit him.
"What the hell is this? Am I dead too??" I shouted with a little panic, but he waved a hand and I settled down.
"Nah, you're not dead. You two hit it off great, when we picked you up. He needs a friend that he can relate to." he said, with a grin. Sounded like he was givin his goodbyes..
"You know he loves you right? I know he does!" I protested. And I knew Chief it knew too.
"Yeah, I know. And he's not shy to show it. But.. I'm not the kind of..guy that can do for him all he needs. YOU, big guy, are everything he's looking for. I guess, what I'm trying to say is..." He fell silent. But I think I got it. Knuckle didn't need to keep holding on to him like he did.
"He's a great dog, he really is. Loyal, swift, and caring. But he has needs I can't..handle." he said, with raised eyebrows. (OH..)
"And even if I did, on some remote trip way back when, I couldn't keep something like that up. He's pretty high-maintenance to be so simple." Chief said, and I nodded.
"But hey.." he started.
"You've got a shot, and a good one. Help him unload, ya know? Unwind. Relax. Help him see that the world isn't so cold without me." I nodded, a little more slowly.
"So you're givin him to me?" I asked Chief.
"Hell no! But you two WOULD make a good couple. You sure did put it on him right.." he said, and I couldn't help but smile. The dane approached me, and slapped my cheek lightly.
"Go get 'em!"
I woke up to Knuckle opening the door on his side, and step out onto the roadside to take a piss. It was still dark out. But as I sat there, I remembered what his master told me. I had his blessing to help Knucky move on.
He finished his leak and got back in, but I suddenly felt powerless. I-
"What's up man?" he asked me. I was at a loss for words, but I quickly hit a few buttons on my dash and the back seats folded down. Now the cab and bed of the truck were joined, giving us space to lay out.
"Need some help gettin back to sleep?" I asked with a grin. He smiled.
"I just took a leak.." he said, and I shrugged.
"So?" I said. So? He almost burst into laughter, but I knew he wasn't gonna turn me down.
"Never met anybody so KEEN on suckin my dick.." he said, and I repositioned myself over him. We both stuck a thumb under his waistband and tugged his shorts down. The immediate release of musk was what I expected; a warm night'll do that to ya. His musky nutsac stood out even in the darkness, and he shuddered when I took a lick.
"Ooh damn.." he giggled, and I took more slow licks up his trimmed sheath. I could feel his dick fatten with his heartbeat, and it double-timed it when I took him into my mouth. He groaned.
"Whoooooa doggy..." he panted, and I bobbed my head to really get him goin. He didn't disappoint, and soon I had a familiar mouthful that reeked of musky flavor. I worked enough drool out of my mouth and sucked him clean, and spat that stuff out a window.
"There bud. All clean." I said to him, and he just layed there all cool like he usually does, waving his big dick around while he waited for more good treatment.
"Never met somebody that liked his dick sucked so much.." I said before I got back to work, takin easy slurps while his hand rode my head. In no time at all his pre shot to the back of my tongue, then more.
"Uhh.. Yeah bro, I like that.." he said between breaths, his bone flexing hard in my mouth. He wasn't lyin..
I broke free for a second.
"If ya wanna really make sure you get to sleep..." I said as I turned around over him and pulled my jeans down, my ropey tail flicking around his face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his teeth as he smiled, and his ears shot straight up. Like he was glad I offered.
"Hell man... Ah'd mount ya any day ya wanted.." he said as he sat up and buryed his tongue between my cheeks. His tongue hit my sensitive bullseye and I froze, the feeling sapping my strength. I loved it when he did that. But I wasn't gonna let him get one over on me! His dick stood alone in the open air, so I slid his dick back into my mouth from the tip down. Knucky's hips bucked and I grabbed his furry ass cheeks, holding him up there and he fell limp as I went to town on stud puppy.
"Fuck Ronnie... Feels like you missed me!" he said gleefully. He reached up and pulled my jeans down further and reached in to get at my balls, which I appreciated. But I downright LOVED his tongue on 'em! He just licked and licked, growlin at me like a pup would while we had a little fun, suddenly not so interested in just blowin a wad. Minutes flew by, slowing makin an hour as we put our tongues to one another. But I wanted to win this game.
I got to his sensitive spots. Just a matter of time until..
"Ron..Ronnie, oh yes.." he said, squirmin around in my arms until his whimpering picked up. Music to my ears.
"Ronnie! Fuckin..oh my god yeah.. Yeah..oh yes, just like that bro, just like that.." he howled out into the night and I was pleased. Not entirely, but I was well on my way.
"Ronnie, I'm close man, I'm close!" he exploded as his dick throbbed harder and harder. He whimpered like I was killin him (Hell, I was!).
"Ronnie, here it comes dude!" he said, and he stiffened up and relaxed simultaneously. His dick was throbbing at a quick pace, and after I got his knot in my mouth he had it. It swelled to its limit and poured pre, and I tugged it hard. Knuckle couldn't stand it, and I felt his first thick blast spurt to the back of my throat, then many more. I LOVED makin this stud shoot a salvo. Knuckle's a goddam cannon!
"Sssssssssssssssshit!" he hissed as he tried to buck his hips, but I took that from him, holding him like I did. He kept shooting, giving up that awesome load and I swallowed it all. Knuckle was in a pile under me, his hand trembling on my ass like he just spent the day workin out.
Shortly after, his dick trickled to its limit and after I was sure I got it all I let him down gently; setting him back on the rough mat under. When I turned to look at him, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, grinnin like a champ.
I layed my big ass on his chest and rubbed it, and he burst out laughin.
"Well... Knuckle's got a helpful trooper, don't he?" he asked me, and I nodded.
"Always." I said. I looked out the window. It was still dark.
"When it lightens up a little, we can head to the Alpenwolfe. Okay?" I asked him.
He nodded, rubbed my back, and we passed out peacefully.
A massive jolt rocked my trank, and me and Knuckle slammed into the backs of the front seats. Hard. After I took a few seconds to get my bearings, I looked out the busted back window.
A car hit us, probably doin fifty around the curve.
I was on my way out to check the damage, when I heard voices.
"I think this is it. Red, nutsac under the bumper." a voice said. I froze, and I heard another.
"It ain't there! Oh- Here it is!" (WHATTHEFU-) I found myself in the driver seat, kicking the door open so hard the joint warped. My hooves hit the pavement, and I glared at the highbeams. I saw them, two of 'em. One bulky and big, the other one shorter. Like comparin me and Knuckle.
"Came to meet us in person, hoo BOY!" the short one shouted, and the big one stood there silent. I couldn't make out what he was, but he didn't have a cattle bar. That's horns. And THAT'S fer DAMN sure.
The shorter one got closer, and I saw he was a dog of some sort. He drew a knife, and the steel glinted as he flipped it around. (You CAN'T be serious..) He swiped at my neck with it, and I took a quick step back to dodge it. I brought my elbows to my sides, swung my right leg by spinning on my rooted hoof in a heavy kick, but the little bastard ducked it. He rushed around to my left side as my foot landed, and his blade met my side easy. It left a decent gash, but I'd bet he wanted to scare me more than hurt me. Rookie. He hadn't moved very far, so I wound my horn around his arm so the crook of it and the curve of my horn made a square, and I swung him into a wide toss with a strong jerk of my neck. He didn't get up very quickly, so I turned to look at the big one while the knuckles in my left hand popped when I clenched it.
"Ronnie Bronson.. " the big one said as he took slow steps at me. He got close, and I finally saw him for what he was. He was a sturdy-lookin rhino in a wife-beater, and jean shorts.
"You're good to get this far without gettin canned and quartered. And filleted." he said, like it was really that hard to clean yer act up.
"You wreck my ride, try to have me carved.. What's your deal huh?" I asked, keepin my ears on the guy trying to find his feet behind me. The rhino stuck out his chest before he spoke, lookin smug as all hell. Not a bad lookin guy, too..
"My buddy and I are enforcers for the Pazzieras. We were really just gonna make sure you weren't trying to skip out on your tab, but we found you out here. I wonder why..." He stopped talkin and looked around.
"I guess I'm gonna deal with you one on one." he said. (Whatever then, good for you..) He took a quick step to my right and tried to get in with a quick jab of his big left fist, but I stepped in past it to get in front of him. I quickly leaned back, my right hoof came up and stomped hard to ram his face. He was smart though, bringin his HORN up to block me dead on. He blocked me right between my horns, where the my skull was hardest and swung his head in rhino fashion at me. I shifted away and he followed, bringin another fist at me. I stopped in place and blocked it, shifting into a grab that traveled up his arm with my left hand on his wrist and my right on his bicep as I tried to wrench him into a throw. I shifted my right hoof behind his foot as I turned, but muscle met muscle as we stood there for a second. I knew what he was tryin to do though, and he didn't disappoint me. Suddenly his arm went limp as he stopped resistin, and I let go to get away from him. At that point he frowned, and my ears picked up sounds of a struggle as the mutt finally got to his feet. He growled and rushed me, and I smiled to myself as the rhino and I managed to get a little closer to their ride with our short bout. I ducked as I heard him jump, and he sailed over me like a goddam shitpaper kite...to slam into the grill of their car. His legs curled over his back so hard he made a circle before he fell to the ground, and I let my inner smile dominate my bull face. FUCKin amateurs..
The rhino's eyes shifted to the dog splayed out on the ground, then to me.
"You're fuckin lucky this guy's a moron." he said, as he walked over to scoop him up. I had backed away by this point, not out of caution but because the fight was over. The rhino stuffed the dog into the passenger seat, and walked over to the driver side.
"Another day, eh Ronnie?" he said, and he got in the car. The car cranked, I flipped the bird at them, and they were gone.
I walked to the back of my trank and looked the damage over. Believe it or not, it wasn't too bad. The back window was busted out, but that was about it. But there was a little bit of my pride hurt. I saw Roundup's sac nearby, and I almost wept but I picked it up by the thin scrote and headed back to the open door. (Where the hell has Knuckle been? No way he'd miss out on the action!) I looked in the cab.
"Knuckle? You around" I asked. The truth is, I had no idea where he was.
"Ron..Ronnie.." I heard him pant. Uhh..
"Where are you man?" I asked as I searched for the source of his voice.
"I..I can't move.. My back.. I can't feel my legs man.." he said, and I went crazy.
"What the fuck?! Your back??" I blurted, and I scrambled in to find him. He was where I left him, more or less, when I got out after those guys rammed u-
"Shit man! You got tossed around pretty hard then!" I said, and I felt powerless again... But I remembered what Chief said. I gotta act like Knucky's mine, like I really wanna be with him.
"Yeah.. Yeah I did.." he said with a grunt. He tried to prop himself up on his arms but his back wasn't hearin it. He yelped and collapsed, and did it again as he fell in a bad position.
(Aw fuck..)
"We can't wait till mornin Knucky.. We gotta go now!" I said, and he groaned there.
"I'm pretty messed up, be easy on the road.." he panted.
"Yeah man, you got it.." I said, ultimately feelin defeated.
I climbed into my seat and cranked up. Hopefully Horus could help us. Maybe..
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*Again don't panic. I am exploring themes in my writing. Saturn Rising will continue. Promise!*
It was just after five on what had been a really hectic week at work and, as I was making my way home, I decided to pop into 'Fredericks', a new bar near the office, and have a relaxing drink. The weather was turning cold, it now being late October, so my plan was to have maybe a couple of glasses of wine and then catch a cab home. If any of my friends were there maybe we would go and get dinner in town somewhere. I was in my work clothes, but I'm pretty relaxed about dress code in the office so this means I was wearing a knee length, loose pale blue skirt and a black long sleeved top, although I had my heels on. I'm five feet eight so this made me quite tall, a feeling I like.
I walked in through the doors and it was already getting pretty busy, but not so much that there wasn't room at the bar. I walked over and one of the bar staff, a young guy dressed all in black, asked me what I would like to drink.
"A nice cold, Italian dry white wine," I said.
"How about a Chardonnay?"
I smiled, "Sounds perfect."
"Large or small?"
I smiled, "Better make it a large."
He smiled in return and got a glass out from under the counter, and took a bottle out of one of the fridges behind him, filling the glass up to the line. I opened my purse and fished out a ten pound note, and he duly provided change.
I looked around. I didn't see anyone I knew, maybe they'd turn up later. There was a couple just down the bar from me, and they seemed to be having some sort of disagreement. She was a twenty something, gorgeous looking woman with an amazing cascade of blonde hair, wearing a short denim skirt, low cut white tee and knee length black boots, all rounded off with a black leather jacket. He looked to be about thirty in a dark suit. He had close cropped hair and a hint of five O'Clock shadow.
I couldn't help but overhear them as I sipped my wine.
"Come on, all I'm asking is if you want a drink?" The guy said.
"And I told you I'm not interested," she said. I detected an accent but wasn't completely sure what it was. Maybe Scandinavian.
"You're not interested in a drink?"
"I'm not interested in you," she said, quite forcefully. I liked this woman immediately. She was clearly strong minded and independent.
"I wanted to buy a beautiful girl a drink, and this beautiful girl in front of me in particular. Come on, how can it hurt?"
If there's one thing I really despise it's guys who can't take a very clear 'no' for an answer, so I decided to try and help out.
I walked along the bar, and the click of my heels attracted their attention. The woman looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and relief as I said, "Hi. Is everything okay here?"
The guy held his hands up, palms out and backing away, "Yes. Fine. Sorry. There's been a misunderstanding," and he went over to join a group of guys who he no doubt had had some stupid bet with about being able to pick up the blonde beauty at the bar.
The woman turned to me, smiled and said, "Thank you. That guy was such a jerk."
I laughed, "I sort of got that impression. I have to ask, you have such a delightful accent, where are you from?"
Her face broke into the most glorious smile before she said, "Oh thank you! I'm from Sweden. I'm here for a few weeks trying to improve my English."
I found her enchanting. She was bubbly and beautiful and I was captivated by her voice. I've always had a thing for the Scandinavian accent, the way the voice lilts in such a melodious sing song way.
I realised I'd been staring for maybe an awkward second too long. Holding out my hand, I said, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so rude. I'm Anna."
"I'm Marie," she said, "nice to meet you Anna," and she took my hand in hers, her soft skin brushing mine as we gently shook.
"Lovely to meet you too, Marie. I notice you don't have a drink. Now don't take this the wrong way, but can I get you something?" I laughed.
She giggled back, her red ox bow lips turning up into a delightful smile, "That's very kind, Anna. Can I perhaps have a beer of some sort? Not a flat English beer, something fizzy?"
"Of course. Hold on," I managed to attract the attention of the barman who had served me previously and Marie ended up with a bottle of some imported beer I'd never heard of, but then I rarely drink beer of any sort, flat or fizzy.
I held up my glass and said, "Cheers, and welcome to Britain."
She smiled and clinked my glass with her bottle, "Thank you and cheers to you."
"So where are you staying?" I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
"Oh, there's some student accommodation, it's pretty basic to be honest, but it was all I could afford."
I remembered my own halls of residence from my first term at university twenty two year ago, and I smiled in sympathy, "One room, terrible plumbing?"
Marie laughed, "Oh, you've stayed there?"
"A long time ago. I was a student here, so I know what it can be like."
"What did you study?"
"History," I replied..
"Oo, so you're like really smart!" she said with a little laughter in her voice.
Her personality was infectious, and we were both giggling as the guy who had been hassling her earlier walked past with his friends, clearly leaving. He looked at us both and snarled under his breath, "I should have known it. Fucking dykes."
I stared wide eyed, and Marie turned to me and said, "What did he say?"
I turned away from him and just said, "Ignore him. He's an idiot."
"Did he call us 'dykes'?"
"Yes. Sorry. Not all British guys are such idiots."
She laughed, "Oh being an idiot isn't exclusive to British men."
"So, are you meeting up with friends?" I asked.
"No, this is my first full day here so I thought I'd come out and see how things are."
I thought for a moment, "Hey, look, say no if you'd like, but maybe having a female chaperone would help you avoid idiots like that, and maybe I could help show you around a bit. I have nothing planned for this evening, so maybe we could go for dinner?"
Marie smiled, "That sounds wonderful, but what is a, what was it, shapper...?"
I blushed, "I'm sorry, your English is so good I forgot to try not to use complicated words. It's 'chaperone', and basically means a companion to make sure you don't have any trouble."
"Oh, no. Please don't say sorry. I'm here to improve my English, so now I have a new word. Thank you. About dinner, I'm on a budget, so..."
I stopped her by placing my hand gently on her wrist, "Oh, don't be silly. It will be my treat. I live alone, so it'll be nice to have some company."
"In that case I would love to, if you're sure?"
I was more than sure. Spending more time with this delightful woman was something I was looking forward to.
"Of course I'm sure. Let's finish our drinks and find somewhere that's not too busy. What sort of food do you fancy? There's a really good Italian not too far from here."
"That sounds great. I love Italian food."
We finished up and left the bar, walking towards the town centre until we came to my favourite Italian. We walked in through the giant glass door into the white marble tiled restaurant, the sounds of happy diners and clattering cutlery echoing and adding to the atmosphere.
The maître d' greeted me, "Anna, how great to see you again." He looked at Marie with an appreciative glance, and said, "Table for two?"
I smiled and said, "Mark, so glad you're working tonight. This is my friend Marie, and yes a table for two, please."
"Nice to meet you Marie," he said, smiling at her and clearly admiring.
Marie blushed cutely, and said, "And you."
Mark grabbed some menus and led us to a secluded corner, with a private table.
We sat down, and Marie said, "Wow, this place is amazing, and they seem to know you quite well."
"Oh, they know me alright. I've been coming here since I was a student. That's a long time," I said, suddenly aware of the fifteen or so years that surely separated us.
Marie laughed and put her hand on mine briefly, sending a little jolt through me as her fingers touched the backs of mine, "It can't be that long ago, Anna."
I laughed, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Marie. Just so you know, I'm forty."
"Well, I'm twenty six, and to me age is just a number."
I liked this woman more and more.
A waitress came over and asked if we wanted any drinks, and Marie asked for an Italian beer, a Peroni, and I asked for a glass of Pinot Grigio. While she was away, we looked at our menus, and when she came back we ordered. Marie went for a Hawaiian pizza, and I opted for their wonderful mushroom risotto.
When the waitress was gone, I held up my glass, "To delightful Swedish women who walk into my life."
Marie giggled and returned with, "And here's to gorgeous English redheads who walk into mine to... oh what's the word...?"
"Chaperone?"
"Chaperone me. To gorgeous English redheads who chaperone me."
I was pretty sure I blushed, but I was happy that she had complimented my hair, which I keep just past shoulder length, and I'm actually more a strawberry blonde than red, but I wasn't going to argue.
We clinked our drinks and took a sip. Marie said, "So you actually live in the city?"
"Yes. About ten minutes cab ride from the centre."
"And you said you live alone? No husband or boyfriend?"
"Um. I had a partner but we're no longer together."
Marie blushed, "Oh god. I am so sorry. Really. I should just keep my mouth shut."
I laughed, "Don't worry. I left. My terms. Anyway, what about you?"
She sort of stalled, but then said, "I sort of have a relationship back home. It's complicated."
I realised she didn't want to talk about it, which was fine with me. I decided to move the conversation onto safer ground.
"So your digs are pretty bad?"
"Sorry, 'digs'?"
"Oh god, there I go again. It's an English word meaning flat, apartment. That sort of thing."
Marie laughed, "I told you, stop apologising. I'm here to learn. I have two new words just in one evening from spending time with you, but to answer your question, yes it's pretty crap."
"I can imagine. In this city rents are high, and quality is terrible. I wish I'd known you before you came. I have a spare room I would willingly let you have for free."
Marie looked astounded, "Are you serious? For free?"
I considered it for a moment, "Yes. For free. It would be nice to have some company."
"But, but, I'd get under your feet. You're used to living alone. I'd cramp your style."
I laughed and placed my hand back over hers and I was glad that she didn't draw it away, "Stop. I work most days, and you'd be at college, and I like you. Anyway, you have somewhere. I was just saying that it's a pity I..."
"I could leave where I am. I don't have a commitment, it was just part of the package and I could get my money back and have a little better time. But I'd have to pay you something."
"You're serious?"
"About paying you, yes of..."
"No, you can stay for free, like I said. I meant, you're serious about taking my spare room?"
"I'd love it. I don't know anyone here, and this way a get a built in friend and I don't have to worry so much about the money."
I was enchanted, she was so bubbly, her enthusiasm was infectious.
"Deal. When do you want to move in? Tomorrow?"
A small frown came over her face.
"What's wrong, is that too difficult?"
Her frown lifted a little, "I was a bit sad because I have to wait until tomorrow which means I spend a night in my crappy room... And not with my new friend Anna."
I realised my hand was still over hers, so I squeezed it gently, smiled until I had her attention, and said, "Of course you can move in tonight. I just thought you'd need time to pack up or arrange it with the college..."
"You mean it?" She said, with a big grin on her face.
"I mean it," I said returning her smile.
She shouted out, "Yay!" Then suddenly was out of her chair and giving me a huge hug, and kissing my cheek just as the waitress came with our food. Marie sat back down and I couldn't help noticing that the waitress had a curious look on her face.
We were silent as dinner was served, my mind wandering back to that brush of Marie's lips on my cheek, which had made me feel things I probably shouldn't be feeling.
When the waitress had gone, Marie said, "Thank you Anna. Thank you. You have turned what I was expecting to be a boring and depressing trip into something I'm now looking forward to."
I smiled, "You're welcome Marie."
We started eating and the food was as delicious as it always was. As we were eating, I said, "So, when we're finished here we'll get a taxi over to your digs," and here she smiled, "pick up your stuff and then head to mine. How does that sound?"
Marie giggled. "It sounds wonderful. I don't have a huge amount of stuff anyway so that should only take a few minutes."
I was falling more and more for her infectious bounciness. She made me feel happy just being around her. We finished our dinner and headed out to the nearest taxi rank and got in a cab. I told the cab driver what we needed to do, Marie gave her the address, and she got us there quickly enough. When we pulled up outside the flats I asked her if she needed any help.
"Pfth! I'll be back before you know it. And no sneaky driving off and making me sad."
I laughed and said, "If you're more than five minutes..."
She ran off into the halls and the taxi driver said, "She seems fun."
"She's a language student I'm rescuing from the terrible accommodation."
She half turned, "Good for you. Those places are awful, aren't they?"
Suddenly the cab door was open, and Marie was sliding in beside me with a suitcase and a shoulder bag and breathlessly said, "Three minutes. I timed it."
The driver and I both laughed. We moved off and ten minutes later we were outside my house.
I paid for the taxi and got my keys out, leading Marie into the hallway and through to the kitchen. She looked at my breakfast island, my five burner range, my oven and long worktops, and said, "Oh wow. I've moved in with the queen or something. You didn't tell me you were the queen. Where are all the servants to take my bags up to my room? Do I have to sleep on five hundred mattresses and tell you if there's a pea under them or something?"
I laughed again, "No, Marie, I'm afraid I had to fire all the servants. They were lazy. Now, let me show me to your room."
She picked up her bag and I led her up the stairs, and turning right I opened the door to my spare room, which I always keep made up in case friends, come to stay.
She took one look at the room, and said, "Oh, Anna. This is just amazing. I have to pay you. I mean, a double bed?"
"If you offer to pay again, I am going to get angry," I said with a smile, "now, it's just after nine, do you want to go to bed, or maybe come downstairs and we can sit in the kitchen and talk."
"Oh. Talk. Definitely talk. I'm too excited to sleep. Where's the bathroom? I need to freshen up."
I was thrilled I had made someone so happy. It's that Random Acts of Kindness thing that always makes me feel good, like when I pay the bus fare for someone who's obviously having problems getting the money together.
I took Marie down the corridor to the bathroom, and opened the door for her. She looked at my walk-in shower and two person jet water tub and said, "Oh. This is just too much. Hold on, I'll be down in a minute." With that she closed the door, and I walked back down to the kitchen. I had some cold beers in the fridge for when friends pop over, so I got one out and poured myself a glass of white wine from my half empty bottle.
Marie came down some minutes later, having shed her leather jacket, a huge grin on her face and sat down on one of my kitchen stools next to me.
With a huge grin she said, "So your majesty, when do I get to meet the rest of the royal family?"
"Oh stop it. It's not a palace, Marie."
"I know Anna. Just me being silly. Thank you so much. This is like the best thing that ever happened to me."
"You're welcome Marie. I'm glad to have made you so happy."
"More than happy. I'm in heaven. I am so lucky to have met you."
"And I am so glad I met you. You make me laugh. I love your sense of silliness."
We clinked our drinks, and Marie offered another toast, "To Queen Anna, the beautiful heroine who saved poor Princess Marie from the stupid dragon that was trying to buy her a drink."
I laughed, "Okay princess, knock it off with calling me a queen."
"But you are. Well, more like a Fairy Godmother."
I did a pretend frown, "Queen? Godmother? No. All too old sounding. Maybe more like Prince Charming who saves Sleeping Beauty? Princess Lovely?"
"Wait. What? A princess saving a princess? Is that allowed?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, given my own position on the sexual spectrum. I didn't want to frighten Marie, but I said, "Well, in this enlightened age everything is allowed, surely?"
"Yes, but Prince Charming woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss. No, you have to be a queen. If you're not a queen I'll pout. You don't want me pouting do you? So what does Queen Lovely do to Sleeping Marie?"
I swallowed, "Um. Well, you sort of kissed me in the restaurant. Does that count?"
"Nuh uh. That was me kissing you. And I wasn't asleep. Definitely doesn't count."
I pretended to be exasperated, "So, Princess Marie, what is it that the Queen has to do if you sleep in in the morning?"
"Duh! You come in and kiss me. Would definitely wake me up."
"And Princess Marie would like that?"
There was a silence, and Marie looked straight at me, her voice level dropping from the excited tones of before and said, "Oh yes. I'm pretty sure she would."
I wasn't sure what to say, but I placed my hand on hers. She turned her hand up and we held each other, staring, fingers starting to curl.
The world stopped, and I wasn't sure whether I should do something. It all seemed to be happening so quickly. Tentatively I leaned towards her, and saw that she was moving towards me. Our lips brushed. We broke away and I lifted my hands up to frame her face, brushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear.
Marie got a cheeky look in her eyes, "Your chat up lines in bars obviously work a lot better than that creep earlier."
It broke the tension which I was feeling. Was this right? This woman was going to be living with me for the next few weeks. What if we argued? Right at that moment I didn't care. She was fun, intelligent and beautiful. I did need to find something out though.
"Are you okay? I mean with this? I mean it isn't my first time with a woman, but you're..."
She placed a finger over my lips, "Sh. Mine either."
We kissed again, and I responded. In fact my whole body responded, particularly in the parts that count. I could feel my nipples against my top, and a distinct wetness between my legs.
I suddenly had a crisis of conscience. I hardly knew this woman, while it felt good, and right, I realised I needed to slow things down, for her sake as much as mine.
I pulled back and she cocked her head to one side, staring at me quizzically, "What's wrong?
"We're moving too fast, Marie. You know I am attracted to you.."
"And I'm attracted to you..." she interrupted.
"But I've only known you a handful of hours. I think we need to take things a little more slowly."
I hated the deflated look on Marie's face, "But, does that mean you won't even kiss me?"
A genuine smile spread across my face, "Of course not. I want to kiss you."
She grinned and said, "And are we okay snuggling?"
I laughed, "That's more than okay. In fact I would love to snuggle."
Smiling she stood up and came and sat on my lap, not the most comfortable way to be on a kitchen stool, and draped her arms around my neck, kissed me softly and then nuzzled her glorious head of hair into my neck.
I heard her slightly muffled voice say, "Mm. I could stay like this forever."
"It would be nice, but maybe somewhere more comfortable?"
She looked up, a wicked grin on her face, "Your bed?"
I laughed again, "Don't push it. At least not yet," I said, grinning.
Marie nuzzled once again into my neck, and I said, "Come on, let's go through to the lounge. I've got a big sofa we can snuggle on."
She jumped off my lap and I stood and took off my shoes, Marie following suit by unzipping her boots. As she bent down I admired her figure from behind, loving the curve of her bottom and the sight of her exposed legs.
She straightened up and looked at me, "Were you checking me out? You were checking me out, weren't you? Please say you were?"
I giggled and said, "I was so checking you out."
I took her hand in mine and led her to the lounge. I have a large, blue, comfortable sofa, and matching arm chairs. We walked across the dark, hardwood floor, over the beige deep pile throw rug, and sat down, pulling Marie with me. She curled up next to me, her legs underneath her, and draped her arms around me again. I embraced her, closely, holding her to me, smelling her scent and her hair, and then we kissed again, this time so naturally and so tenderly and I loved feeling her warm body so close to me.
After a while we broke, and she said, "Anna?"
"Yes, Marie?"
"Thank you. Thank you for giving me somewhere so lovely to stay, and thank you for being so nice to me."
"Why wouldn't I be nice to you? Anyway, it is my pleasure. I think I'm going to enjoy having you around."
"I think I'm going to love being here."
We kissed and talked aimlessly and I realised it was getting quite late.
"I think I need my beauty sleep," I said, "Time for Queen Lovely to go to bed."
"Aww, not fair. I want to stay here with you."
"I would like nothing more, but I have to go and do some shopping in the morning and I like to go out early. Do you want me to wake you, or let you lie in?"
She looked warily at me, "Uh, how early is 'early'?"
"On a Saturday I usually get up around eight and I want to leave for the shops about nine."
"Can I go shopping with you? Help you?"
"I'd love that. You want me to wake you?"
"With a kiss?"
I warmed inwardly, "Yes. If you'd like?"
"Like? Nuh uh. I insist."
"Then it's a deal. I'll have my shower and then wake you so you can take one. How does that sound?"
"It sounds perfect."
"Right. I'm off to bed. If you want to stay up, the TV remote is there," I said, pointing at the side table and indicating my flat screen TV on the wall.
"No, I think I'd like to go to bed too. It's been such an exciting day, and I don't really want to be down here on my own."
I smiled, "Okay. Come on. I'll make you a hot drink if you like? I always have tea."
"I don't suppose you have hot chocolate?"
"Of course I do," I said, smiling, "come on."
We went barefoot through to the kitchen and the cold marble tile on my feet felt soothing. I was at the counter preparing our nighttime drinks, when I felt Marie's arms slide around me from behind, and her chin rest against my shoulder and she kissed my neck, something that always makes me melt. I was just finishing with the tea and hot chocolate, so I left the drinks and turned around, and we kissed, a long slow kiss that seemed to go on forever. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold out against making love with this woman, so I broke away and busied myself, handing Marie her chocolate and saying, "Now, time for bed."
We walked up the stairs, me in the lead. When we got to Marie's door, I turned and said, "Good night Marie. Sleep tight, and sweet dreams."
She blinked and kissed me gently.
"Good night Anna. I can't wait for tomorrow."
She went into her room and I smiled as she closed the door slowly on me, peering out at me all the while until the door was firmly in place.
I walked down the landing to my room and I heard her call out, "Good night Queen Lovely!"
I laughed and called, "Good night, Princess Marie. See you in the morning."
I got to my room, placing my tea on the bedside table and undressed. Standing naked and alone in my bedroom I looked at myself in the long mirror I usually use to check my clothing. I don't think of myself as any great beauty, but I do try and keep myself fit. I still have a waist, but I think my hips are a little wide. My thirty four C breasts are nothing compared to Marie's, she certainly seemed to more than adequately fill her tee shirt, but they're still not bad, even though I say so myself. I was still very turned on from our encounters earlier, and I couldn't help feeling, and even seeing, that my clit was more than a little excited. I sat on the edge of the bed and let the wonderful feelings of excitement run through me as I watched myself in the mirror, my legs parted. I saw how my lips were glistening, and I thought of Marie, wondering what she looked like. Was she hairy? Smooth? Bikini trimmed like me? The more I thought, the more I got lost and I touched my clit and started circling my finger on it, pressing slightly harder. I fought to keep my eyes open, not against tiredness, but against the pleasure I was feeling. I just wanted to see myself as I came, something that has turned me on since I first discovered masturbation.
I felt my orgasm start, and my fingers moved faster, knowing, as only oneself can, how my body worked, and what would take me over the edge. I felt it, as I rose up and over the peak, and suddenly I was trembling, my thighs crashing together, my whole body on fire in a way I hadn't felt for a long time.
I cried out with one last gasp as my orgasm subsided, and fell back on the bed, the wonderful feelings of peace that always follow on.
I was shocked out of my reverie by a tentative knock on the door and Marie whispering, "Anna? Are you ok?"
With a shock, I realised that, with our adjoining wall, she would have heard everything, all my moans and final cry out.
I gathered myself up enough to call, "I'm fine Marie. Nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sweetie, I'm sure. I was just... doing some bedtime exercises."
There was a pause, and then she said, "Okay. Good night Anna."
I heard her footsteps go back down the hall and wondered how I hadn't heard them before, realising that actually it was because I was somewhat wrapped up in my own world.
I hurriedly got under my covers and sipped on my now cool tea. I switched the light off, and fell into a deep and surprisingly contented sleep.
I awoke on Saturday morning to my alarm. It was eight in the morning and my mind cast back to the night before. I remembered all that had happened, meeting Marie, her being here and then...
I couldn't believe that she had nearly caught me masturbating. Yes, I was fully aware we had shared kisses, and been intimate in a surface way, but I still felt a huge level of embarrassment.
I remembered my promise to wake her with a Princess kiss and worried she might have guessed what I was doing. How was I going to face her?
I got out of bed, put on my silk bathrobe and walked out of my room and down the landing to the bathroom. I walked in, and there, in my shower, stood Marie, side on, the water cascading over her body. I stood and took in her beauty, her beautiful breasts with little pinky brown nipples, her soaking hair, long and straight under the weight of the shower water. She had obviously heard the door when I opened it. She turned and then, comically, tried to cover herself up. One hand flying up to cover her breasts, the other trying to cover what I now saw, all too briefly, was her little landing strip of pubic hair.
I was frozen to the spot, not sure what to say.
Marie looked equally spooked.
A moment of silence passed and then we both tried to speak at once, Marie saying, "Oh, I'm sorry Anna I was just...", and me saying, "Marie! Sorry. I didn't realise you were up!"
"I'll let you finish." I continued, "maybe I'll go down and put some coffee on. Do you drink coffee?"
"Ugh. No, I don't. Horrible stuff. But don't go, Anna. I was just finishing, sorry I gave you a fright."
I laughed, "It should be me who is apologising. I should have heard the shower. I'm just not used to having house guests."
Suddenly her face lit up with a smile. She turned away from me and turned off the shower, then stepped out and grabbed one of the large towels off the warmer rail and wrapped it around her. I watched, mesmerised by her beauty.
She walked over to me, "I missed out on my Princess kiss, didn't I?"
I blushed, "Yes. I suppose you did. Well, there's always tomorrow."
She did a pretend pout, "Aww. But I still want it. Today."
I laughed, relaxing a little. She seemed to have a way to diffuse any awkward situation with me. "Well, that's a little difficult. You're awake."
"Okay. I know. I'll go back and pretend to be asleep, and then you can shower and come and wake me up."
I couldn't resist her enthusiasm if I tried, "Sounds good. I'll be through as soon as I can."
She passed me and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I quickly took off my dressing gown, draping it over the chair, and realised Marie must have walked naked into the bathroom, because I couldn't see any evidence of a night dress, dressing gown or anything of hers. She obviously has a lot of confidence, I thought to myself, but then she was young and from what I could tell had a beautiful body, so she deserved that confidence.
I got in the shower and washed myself as quickly as possible, finishing with my hair. I took the shower head down and used it to clean off the remaining soap, resisting the temptation to spray it onto my sex, something I sometimes quite enjoy in the mornings if I'm not in a hurry, but I didn't want to have Marie suddenly coming in and finding me in the throes of passion. I was embarrassed enough about nearly being caught the night before.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed another warm towel off the rail, dried myself and towel dried my hair. I'd sort it out properly later.
I put my bathrobe on, aware of how short it is, it comes to slightly higher than mid thigh, which doesn't usually matter, I'm on my own after all. I wondered if perhaps I should change, although that was silly. Marie had already seen me in it.
I left the bathroom and went to the spare room, the door was slightly open. I tentatively pushed on it, and I could see Marie lying under the covers, on her back, eyes closed.
I walked over the blue carpeted floor and sat down on her bed, then leant down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Good morning Princess," I said as I sat back up.
She didn't open her eyes, and I had to smile when I saw her pucker her lips. Clearly, one wasn't enough.
I leant down and this time made the kiss last a little longer, and Marie responded, her soft lips against mine felt wonderful. I broke the kiss and sat up again. This time Marie opened one eye, looked at me, and closed it again.
I sighed, "Oh, it takes more than two kisses to wake this Princess, does it?"
She puckered her lips, and gave a barely perceptible nod.
So I leaned down again and this time kissed her with a little more force, and that's when I felt her hand come out of the bed and around my neck, pulling me to her, her fingers stroking my hairline, sending delicious shivers through me.
I was incredibly aroused, more even than the night before, and her touch made me moan. I could feel the thrill running from my centre out over my whole skin.
Finally I pulled back, sitting upright once more. Resisting the urge to push things further. Marie lay there with a grin on her face, looking straight at me.
"What a lovely way to wake up, Queen Lovely. Thank you for rescuing me," and she fluttered her gorgeous eyes at me.
I chuckled, "I have travelled far to find you in your palace, Princess Marie."
"See. Told you you were a queen and you lived in a palace," she said, sitting up and letting the covers drop away, exposing her breasts, apparently oblivious to the effect she was having on me.
I coughed, more like spluttered, and said, "I suppose I had better go and get dressed. We need to go out shopping."
I was surprised to see Marie frown. With real concern in her voice, she said, "You don't like me, do you? Not really."
I was confused, "What do you mean? Of course I do. Why on earth would you think that?"
"You've seen me naked, or almost naked, twice now, and both times you've tried to do anything but be in the same room."
"Is that what you think? Really? Marie, trust me, it is anything but that. I think you are beautiful, not just on the outside, but the person you are. What I've seen of you makes me think that even more. I just want to make sure neither of us do something that will upset the balance of our new friendship and, possibly, our developing relationship."
"Really? You like me?"
"I do. I really do. You make me laugh, you are fun to be with, and yes, I can't deny you are physically very attractive," I paused, a realisation coming to me, "but what I don't understand is why you seem to like me. I'm a lot older than you, I..."
She stopped me by leaning forward and kissing me on the lips, a short but gentle kiss. She pulled away, looking into my eyes, her face serious, "Anna, forget what age you are, and what you look like," my face obviously registered my disappointment with that, "I don't mean you don't look gorgeous, because you do. I think you are wonderful because you seem to get me, which given we've only known each other for a few hours, is amazing."
I smiled, my mood brightened by her words, "Thank you Marie. That is really sweet of you."
"Pfth. I'm not being sweet. I'm telling you how I feel. You are clearly a wonderful person. You put me up, took me out of my hellhole..." she paused, "digs? Yes, digs. And I do find you attractive, very. But, you have to admit, you have one advantage over me..."
I was confused, "I do?"
She got that impish look on her face. "Yep. You've seen me naked. You could be hideous under that bathrobe."
I swallowed, suddenly nervous, but still excited, "You want to see me naked?"
She didn't say a word, just looked me in the eyes again and nodded.
Slightly shaky with nerves, I stood up. I undid the tie around my gown and pulled it down over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, standing exposed to her.
She looked at me and smiled, "Not hideous then," she said, her eyes taking me in.
My nerves were dispelling with her humour, her openness, her nonchalance. "Just slightly ugly then," I said.
She looked up, more serious, "No! Anna, no. I was just teasing. You are beautiful. You have a beautiful body. Sorry!"
I laughed, "I was joking too, silly."
She growled at me, actually saying, "Grrr!" and dived out of the bed and grabbed my waist, tickling me, something I usually hate but right there, right then I didn't hate it. I laughed, and tried to tickle her back, we fell on the bed, laughing and giggling insanely.
When we finally stopped, I was exhausted, we were both breathing hard from the laughter, but I realised I hadn't laughed so much, or been so relaxed in a long time. Then the realisation that here I was, naked on the bed with this beautiful woman came over me, and I remembered all my promises to myself, and to Marie.
Lying next to her, I put my hands on her face and kissed her, then broke away. I smacked her playfully on her bottom, smiled and said, "Come on young lady. We need to get dressed and go shopping."
She looked up at me, and said, "Was I being naughty?"
I was puzzled, and said, "No. Why?"
She looked mischievous when she said, "I must have been. You smacked my behind. I think I've been naughty."
I smiled, "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. Must have been," she said as she rolled over onto her front and provocatively pushed her bottom in the air, her face turned towards me.
I giggled. I don't usually indulge in the whole Domme/sub thing, and pain isn't really something I seek out, but this was just playing, so I just said, "Naughty Marie," and slapped her across both cheeks.
She squealed and said, "Again?"
I laughed and got off the bed, picking my dressing gown up and wrapping it around me. I couldn't believe how much self control I was showing. I was so turned on it was unbelievable, but I knew I had to show restraint.
"No. I'm going to get dressed and we're going shopping."
I took one last look at her, lying on the bed, admiring her beautiful back, bottom and legs, and closed the door behind me and went back to my room practically shaking with the desire coursing through me.
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A May evening.
The sun and heat leaving. The serenaded twilight here.
And fur matted with a combination of dew and (light) sweat, the bat padded into the bedroom. Leaving the door open behind her. And pausing in the moonlight that streamed through the halfpen window. Stretching her winged arms. Her wings stirring (invisible) things. Waves of (pink) phosphor. Waves of grace.
The mouse looked up at her. From his lie-down. His head on a snowy-white pillow. Blinking in the dimness.
She offered her mate a smile.
And the mouse's blue-grey eyes, wide and innocent, seemed to drink of her. The mouse already bare. The mouse already beneath the cool, navy-blue sheets. The mouse waiting for her.
The bat raised her arms and pulled her white tank-top up, up, and off. And let it fall aside. To the wooden planks of the floor.
The mouse sat up, whiskers twitching.
She fought the urge to giggle as she undid the button on her pants, slid the zipper down, and let them fall. To her ankles. Pale-pink panties (a lighter pink than her fur) following. And then one foot-paw stepping out of them. And then the other.
The mouse's ears swiveled at the soft rumple-rumple sound her clothing made as it was kicked away. Into a small, discarded pile. And the sound her stretching wings made. To their tips. Her armed wingspan. The wings filmy and velvety. Allowing her to fly. Her bones hollow. Marrow-less, and full of air, giving her such a light spring to her step. Giving her such a lightness. Making her a great dancer. Making her very maneuverable.
She padded to the foot of the bed. Paused there, and smiled more. Smiled again. Showing her fangs, which glinted in the pale moonlight. Which offered a promise. Which stirred an anticipation in the male (and in herself). She was betraying her intentions.
And the mouse had no objections. His pupils dilated more. Making him appear all the cuter, all the more innocent. Making him all the more alluring.
She fell for nature's crafty little lure. And drew a baited breath, and crawled onto the bed. Crawling to him.
The mouse swallowed. Gave a breathless little squeak. Squeak.
She, on all fours, paused above him. Giving a playful growl, and then moving to a sit on her knees. So she could fish at his tail. So she could grab it. So she could reel it in. So she could nibble (so gently) on the thin, pink, silky length of it.
So the mouse would close his eyes.
So she could lean in, on all fours again, and kiss him (unawares). On the lips. Soft, loose, sweet. Succulent. A trace of saliva stringing as the kiss was broke. As their muzzles were now inches apart. As they both breathed. And as she initiated another kiss.
A squeak came from the mouse. Squeaker-squeak.
The bat chattered, her tongue (more versatile by far, designed for catching insects and such) working between his lips. Slipping inside the wet cavern of his muzzle. And prodding at his own tongue (which was weaker, and clumsier, but no less a part of this). Lapping at the insides of his cheeks.
The mouse's nostrils flaring, and his whiskers at an incessant, heated twitch-twitch-twitch.
The kiss broken (again). So both could breathe.
So both could (briefly) consider each other's needs.
The bat's telepathic mind filtering, flowing over his, sensing his emotions. Wanting more. More of him. More mouse.
And the rodent's honey-tan chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. Panting lightly. The only sounds in the room being their own breathing (and the night-bugs and creek-frogs sounding through the halfpen window).
It was getting warmer in here, wasn't it?
His paws were now on her back, moving up and down. Up and down. Caressing. Her fur was slightly damp (from just having been outside), and his fingers splayed, he ran them over her pink, pink fur. The carnation, salmon colors of her. Strands of soft fur bending as his paw brushed them over. The slightly matted, slightly damp scent of her. The simultaneous coolness and warmth her body gave off.
She sighed and arched, her belly on his. Now lying atop of him. Oh, sigh. Oh, arch.
Mousey paws going to her rump. Gripping her furry rump-cheeks, kneading them slightly, and fingers pressing into the cheeks. Grab, grab. Massage. Rub. And back to her lower back. And then down again. To the backs of her thighs. Just feeling all over. Getting comfortable with her shape and weight.
The bat kept her eyes closed as the mouse felt her up (and down, and all around). And slightly opened them as his paws slowed their roving. And her foot-paws, with their blunted claws, brushed his. Her toes running along the arches of his foot-paws. Playing a lazy foot-paw war. Push, push. Touch.
And the mouse's tail snaking over the side (the edge) of the bed. Like a rope cast aside. Like a fallen wire. (A live wire! For it would twitch now and then.)
She began a slow, teasing grinding of her hips to his. Grinding down on him. Rub, rub, bump! Bump!
Sigh!
Chitter, from her.
Squeak, from him. His sheath-less (since birth) mouse-hood tingling. As it filtered with blood. As it got hotter. Stiffer. As it rose, shyly, from its limp, nestled spot.
The bat swallowed. Sniffing his arousal. Feeling it, too. As well as her own. Her wetness. Her want.
Their mutual need. Born of a love (this love!) so tender and true. Oh, how to express it? Whatever to do?
They needed no time to figure it out.
The bat moved her paws to his slender, strong chest. How shy a fur (for being so fit). She sat at a straddle of his waist, paw-pads on his nipples. Rub, rub, press!
Getting his little nipples hard. Erect. Rubbing them still, huffing as she did so. Sitting over him, at a lean. Staring down into his eyes.
The bright pinks of her eyes seemed to glow in the nighttime of the room. And the mouse's eyes locked, darted, and locked again.
She nodded slightly. Nodded again, and rose up her rump. Her stubby, foot-long tail (like an air-meant rudder) weakly moving a few inches this way, a few inches that. As she hovered above him.
As the mouse's own tail snaked to his own mouse-hood. Wrapping around the base. Holding it in place.
So that, when she lowered down, the tip met her pussy-lips. So that, when she sank the weight of her body on him, the pink, perfect piece of flesh slid, slid, slid. Into her moistened vaginal canal.
Where it belonged. Where it was fit for. Where it was designed to be.
The bat closed her eyes and breathed a deep, shivering breath. Just feeling him there. Such presence. Such connection. And, already, her fangs began to drip of a milky fluid. Drip, drip. Down her lips and chin. Her mating milk. The primal urge to bite (activated by the onset of intercourse). Nature's way of ensuring they bred to completion. Nature's way of drawing them emotionally closer (and assuring their loyalty, strengthening their mate-ship).
The mouse's paws reaching up to cup and fondle her breasts. To hold one in each paw, and to grip at them. Softly, softly, thumbs wagging over the nipples.
Drawing (from her) huffs. Puffs. As she rose and fell on his organ.
As the mouse's arms weakened and fell from her slightly flopping breasts to her belly. To her sides. To her hips. Where his paws settled. Holding. Holding on.
As she rode him. Up, down, up. Down. Sending little telepathic signals to the mouse's mind.
The mouse nodded, receiving. And moved a paw from her hip. To her sensitive clitoris. Where he tapped, tapped, tapped a finger on the little nub. Gently, sparing. Tap, tap.
And shivering gasps. As she wetly (with a squelching sound) rose and fell on him. And as his paw followed her motions, fingering her other parts. And the bat rose and fell with a greater speed (and urgency).
And the mouse, the pleasure filtering from his maleness into his body, to his mind, shiver-squeaked. Started to writhe. His paw falling away from her clitoris. To the sheets of the bed. Slightly damp from her juices. Tail twitching like an electrical wire. Tail getting a bit more rigid. Ears flushed hot, blushing, and erogenous now.
The bat eyed the mouse hungrily. Her mate was, now, ripe for the biting. And she leaned over him. Horizontal. Still keeping himself in her. And with her lying atop him now, giving him control of the friction.
The mouse humped his hips. Hump, hump. Weakly. Drawing his slick, swollen mouse-hood out and in. Slick, slick. Slide. Hump. The bat relinquishing control of the motion. Giving it to him. So she could lick the side of his neck. Her saliva producing a numbing agent on instinctual command. Licking the side of his neck. Matting his fur. Prepping him for her bite. So that it wouldn't hurt.
The mouse huffed, huffed. Moaned.
And she hurriedly licked. Growling from the throat, mating milk dripping onto his fur. The pillow. The sheets.
The natural details (and everything else) faded away. Seemingly, it was just them. They were all that existed.
Them.
And this.
And she, sucking air, bit! Bit! Sank her fangs into his neck.
The mouse writhed like prey in a snake's grasp. Squeaking. Twitching, writhing, as he always did as her fangs sank in.
And she pinned him down, keeping his arms pinned to the sheets.
Until the mouse moaned, whimper-squeaked. Until he went still. Until he seemed to melt. Until he made a gurgling sound from the throat. Her mating milk sufficiently in his blood, circulating, and linking them.
Their minds were merging.
Their minds were one.
Thoughts.
Him thinking of her fair tail. Her swept-back, angular ears. Her blunted, toothy muzzle. The pinkness of her. The softness of her. Her sense of humor. Her playfulness. Her desire (and need) to nurture. Her care. Her strength. Her social ease. Her confidence. Her ability to fly.
And, oh, her femininity! Wet, warm. Wonderful. The scent and the feel of it. The muscle constricting on his shaft of flesh. The pleasure it gave. The natural fit. The manic things it did to him. The lure of it. Everything.
Her thinking of his large, dish-like ears. His ever-twitching whiskers. The earthy, honey-tan of him. The shyness of him. The doubt. The fear. The need for love. The need for nurturing. The quickness of his mind. The artistry of his soul.
And, oh, his maleness! Stiff, proud. Perfection. The drilling, moving motion of it. How it pierced her. Drove her. Pleasure, pleasure. And how his furry ball-sac tensed and tightened. How it slapped against her. Soft, little sounds.
Oh, the fur and fury of their fucking!
Thoughts, first.
Memories, after. Memories.
Of meeting. Of laughing. Of loving.
Sunrises over the River Eagle. Near the sycamore.
Macaroni cheese suppers at five in the afternoon. And making cookies for dessert. And not getting to bed until 1 AM. Tired in the morning (but, oh, was it worth it).
The mouse crying in the car.
The bat blinking numbly at words hurled at her (by another, nearly-forgotten fur).
Listening to AM radio. Losing the signal after sunset.
Tornado warnings. The mouse freaking. The bat trying, in vein, to calm him down.
The awkwardness of meeting each other's families.
The mouse's allergies leaving him bed-ridden, raw. Coughing, sniffling. The helplessness she felt. In sickness, or in health, though, devoted.
Pains. Joys. Fears.
Life.
Filtering through them. Each other's secrets.
How the mouse lost his virginity to a male lion he didn't love. How it had nearly destroyed him. How he'd rooted in his faith, and had hoped for love. Led to her.
How she'd brought a fur to sobs with heated, cutting words (in a moment of scorn). How she'd come to realize what maturity meant. How she'd been told she could never care for anyone. No one would ever need her. And how the mouse desperately, desperately did.
Secrets. Memories. Thoughts.
They filtered through each other.
And then the physical pleasure.
Punching!
Pervasive!
Permeating!
Paws clutching at fur. On each other's bodies. Feeling. Grabbing for tails and limbs and whatever they could find. Just to hold.
Just to hold. Hold on ...
Just to have something to hold to as they endured this.
This was a pleasure to be endured!
Oh, glory!
The mouse was the first to lose cohesion. Was the first to break down. Frantic, hammered humping from his horizontal lie-down. From beneath her. Member slip-sliding in her, burying, burrowing. As mouses do. Burrow, burrow! Arms wrapped round her back, hugging her down atop of him.
She felt his orgasm. As he did. When he did. Their link letting them feel each other's physical pleasure. On top of their own.
The mouse moaning, squeaking. Giving a rodent-like grunt as he initiated a final, draining hump. Prisoner to the twitch, twitch, twitching of his penis. Wet, warm. Sowing. Spurt after spurt of white mouse-seed. Sowing the bat (but she wasn't in heat, so no fear of the seeds taking root).
Oh, pleasure! Oh, too much! Oh, yes!
The bat shivered, teeth still embedded in his neck. As, she, reeling from his release, felt the rising, the erupting of her own. The spasms. The soft spasms that got more frantic. That became searing. That flung the pleasure to her extremities. That let the clear fluid leak from her vagina. Wetting the mouse's sac. The scent. And her nipples hard, and her wings tingling. She gasped and moaned. Growled.
The mouse's eyes watered shut. Feeling it as a femme did. As she did. Oh, oh, what was this?
Some kind of bliss!
Their physical pleasure, grown and built with both their efforts, reaching its intended result. The harvest reaped. The reward felt.
The love evident as they sighed and sank into the sheets.
As she, minutes later, withdrew her fangs. And he, in turn, withdrew his mouse-hood. And as they lay, side-by-side, panting, sweaty, matted, whispering. Oh, they still felt the waves, the ripples of what they'd done.
Their own passion making the moonlight ripple (like a mirage). Seemingly. Maybe they were just drunk on each other.
On their own love.
And maybe, now, they needed to sleep. Sleep.
Such sleep!
In each other's arms, exhausted (but, oh, so wonderfully so).
Both of them smiling (knowingly, silently). Knowing they had all night to frolic. Knowing they would dream such dreams.
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Preface: Beyond my simple caution lies, for those with lustful prying eyes, character and plot complex, peppered with some furry sex! Now that I got that out of my system a real warning. Under 18s are not legally allowed to peruse this so if you get caught it's not my fault. I don't normally do this but I'm dedicating this chapter to my dogs. Thanks for being with me during my breakdowns babes :) Whenever I cry or hurt myself they find me and won't leave me alone until I hold them. Thanks for keeping me stable. Let's get this party started bitches!
Chapter 9:The Time Machine
Time passed by in a hurry. One day, two days, three days. Tobias went to the gym with Mort to workout and, despite the illusion of frailty and weakness the baggy jacket and quiet demeanor suggested, the wolf possessed muscle strength that intrigued Mort for someone who had never even heard of bench pressing. Tobias just looked away and mumbled. "Yeah my dad is a big guy and so is my bro. Stuff runs in the family." Mort just chuckled to himself, by the end of this summer he was gonna work this wolf to the bone.
The part Mort enjoyed the most though was just talking to Tobias. They discussed English required reading, philosophy, scientific advancements in the paper. Whatever they could think of. The first workout was etched in Mort's memory. (How many times have I seen it) The wolf's strength has surprised him but what amazed him was Tobias's looks.
After almost 3 hours Tobias looked like was about to collapsed so the tiger called it a day. Back in the locker rooms as he was getting his towel, Mort realized he had never seen the wolf naked before and a small part of his was vaguely curious. (Not that we would do anything) The tiled room was warm from recent steam and, like his sex sessions with Justin, the room was mercifully empty. The gym was open 24/7 and not many people were there at 2:30 A.M. with Mort and Tobias.
The wolf stood across the room and the hot water cascaded down his back and Mort could only stare. Tobias's fur was midnight black. All the room's light seemed to seep into his body and disappear. His tail swayed slowly as he turned the other shoulder into the spray. The lupine fur's back was smoothly curved and firm muscles showed beneath the dark pelt. Mort gripped his towel to keep himself from touching Tobias.
The tiger hurriedly showered to hide the fierce erection he got watching. If Tobias saw he never said anything and Mort drove Tobias back to the apartment complex. On the way Tobias passed out from exertion and his fell on Mort's shoulder. The tiger smiled in the early morning blackness and, after he parked, waited a briefest second before waking the tired lupine. (Please moment don't end so soon)
"Mwah?"
"Wake up sleepy head. We're here." The wolf rubbed sleep from his eyes and got out.
"Thanks Mort, it's good to talk to someone." The tiger smiled again in the shadows.
"Anytime man. Just call, see you later." Tobias walked up the stairs. He unlocked his dad's apartment door. The husky was sitting at his table reading though a stack of papers. Diego stood up and locked the door. Tobias passed out again on the couch and his dad covered him with a blanket.
Justin looked in the mirror. He bought a new swimsuit for the occasion. They were deep scarlet trunks with acid green flames creeping up the legs. He didn't bother to put on a shirt and flexed. The muscles swam beneath his fur and bulged. He pulled open a dresser drawer and scrutinized the contents. (Chains, leash, collar, muzzle, handcuffs, lube, dildo) Everything was in order so he closed the drawer and descended the stairs.
His parents had put up gold, green, blue, and red balloons. The pool out back had tiki torches around it and tables were set up near the grill. The music and atmosphere suggested a piece of Hawaii was here. (Damn Mom you really are the best fucking interior decorator in Colorado) The Lab's parents were lost in conversation with two of the guests. The house was flooded with furs. It was only 3 and the party had just started but already people had shown up.
Mort bumped into him and Justin smiled. The two headed out to the huge pool. Already students who were thankful to be out of school were playing chicken and trying to set up a net for volleyball. The two muscle furs hopped in and the Lab stifled at laugh at Mort's expression.
"The water's cold man. We put ice in here earlier, a whole shit ton. Makes sure this thing stays cool all day."
"F-fuck! You could have warned me," and the tiger playfully splashed some water at Justin who responded with a sly grin and a wink. Finally the two cheetahs secured the net and the teens formed two teams.
Mort thought Justin would stay on the same side as him but as soon the net went up the Lab went over to the other side. The game started and a bull served. One of the cheetah twins caught the ball with a hard strike just before it hit the water and as it sailed over the net Mort jumped and spiked it. Justin countered by knocking the ball up vertically and a lithe blue dragon hopped up and struck it over the net. The ball struck the water at the far end of the pool. Justin grinned at Mort (Point 1 for us) and the tiger tried not to blush. The game heated up as the furs splashed and dove, serving and sending the ball back and forth like pong on crack.
At 6 Justin's dad called for a timeout as he pulled food off the grill. Sweaty and hungry the furs reluctantly left the pool for grilled meats. Mort sat on a collapsible chair and inhaled a burger. Justin sat next to him and offered him a beer.
"Uh dude, I have to drive home." The tiger looked quizzically at the Lab. Justin just smiled back.
"You're staying here tonight." Mort accepted the drink but his heart started pounding as he thought of what they were going to do later and the Lab gave him another sly wink. The volleyball game continued until 10:00.
While the guests resumed eating burgers and hot dogs Justin's dad brought out the karaoke machine. The party didn't slow down till after midnight. Exhausted but full and jovial everyone gathered their scattered clothes and bags and purses. As the last car pulled out of the driveway Justin slipped an arm around Mort's waist, Mort's insides felt an electrical surge at the touch, both of them wore only their bathing suits.
"Let's go kitty. I've got a surprise for you." The Lab's parents locked up and retired for the evening, leaving the two horny furs alone. Justin pulled Mort up the stairs to his bedroom. Inside Justin pushed the tiger against the wall in a warm kiss. The canine's pink tongue ran across Mort's snout and down the orange throat. Mort purred slowly as Justin kissed and sucked at his neck.
(Play time kitty) Justin led Mort over to the bed and pushed the feline down. Pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket Justin clipped them over Mort's forepaws. The Lab pulled a bundle out of a drawer and unwound some chains. He tied the tiger's back paws to one end of the bed and the handcuffs to the other. The collar and muzzle went around Mort's neck and face. The leash was clipped securely and Justin grinned down at the fur beneath him. "I promised you a treat kitty." Justin pulled down his suit and his stiff doggie cock hung in the stillness. The bindings around Mort's snout made it hard for him to suck Justin and he mostly drooled and lapped as he could.
Justin pulled a tube of lubricant and a long dildo from the bundle. Mort's heart shivered, the sex toy was almost 4 inches longer than Justin and almost twice as thick. "I got it just for you babe." Justin squeezed out some gel onto a digit and pressed it up against Mort's tail hole. He rubbed in a circular counter clockwise motion as Mort purred with a thick cock jammed into his mouth. Justin pushed and worked a knuckle up Mort's hole, the gel gave the tiger a vague tingling sensation between his cheeks.
Justin slid one digit out and then worked two in. Mort grunted and purred through the muzzle as he tried to blow Justin but mostly managed gag as slobber and pre leaked out of the corner of his lips. Justin moaned and shoved his dick farther down Mort's throat and working in a third finger into the tiger's stretched hole. The Lab plucked the dildo from its spot on the sheets and pushed it against Mort's tail hole.
The tiger tried not to clamp down as the thick fake cock was inserted. The cool surface sent chills up his spine and Justin massaged the tiger's white belly. The lab pulled his dripping canine member out and with one good thrust, forced the dildo all the way in.
Mort yelped in pain and surprise, now it felt like he was being pulled apart at the waist. "Shh kitty. Doggie's gonna make it all better." Mort's abdominal and pectoral muscles clenched and his eyes teared up as the invading sex toy was thrust in and then roughly yanked out. Justin leaned down and ran his tongue across Mort's chest, the smell of arousal and animal musk clung to the air like a sweet heady perfume. Justin could taste sweat and lust on Mort's flesh as he bathed Mort's tender nipples, eliciting moaning purrs and squeals from the bound feline, and he twisted the dildo as in stuffed the feline's insides.
Justin abruptly stopped licking Mort's chest, the Lab felt like he was about to cum and there was only one place for it. Justin discarded the dildo and lifted Mort's hips, the hard doggie cock pushed its way in and Mort sighed with pleasure. Justin grunted and sweated as he thrust deep and fast. The tiger's bowels gripped and sucked at Justin's member as the tiger tightened his sphincter but the Lab kept pounding with no loss in intensity.
Mort's red tigerhood had gone from dripping a juicy slick of pre to leaking a clear coat of liquid that pooled on his stomach and slid down his abs. Justin curled in and licked a line of pre off Mort's stomach, causing the tiger to moan and twitch. Clear, salty pre coated the Lab's chin and nose and as he licked Mort's face the tiger ran his tongue across Justin's neck and savored the taste of his own juices.
Justin could feel the pressure of the orgasm, it spread from somewhere in his chest out through his limbs and into his throbbing cock. Mort's hot passage kneaded and milked his stiff organ and he gripped Mort's slippery cock and began pawing it.
"Oh... f-f-fuck! Justin, oh... Justin!" The massive kitty mewled and writhed as the muscular Lab dominated him and jerked his aching meat. With his free paw Justin traced the outlines of the muscles standing out on Mort's body. The heavy pecs that glistened with sweat, the tight abs the were matted with pre, the tense thighs that strained with every thrust of the canine's fierce erection, the cords in Mort's neck that bunched and bulged as he drew closer.
With a stifled screech Mort's cock blasted a heavy load of spunk everywhere. Thick creamy gobs splashed against Justin's chest and soaked his abs, with every paw stroke Mort shot another viscous white trail that splattered against his own face and coated his abdomen with thick ropes of cum. The tiger's orgasmic ass clenching sent Justin over the edge.
With a howl Justin's member gave up its warm treat. Mort felt steaming pools of canine cum flooding his guts and his loose hole burbled and seeped the white goo.
"Please... Justin... t-tie, -tie us... please..." Justin gripped Mort's hips and forced himself inward one more time. His swollen knot popped in and plugged Mort up soundly. The Lab collapsed onto his lover and the two lay there, covered in sweat, saliva, and semen. Their gasping and heavy breathing echoed softly in the room as the smell of tiger and dog mixed. Mort's vision dulled and the strong scent of cum flooded his nostrils. Justin lay his head down on Mort's chest "I love you.. Mort..." and fell asleep in a pool of spunk. The two connected furs passed out in the darkness. The night was cool and quiet, only the low sounds of the gentle breeze stirred the air.
Tobias lay back on the couch, he had slept for almost two days. Yesterday Mort had gone to a pool party at Justin's so no word from him all day. Hoping the tiger would call the wolf looked at the phone again expectantly.
"He won't call until you do son." Tobias almost jumped out of his skin. For someone who was muscle clad and almost 6'5" Diego was surprisingly stealthy.
"Call who?" Tobias's dad chuckled softly into his coffee.
"Mortecai? Tobias I've known you for almost 18 years. The way you look at that boy. I can tell you want to be with him. But he's probably as confused as you are. If you don't get off your butt and let him know, how will he figure out how you feel?" Tobias shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"How did you and Mom meet." he retorted. Diego gazed into his coffee mug and was silent.
"We met after college." Diego started laughing again. "let me tell you son, the things people did with their fur back then, coloring and styling. Good times, goooood times." Tobias got off the couch and stood up.
"Do you have any of your old yearbooks and photos?" His dad glanced questioningly at the storage closet.
"No clue son, but as long as you clean up your mess feel free to look through my old stuff." Tobias opened the closet and pulled out a cardboard box. Diego finished his coffee and picked up his briefcase. "Son, I have to give two presentations and then grade some papers. I'll be back tonight around 9. And" He gave Tobias a wink, "feel free to invite tiger boy over for lunch if you want." The older husky left leaving Tobias blushing a deep crimson beneath his fur.
Beneath a set of vintage jeans the young lupine found an old photo album. Surprisingly it was locked. In his dad bedroom nightstand was Diego's keys, because he took the bus to and from the college campus Diego never needed to drive. The first 3 keys were normal keys but the forth was small and brass.
The instrument clicked in the lock and the book opened. Tobias looked through the photos and gazed at the dates. There was a large black and white photo of Diego in his graduating high school class. The husky was barely perceptible in the back. Next were photos of Tobias's dad in various school colors and regalia. His face seemed so bright. There were color photos, grainy but colored. The wild days of the 80s, Tobias smiled and laughed to himself at the outlandish furstyles and clothing. One thing he noticed though was that his mom didn't appear in any of the photos. A lot of the pairing were Diego with a dragon. Tobias peered down at the dragon, his scales appeared to be a metallic bronze color in the poor lighting, he had never heard his dad talk about any college friends or any past aquaintances. Tobias flipped the page over to the last photo in the album and his blood froze and his heart skipped a beat. It was a color photograph of two males under a tree, cuddling and holding hands. One of them was his dad, the other was the mysterious bronze dragon. Diego's head was hearted in red ink and underneath it was some small but neat cursive script. (Happy Valentine's Day, Diego, I will always belong to you, My love for you is without wax. :Seth)
pushes a dog off his leg Down girl my limbs are going to sleep . Chapter 9 down and the plot has thickened yet again. Seth has a face but little else. Btw 9000 awesome points to those who caught the without wax quote. I "borrowed" it from one of Dan Brown's books. "According to one popular explanation, dishonest sculptors in Rome or Greece would cover flaws in their work with wax to deceive the viewer; therefore, a sculpture "without wax" would mean honesty in its perfection." Thanks to Wikipedia for that explanation. Chapter 10 is in production I'll get that out when I can. The next few chapters should be as long as this one (I REALLY HOPE SO)
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Chapter 9: The Time Machine by TheFurryAngel
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d fully saturated by her warm slickness.
"What's your color, Pam?" I heard Karen ask, laughingly.
"Oh my god, green," she panted.
"As if I couldn't tell, seeing that utter look of ecstasy cross your face."
I felt Mark quicken his pace slightly.
Pam did too, as she blurted, "Oh green. Yes I'm green!"
I quickened my pace as well, matching Mark's.
"Oh Jesus, green!"
We began ramping up speed and force of our thrusts a little at a time, and each time our changes in tempo were met with a verbal, 'Green.'"
Mark and I had come to the point where we were pumping at a decent rate. We weren't thrusting all the way into her pussy, but we were taking longer, faster strokes. Because of our quick rate, our cocks would periodically shift about within her, trading places as it were, on either side of her cunt hole. It usually happened when Mark was pushing in. I'd feel him start to come up on one side of my cock, before it would shift over quickly to the other side, and each time we snapped over to different sides of her pussy, Pam belted out, "Green!"
Before long, Mark and I were pumping in as deep and as fast as we could. Pam was nearing that wonderful pinnacle of bliss, and all was green all the time, as she moaned and shouted different phrases of green, "Jesus it's green! Oh, I'm green! Yes, I'm green! Fuck, I'm green! Fuck me, I'm green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green..." She continued shrieking 'Fuck me green,' all the way to climax.
When she found release, she fell forward hard into Mark, causing him to lie all the way back on his ottoman. Her rapid, forward slump away from me nearly snapped my dick off it her pussy. Somehow, I was able to get off my ottoman and lean over the two without pulling completely out of her. Now that I was above her and with full use of my legs, I proceeded to slam-fuck her as hard as I could, driving all the way in.
"Oh my god!" she screamed, as I continued to pound into her.
"Are you green, baby?" I asked, laughingly.
"Yes!" she screamed again.
"Still green?"
"Yes!"
"How about now?"
"Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!"
I felt another thick, warm substance envelop my cock, other than Pam's continuous ejaculate, and knew Mark found his release, as well.
When Pam's body went limp and her arms dropped from Mark's chest, hanging lifeless off the ottoman, I finally pulled out of her.
I stood there a bit, watching her suck in air like a turbine. A thick and milky mixture of cum and arousal oozed from her pussy and from around Mark's cock, which was still lodged inside of her. The same mixture coated and dripped from my still hard cock.
When I thought she rested enough, I put my dripping cock close to her mouth, spanked her firmly for attention, and commanded, "Clean us."
Clean us she did.
Sexual excitement and temperatures were running high in the spectators after watching Pam's fantasy realized. As such, Karen allowed another ten-minute break in the game to give everyone the chance to satisfy his or her bubbling urges.
As the loud moans and heavy panting of the guests began to die down, Karen said, "Darcy, honey, take your turn in the middle of the circle,"
Darcy, being such a petite woman, looked every bit the little girl as she sat on the floor surrounded by the rest of us. If not for her ample breasts, most people would guess she were no more than a young teenager. What added to her allure of youth was her cute habit of cocking her head to the side in a child-like, inquisitive manner whenever asked a question, or when musing about a particular subject. She sat like that, now, cross-legged, her cute little head cocked to the side, as she thought about her one, deep fantasy.
Looking at her hands as she curled and knotted her fingers together in a nervous manner, she spoke, "I doubt if my fantasy will even come close to everyone else's. I feel kind of silly thinking..." She didn't finish her thought, but continued to stare at her knotting fingers as she blushed.
Karen said, soothingly, "Whatever you might think about yourself, Darcy, your fantasies have meaning to Sir and I. Never think they're too small or not intriguing enough. You're a dear friend and we love you. Anything you find meaningful is important to us."
Darcy smiled at Karen's comforting words, "Well, like Candice, this happened to me when I was very young. My dad..."
Darcy barely got the words out, before Gabby rudely blurted, "Oh God, not another daddy fetish!"
Piqued to anger at being interrupted when she was baring her soul, Darcy yelled, "Goddamn it Gabby, that's not it at all. Just let me fucking finish, before you fucking go off half-cocked!"
It was a bit comical hearing such rough language coming from someone with her petite stature and soft-spoken demeanor. After a moment's pause, Darcy continued, "Now, as I was going to say, my dad had this collection of porn videos. He had them squirreled away deep in his closet. Anyway, Dian and I found them one time when we were rummaging through his closet looking for what he got us for Christmas. He and mom used to always hide our presents there, and Dian and I would always peek before mom wrapped them."
"What did you think when you found them?" Karen asked.
"I really didn't know what to make of them at first. I mean, I knew they were movie videos, but they had pictures of naked women all over the covers. So they didn't look like the typical family movies we'd rent from the video store. They didn't show any naked guys or sex stuff on the covers, just naked women in sexy poses."
"Were they actually X-rated videos?"
Darcy blushed and became wide-eyed before answering, "Oh yeah, they were defiantly hard-core porn, as I found out a couple of weeks later."
Everyone laughed at Darcy's embarrassed reply.
"So, it's two weeks later, and it was my first, unsupervised slumber party. I had invited three of my girlfriends for a sleepover. Mom and dad thought I was old enough to be alone and take care of Dian. They were visiting friends for dinner, and wouldn't be home until late. Dian, who's a couple of years younger than me, went to bed early. So, the four of us are sprawled out in my room. We're in our PJs and wrapped up in sleeping bags, eating popcorn, talking and laughing. You know, the usual slumber party thing. Anyway, we got on the subject of Christmas presents, and I tell them about these movies I found with the naked ladies when I was looking for my presents. After I tell them this, my girlfriends ask me to go get one to show them. Now, my dad had about five or six of these movies, and I didn't know one from the other, so I just grabbed one at random. Mom and dad had a TV with a VCR in their bedroom, so we all sat on their bed and watched...and we watch...oh my, did we watch."
Karen asked, "How old were you, Darcy?"
"I don't know, probably thirteen or fourteen. I know I was out of puberty, because I was beginning to get interested in boys."
"After watching it did you...you know...experiment...play with each other?"
"Oh no, at least not together. I think we were all in shock, at first. I don't even think we watched the whole thing. Me, or maybe Cath, turned it off before the end, after this one, really weird scene. Anyway, after we talked and giggled a bit about it, I just went to sleep. I can't say what the others might have done in their sleeping bags when the lights were out. Maybe they were touching themselves, but I don't really know. All that aside, just because I didn't *do* anything right then, doesn't mean watching the porno didn't affect me."
"How so?"
"Ever since I watched that movie there's been this scene I can't get out of my head. At first it was something that captivated and repulsed me, all at the same time, but over the years, whenever I think about it, I totally saturate my panties."
Everyone hooted and howled at that.
"Carl and I even rented it when we were first married. I hadn't watched it since the slumber party, but the scene was exactly as I remembered it, pussy drenching. Carl didn't think the movie was all that great. He said it was kind of boring as far as pornos go."
Surprised by this revelation, Carl asked, "What movie was this?"
Looking at her husband, Darcy says with a hint of frustration, "You know, 'Behind the Green Door,' silly. Don't you remember the blowjob I gave you right after the movie?" Turning back to the rest of us, she explains, "I was so hot after that movie, all I could think of doing was sucking Carl's dick. I must have spent a good half hour just slow blowing and jerking him, really taking my time and doing it right. He swelled up bigger than I've ever seen, and it's all red and purple, and throbbing in my hand and mouth. I kept teasing him until he's arching his back way up in the air, way off the bed. Before I know it, he shoots a load straight up into the air, hitting the overhead light. I hear a loud, sharp sizzle right before the bulb bursts. Like when you touch a cold, wet towel to a hot bulb, it goes 'pop!' So now we have light bulb shards and hot filaments raining down on us and onto the bed, but we don't care as Carl's cum is flying everywhere and I'm pumping his cock like a bitch in heat."
There was more whooping, howling, and laughing as Darcy mimicked jerking a cock off feverishly with one hand while she's covering her eyes with her other, in a mock display of shielding them from pretend falling glass and flying cum.
Carl has a big smile on his face, as he says, "Geez, why didn't you tell me? If I'd known watching the movie did that to you, I would have bought you a Collector's Edition *and* a Director's Cut of the movie, if they have any."
Probably everyone had heard of the 'classic' porn film, although few of us, besides Darcy and Carl, had seen it—excluding our family porn expert, of course. Jackie asked, trying to be heard above the din of laughter, "Which scene Darcy, the Sapphic one, or the phallic one with the trapeze?"
Darcy blushed again before answering, "It's the all-girl scene near the beginning of the movie."
Jackie could barely contain her excitement, as she asked Karen, "Is it alright I take the lead on this, Queen Mistress?
Not knowing the particulars of the scene in question, Karen was only too happy to oblige Jackie's request; and thankful as well that we didn't have to rig up a trapeze contraption if it had been the other fantasy.
Jackie took a small cushion from the couch, and put it on the floor. She made Darcy lay on her back with her head on the cushion. Then she used one of my ties as a blindfold for Darcy. Jackie kneeled on the floor, right behind Darcy's head, softly rubbing her cheeks and smoothing her hair in a soothing manner, settling Darcy's piqued arousal. She whispered into Darcy's ear, but no one could hear what was said. Darcy blushed, smiled and sighed in response.
Still looking down at Darcy and running a gentle hand across her cheeks, Jackie said aloud, "Sorry guys, but this little fantasy is for ladies only, although I'm sure you're going to have just as much fun watching. Ladies, if you please, come into the circle...yes, all of you."
All the women except Karen knelt in a loose semi-circle surrounding Jackie and Darcy.
"All of you gather closer around Darcy, and pick an area of her body. There's probably not enough room for all of you at the same time, so some of will have to wait. Cecilia, dear, be the first to attend to her hoochie coo." Cecilia purred a yes.
Cecilia lay on her stomach, with her head between Darcy's legs. The other women, Candice, Lisa and Holly knelt along Darcy's right side, while Pam, Sara, and Raven were along her left. Gabby and Denise stayed back for the time being, although Denise sat alongside Cecilia, probably so she could be next between Darcy's legs if Cecilia needed a break.
"Nothing but slow, soft, wet kisses and tongues on your chosen areas to start ladies," Jackie said, "Our job is to make this last as long as possible."
The women started really slow, only running gentle, teasing fingers along the various parts of Darcy's body, and all of them carefully avoiding her erogenous zones at the start. Even Cecilia in the prize position started with the lightest kisses all around Darcy's groin, while avoiding her vulva.
Jackie took a more direct approach. Lying on her side, she half curled her body around Darcy's head. Propped up on an elbow, she leaned over Darcy. Her long, brunette hair was pulled to one side, and draped over the two like a curtain, covering a part of Darcy's face. The two kissed in a way that only two women can, using long, but soft, brushes and light touches of their lips. Every so often, they performed a softer embrace with their tongues, but never forcing them further into their mouths.
After a while of the soft kisses, they began to press their lips more firmly together, concealing their playful tongues within their mouths. The end of each long kiss was punctuated by a sweet, wet 'click' or a louder 'smack,' the sound created as they broke the suction from behind their lips for brief moments. Occasionally, Jackie would offer her throat to Darcy, who kissed it in the same manner as she had kissed Jackie's lips. Jackie would do the same to her, and continue kissing up Darcy's throat, then across her chin to resume the soft kissing of their lips.
Their sweet, languid kisses were the most sensuous thing I had witnessed that night, or any other, and its effect on Darcy was obvious. She sighed loudly or breathed deeply through parted lips during each, brief respite, waiting patiently for Jackie's returning embrace. Her arms were lying dormant at her sides, trapped as they were by the other women surrounding her, still her hands and fingers fidgeted wildly in the fibers or the carpet. It was the only visible sign that her arousal was ever so slowly creeping higher.
Following Jackie's soft, slow lead, the other women also took a slow track using soft kisses and gentle licks to various areas around Darcy's body. With Candice and Lisa on one side, and Pam and Sara on the other, both pairs concentrated most of their time to each of Darcy's breasts. Candice and Lisa specifically took a very Sapphic road, as each woman kissed and licked low on either side of a breast, then moved toward each other across Darcy's breast, slowly kissing and licking the whole way until they reached its crest. Once there, they continually brushed and flicked a quick tongue or lips all around the areola, or batted the hardened nipple between them. Darcy's areolas dimpled, becoming as stiff, hardened disks that noticeably stood out against the softer, surrounding mound of flesh. They repeated the whole Sapphic glide across her breast many times.
On the other side, Pam and Sara took turns drawing the nipple and areola fully inside their mouth, applying very little suction, but pressing down and licking hard with their tongue. Each time Darcy's breast was passed between them, I could see their saliva glistening against the dark rose color of Darcy's hardened nipple and areola. The saliva was used each time, licked and smeared all around the top of the breast before it was drawn back into a hungry mouth. Pam added her own special tease to Darcy when it was her turn. Every so often, she would suck on the breast hard, then quickly pull away, producing a loud popping sound as she did. She did this several times in a row before going back to more languid sucking and licking. At each 'pop,' Darcy's fingers would dig deeper into the carpet, as if the hardworking of her fingers aided in drawing out more of the sharp tingling in her breast caused by Pam's sharp popping.
It wasn't long before Sara, Candice and Lisa incorporated Pam's technique as well. Soon, the hard suck followed by the loud 'popping' became almost continuous, as did the twitching and fidgeting of Darcy's hands in the carpet.
Holly and Raven concentrated on the only major erogenous zone afforded them, as each kissed and licked Darcy, low on her abdomen, and journeyed chaotically with lips and tongues all about, from navel to mons, and along Darcy's thighs. Every so often, though, they would pause to kiss each other sweetly, then continue their circumnavigation all around Darcy's lower torso.
Most of the men's attentions were on Cecilia, who, by now, was softly kissing and biting Darcy's vulva with her lips. At first, she never parted the outer labia to attend to the more sensitive areas inside. She just used firm lips to nip at the thicker, outer flesh. A part of Darcy's inner fold was peeking out from between the outers, and on occasion, Cecilia would clamp it between firm lips and gently pull on it, or lick it in place. Other times, she would press her lips hard at a spot just above where Darcy's clitoris would be and jiggle her head, before returning to points around Darcy's outer vulva. Cecilia continued this way for quite a while, until Darcy's sparse bush was damp with her saliva, and her legs shifted about because of Cecilia's subtle teasing.
Parting the outer labia, Cecilia then applied a slow circling tongue to Darcy's hole. From there, she would shift higher, a slow traverse upward with her still circling tongue between the inner labia, inching her way to Darcy's clit. Once at the top, she would spend only a few moments circling Darcy's hardened pebble before repeating her slow traverse back down, through the groove, and ending at her cunt hole once more. Cecilia never tarried too long at either hole or clit, staying in constant motion with her slow traverse, up and down. It wasn't long before Darcy felt the urge to bring her knees up. Now, with her feet flat on the floor, she incessantly curled and dug her toes into the carpet, mimicking the fingers of her hands.
Denise wasn't going to wait for an opening. Instead, she concentrated her efforts on the only object of love and lust available to her. Positioning herself on her knees and between Cecilia's prostrate legs, she began to kiss the small of Cecilia's back in like manner as the others were doing to Darcy. She slowly made her way south, kissing and licking Cecilia's tight buttocks, and occasionally taking soft bites with her teeth to her firm flesh. Denise never parted Cecilia's cheeks, not at first, anyway, but she did run a soft tongue along the cleft before returning to Cecilia's well-rounded globes with her wet kisses.
Poor Gabby, being on the outside as she was, she looked like the proverbial runt of the litter, edged out by her stronger siblings who greedily suckled at their mother's teats.
It was obvious by now that none of the other women were going to relinquish their spots. They were too engrossed and aroused by what they were doing to Darcy to quit now. Moreover, each of them, I'm sure, could feel Darcy's slow rise to climax. All of us could, really, as her fingers and toes were in constant motion, and her legs shifted about in sensual, sexual agony. As such, all of them stayed put, desiring to be front and center for Darcy's release.
Gabby had to improvise then, and became a floater in the group, shifting from one spot to the next, kissing and licking, as an area on Darcy's body became available. If nothing opened for her, she would tease the other ladies who were kissing, sucking and licking, by running a finger between their labia, or cupping and massaging their vulvas with a flat, firm hand, and doing so for two women at a time.
By now, Jackie was up and kneeling right behind Darcy's head, but this time, between her soft kisses, she would shift forward so that her firm, full breasts hung down into Darcy's face. There, Jackie would shift to and fro, rubbing them softly across Darcy's lips and nose, or she would put Darcy's head fully between them as she moved back and forth, cause her huge tits to slide along Darcy's cheeks.
Taking hold of one of her breasts, Jackie held it firmly above Darcy's mouth, and ran the hardened nipple along Darcy's lips. Darcy pulled it into her mouth and sucked on Jackie's breast forcefully. Shifting over a bit, Jackie offered her other breast to suck. To and fro, Jackie shifted until she just let them hang into Darcy's face, allowing her to suck and tongue each to her heart's content.
Arousal was beginning to boil from all the women. You could almost smell it in the air, steeped as it was between their legs, their scent drifted out and up like a fine mist, filling the room. It took the men watching considerable effort not to plow their cocks between the inviting legs and soft rumps of the prostrate women, but that would have spoiled the fantasy. Instead, they relegated themselves to masturbating.
Karen's arousal was also piqued in the extreme, saturating her groin and the lounger beneath. She asked me to do something about it, but I told her it would be rude of me since all the other men had to go stag. She whined and pleaded again, but I still said no, and so, as with the men, she too had to resort to masturbating. She came in seconds of her first touch.
The four women who were concentrating on Darcy's breasts had brought their hands into the fray. They massaged and gripped her tits hard, and sucked on them even harder. Between hard sucks and licks, they tweaked and pinched her breasts with fingers, while softly biting at her nipples with their teeth.
At times, Darcy's was wriggling along the floor like a snake at their treatment, and at other times, she arched her back, up and down, or did both maneuvers at once. She was close. So very close, and all the women knew it, and doubled their efforts at sucking licking, pinching and kissing at their chosen areas. Goose flesh erupted chaotically across Darcy's body, dimpling here and there at a touch, or a kiss, or even from the heavy breathing of those who attended to her, as warm breath brushed across her hot skin. Her body was in constant motion now, and would stay moving until the end.
Looking back at Cecilia, I saw the reason behind the wriggling and the arching. Cecilia, with Denise's help, had Darcy's legs spread open to the max. If Darcy were upright on the floor, she would be sitting in full splits.
*Good thing she practices yoga.*
With Darcy's legs spread wide, Cecilia and Denise each rested their heads on an inner thigh. Darcy's clit, swollen and hard, and extended well away from her body by her rigid labia, proved to be an easy target for their playful tongues. They stared into each other's eyes as they lustfully batted their tongues against that easy target, and each time their tongue fully struck the mark, Darcy gasped and moaned loudly while her body flexed up and down at an even faster rate.
Jackie was running her tongue in and around Darcy's opened mouth now, occasionally clamping down on it with a hard kiss, depriving Darcy of needed oxygen for long moments of time. Sometimes she would even pinch her nose closed, intensifying the process of autoerotic asphyxiation. Each time Jackie released her, Darcy gasped mightily and her chest heaved powerfully, lifting the heads of the ladies as they continued to suck on her breasts.
Finally, when it looked like Darcy would pass out, Jackie let her go and let her breathe without restriction. That's when the wailing, shrieking, and gasping began, all interspersed with loud unintelligible gibberish, because that's when the ladies at the other end really performed their magic.
Wrapping an arm around Darcy's thigh, Denise slipped her hand down and over the top of her pussy. Then she massaged Darcy's clit using a rapid back in forth motion with the flats of all four fingers. At the same time, Cecilia slid two fingers into her pussy, rubbing them firmly against Darcy's upper inner wall.
With her back fully arched off the floor, Darcy screamed, "Oh my god," which comically sounded like, "Mm...od!"
Spasms wracked her body as she climaxed, then threw her about like a rag doll as her climax continued. Jackie held her head to the pillow, as her whole upper body would flail about causing her head to slam into the floor. Darcy's arms sprang out stiff to her sides, clipping a couple of women in the head along the way, her fingers grasping the air as they had done the carpet.
All the women except for Jackie, Cecilia and Denise, backed away. With the three of them holding down an end, Darcy's back and arms continually slammed into the floor as wave after pussy drenching wave crashed into her. How many waves and how long it went on, I couldn't guess, but Denise and Cecilia continued to finger her groin until their hands and arms were dripping with Darcy's fluids.
Eventually, Darcy lay panting, flat on her back. All the women laughed and giggled in amazement at what they had caused and seen. Cecilia and Denise kissed each other over Darcy's sopping groin for a job well done. Then rolling over on her back, Cecilia looked up at the men, and said, "Don't just stand there, one of you boys better come fuck me hard before I burst."
*Dinner is served. Come and get it boys, and come!*
It was a free-for-all fuck and suck fest, as all the men descended into the circle, alternating between fucking two, three, sometimes four of the women at once. Stacking their bottoms, one on top of the other, so they could push their cocks into four, six, or whatever number of available holes, with ease. Everyone, that is, except Carl, who laid alongside his still blindfolded and breathless wife, telling her how much he loved her, over and over, as he sweetly kissed her face and hair.
It took things longer than usual to settle down. Some were still in the throes of raucous sexual activity when Karen summoned the next volunteer into the circle. " Only two more newbies left. Gabby, let's have you tell us your fantasy, first."
Gabby stood defiantly in the middle of the circle with her hands on her hips. "Compared to what I've seen, mine should be pretty easy," she started to say, as she dropped to her knees, "I want all you men to gather round and one-byne or all at the same time, I'm going to service each and every one of you until you blow your cum all across my face. Come on studs. Show me what you're made of."
Just as all the men began to congregate around Gabby's kneeling form, cocks at the ready, we heard the sweet, alto voice of Sara resonating with resigned disappointment, "Son of a bitch that was my fantasy."
Stopping the men in mid-thrust into Gabby's hungry mouth, Karen said, "Hold on guys." Then, musing rhetorically as she looked over at Sara, "Well, who could have predicted that?"
"I could have," Jackie blurted, "If you'd open this thing up to those other than newbies, you'd find out it was mine as well."
"Now, now, Jackie," Karen said, laughingly, "I know this is just one of many fantasies that pass through your mind on a minute by minute basis, one as pussy dripping as the next. Let's concentrate on the newcomers, for now. How about it Gabby, care for a little company?"
Gabby answered loud, and with a bright laugh, "Hell no, I don't mind! Come on Sara darlin,' let's show these peckerwoods what we ladies can do!"
Sara knelt alongside Gabby, as the men surrounded them in a semi-circle.
Gabby took a moment to size up the task before her, and then said, "What a minute, where's Will?" Seeing me with Karen and Denise on the lounger, she called over to me, "Come on, I want that big dick of yours in my face, as well!"
"I thought as host, I should just let my guests have the fun. Besides, I'm saving myself for marriage," I joked.
Gabby whined, "My fantasy is having a bunch of cocks, big and small, spewing jizz across my face. Yours most of all!"
"Yeah, mine too, Will" Sara interjected.
"I think you should be a good host and give your guests what they want," Gabby finished.
"All right, if I have to, but only because I'm such a good host," I said with fake reluctance.
Hearing my compliance, Gabby and Sara started on the men even before I made my way over to them.
Now that Jack was an active part of the group fantasy, the camera work was being done by Pam. She was shooting the spectacle mostly from the sides, but also getting some nice 'artsy' shots from above looking down, as she stood, at times, behind Gabby and Sara.
What I saw, as I sauntered close to the group, could only be described as a feeding frenzy for both parties—for the men, as much as for the women.
To start, Gabby and Sara had three men apiece, and latched onto the first cock in front of them, sucking frenetically, while stroking the two cocks on either side with their hands. They wouldn't tarry on any one cock for too long with their mouths, quickly shifting their attention to the two cocks they held for short bursts, before returning to the one they started with. Their movements were always rapid, pulling men in about halfway, then bobbing back and forth for a brief interval, before shifting to the next man. Given their feverish pace, their saliva was freely flowing, dripping and flying, thin coats were plastered onto all standing in front of the women. For their part, the men would match the women's head bobs and stroking hands by thrusting themselves into a waiting mouth, adding to the frenzied, chaotic nature of the group blowjob.
I played 'floater' for the most part, pushing myself in when a space became available, and if my offered member wasn't stroked or sucked on immediately, I would thrust it along their faces, instead. It was such an erotically lewd scene, seeing Gabby or Sara sucking on one cock, stroking the other two close by their face so that they could shift to them quickly and fluidly without losing their rhythm or tempo, all while my own, massive tool, slid beneath their nose, or under their chin, or along their sweaty cheeks. When they felt me prodding them, both would take a quick swipe at my member with a hot tongue as I past.
Mostly, all that could be heard was a loud crescendo of moans, groans, and grunts from the men, and loud, wet sloshing and panting from the women as they sucked. Occasionally, Gabby would intone a lusty, ribald chant. Telling each of the men in turn, how hot they made her, how good they tasted, and how wonderful their stiff cocks felt sliding in her mouth or through her hands.
As the sucking orgy intensified, the men answered Gabby's slutty talk with harsh, vulgar talk of their own, calling her, and then Sara, a cock slut, and ordering them to suck on their cocks like good bitches and suck them down to their balls, all while pushing deeper into their mouths.
Things really intensified when I ordered the two women to play with themselves as they serviced the men. Immediately, they dropped their hands down, putting one hand between their legs and the other between the legs of her partner. They played with the other's pussy, as well as with their own, with the same frenzied activity they used sucking on any offered cock.
Now, with only a mouth and no hands being shared between them, the men became even more frenzied, roughly jockeying each other for the coveted hole. How rough their treatment of Gabby and Sara became could only be seen to be believed.
Each man had a good hold of a lock of either Gabby or Sara's hair, as they played a lustful version of tugf-war. As one man momentarily gained control, he would throw either woman onto his cock. Once she clamped her lips around his shaft and started sucking, he would pull and push her head rudely and quickly along his shaft by their hair, while thrusting his cock wildly within their mouths. He would continue his rough and humiliating treatment until another man wrested control from him. Pulling the woman off his neighbor's cock, he would slam her down on his own, and continue to use her face and mouth with no more respect one would show a blow-up doll. The women had become nothing more than a great, living masturbatory device, to be used for the expressed pleasure of the men, alone.
Back and forth, the women were pulled between the men by their hair, their heads swiveling chaotically about, like a rag dolls, as they were repeatedly yanked and thrown hither and yon. Amazingly, Gabby and Sara didn't seem to mind, as their mouths were always at the ready to accept the next cock without complaint or hesitation. In fact, their faces and upper torsos were visibly flushed scarlet from their over-aroused states, as they continually taunted the men with ever increasing, lustful talk between mouthfuls of thrusting cock.
Rashid was the first to come, and who could blame him. I think Sara was giving him a bit more 'loving attention' when she could, compared to the others.
At the moment of his rapture, Rashid pulled out of Sara's mouth, and while still holding a lock of her hair as he stroked himself, barked, "Here it comes, my slutty wench! Catch me if you can!"
Sara smiled up at him before closing her eyes and opening her mouth. She took him full in the face, three forceful jets landing across her opened mouth, with each end of the strands attached between her nose and chin. The thick strands looked like loose cords ready to sew her mouth shut if tightened. At which point, she gathered the loose remnants with her tongue, drawing them into her. Rashid pushed his cock into her mouth, chasing her tongue, and letting Sara suck the remains out of him.
Rashid's climax acted almost as a signal, as the other men quickly followed with their own orgasm.
Once the others dropped out, I took my place in front of Sara. Mark and I were the only ones left, as he was being attended to by Gabby. Now that the other men had removed themselves, both Gabby and Sara dialed down on their frenzied natures, and took a more thoughtful approach to our members.
I watched Sara the whole time she sucked on me. Tilting her cum-covered face a little bit upward to look more directly at me, she returned my gaze with wide eyes, full of lust and love. As she sucked and stroked my cock using a nice, slow pace, I wrapped her long hair around my wrist, and every so often, I gently pulled her a little closer to me. I felt her arousal climb each time I did this, and she answered my slight tugs by stroking me a little faster, though keeping her sucking mouth, slow and sweet.
When I heard Mark groan in climax, emptying himself into Gabby's mouth, I allowed my own release.
I told her to drop her hands, but to keep sucking me sweetly. I warned her I was coming, but told her she wasn't to remove my cock from her mouth under any circumstance.
She was such a trooper, as she continued her slow, sweet head bob all the way through my climax. I filled her mouth quickly, and although she tried to swallow as much of my cum as she could, it was too much for her. Parting her lips slightly, she allowed most of my ejaculate to flow out of her mouth. As it did, it emerged almost in sheets as it quickly ran off her chin and fell onto her breasts and thighs below.
"It's another gusher," I heard Jack exclaim, as cell phone camera flashes went off all around the room.
As I felt my climax begin to ebb, I pulled out of her. A long stand still hung off my cock. Sara quickly snatched it with her tongue, while getting another weak jet of come shot across her lips for her trouble.
More cell phone flashes went off as she pulled me back inside, sucking and swallowing the rest of my ejaculation out of me.
Finished with their joint fantasy, and with their faces covered with semen, Gabby and Sara turned toward each other, locked their lips in a passionate embrace, and rubbed themselves into a satisfying climax. They ended their climax by cleaning what remained of the men from their faces, taking great, kissing sucks and long wipes with their tongue at each other.
I heard Karen, "Well, I think that does it for the newcomers. Time for another..."
"Not yet," I interrupted, "There's still someone's fantasy I wish to hear."
Technically, none of us heard Raven's own fantasy, although she was included in Holly's. Karen thought that was my intent, when she started to say, "I'm sure Raven is happy with the way things turned out, and doesn't mind..."
"Not Raven," I interrupted her again. This time I took her by the hand, and led her into the middle of the circle. Gently pushing her to her knees, I said, "I wish to hear your fantasy, my mistress Queen, as, I'm sure, the others do as well."
I left her in the circle and sat back down in the lounger as the other guests cheered and egged Karen on.
Karen blushed at all the adulation. She then said, "I don't know. I'm a lot like Pam, I guess. Will and...I mean, Master and I have done so much in such a short time, I don't have too many unfulfilled fantasies left."
"There must be something," I responded, "Even Pam said she had a few 'cunt-throbbing' fantasies left unfulfilled. It doesn't have to be one of your own, either, but maybe one we've seen already. How about a double in your pussy, like Pam's, or your favorite doubling, what we did to the other ladies before, but with the gentlemen of your choice? You seemed to be eyeing Gabby and Sara's fantasy with lustful attention, I'm sure the men wouldn't mind a second or fourth go, and, of course, Darcy's fantasy seemed to get your juices flowing to overflowing. Or we could blindfold you, and have everyone do you at once."
All the guests were hooting and hollering at that last suggestion, but Karen shook her head at all my offers.
I looked at the woman I loved with sympathetic eyes. She knew my intentions. There was no longer any need for guessing between us. She stared back at me, her eyes, so full of love and hope, began to moisten. Silently, she was asking me what I most desired, as well. For the benefit of the others, I spoke my intensions and desires aloud, "What I want most is to make you happy. Tell me how."
Like most of the others before her, Karen answered me with slightly embarrassed hesitation. "I'm sure I'll disappoint most of our guests, but it's what will make me happiest. Remember how we were when all this started happening to us? Remember what we used to do together in our mornings and evenings? It was so sweet and wonderful, just the two of us as we raged for each other...remember? I want us to be like that again."
Everyone was confused by Karen's cryptic statement, except me, of course, and maybe Denise, who had shared in our recent life the most. She was asking me for one of her 'twofers.'
There were a few murmurs from the guests for Karen to explain herself, but Karen ignored them as I lay alongside of her on the floor. Karen asked Denise for a bottle of lube, and laying it on the floor for the time being, mounted me in the 'reverse cowgirl' position.
This was different from what she usually did at the start of her 'twofer,' far more sensuous and erotic for me and those watching that she mounted me backwards.
Slipping me into her pussy for the first part of her 'twofer,' she leaned well forward, taking a hold of my knees for support while pushing her legs well out to her sides, as if performing splits. I was surprised her groin muscles were as limber as Darcy's, and guessed sh
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e had practiced stretching her legs during the weeks I was training her.
I ran a soothing hand across her tight buttocks and down an outstretched leg, and teased, "I guess you were busy doing things other than cleaning the house when I was at work."
"Doing it for you, my love, and for this moment," she said, in a silky, smoky tenor that dripped lust and sexual bravado. I almost came just hearing her sultry voice. After so many years of marriage, she still had that effect on me.
Using her knees and hands as leverage, Karen started with a nice, easy rolling of her hips.
It was a lovely sight for me; because she was leaning well forward, I got a wonderfully erotic view of her groin. I watched, almost in a trance, as my cock, encased by a glistening sheen of her slick, copious arousal and wrapped tightly around by her extended inner labia, slid lewdly, in and out of her sweetness as a continuous glide.
Jack thought the scene incredibly erotic as well. He had come up close behind my head, and was capturing the visual on his camera. I gave him more of a show, and spread Karen's buttocks, and revealing everything of her sensual splendor, pussy and ass, for his camera's perusal.
Karen, feeling me holding her open, said as she panted heavily, "Work some lube up in there, baby. I'm getting close."
I put a good amount of lube on two fingers to start, and slipped them easily into her asshole. I kept them in place for a while, letting Karen's own rolling motion work them in and out of her ass, just as it worked my cock in and out of her pussy.
Jack groaned loudly at the sight of my cock and fingers sliding smoothly into their respective holes, continually driven by the sultry manipulations of Karen's rolling hips.
His groan brought those on the other side of the room to look for themselves. Soon, there was a large crowd of onlookers gathered behind us, with many of them initiating their own brand of wet sex as they continued watching our show. I thought it funny how a simple, mundane act, like a husband and wife fucking, could inspire such lust in others at this time, when so many more lustful things had occurred for their perusal that night, but maybe Karen was influencing them with her mind, as well.
Putting more lube on my fingers and around her anus, I slid a third finger into her ass.
Karen moaned sweetly, and said, "That's it baby. It feels so...so good. God, I can't get enough of your cock." She ended her sentence by voicing, 'cock,' as a high-pitched, gleeful squeal.
Until now, I had almost forgotten that phrase. She always panted those sweet words declaring insatiable desire for me, and for my member, in those early days of the elixir. Even her calling me 'baby,' instead of 'Master,' was a sign that she was, at least temporarily, transporting herself back to those sweet and wonderful times she longed for, when we 'raged for each other.'
Her arousal began to drip and run down my cock. She was so very close. I added a little pelvic push of my own, as she quickened the pace of her rolling hips.
I wasn't going to taint this sweet moment of hers, by holding her back or augment the bliss with my thoughts. She would come, naturally and on her own, just as she used to. It's what she would want. All I did was add another slickened finger to the three already inside of her. That was enough.
At the moment of her first climax, I heard her catch her breath as she held her ass high. The sudden shift of her pelvis upwards, pushed my fingers fully in her ass. She froze in that state for a long moment, as I gently rubbed her insides. Then ejaculate gushed out, bathing my groin and lower abdomen.
Karen blurted, "God, I love you and your cock!" Then she commenced to throwing her pelvis up and down, literally slamming herself hard into me. Loud slapping sounds were created as her ass continually hit the pooling ejaculate on my pubis and stomach. She climaxed a second time, and then a third. The slapping sounds became louder and sloshier, like a wet sponge being thrown against a wet counter, as more of her ejaculate continued to pool on my body.
The cheers, hoots and clapping of the spectators drowned out both the slapping sounds and Karen's shrieks through her fourth and fifth orgasm. The revelry of the guests continued, and by the end of her sixth, Karen finally sat upright on my legs as the last of her climax ebbed away.
I gave her ass a little spank to get her moving, and said, "Okay sweethness, time for the second part."
I heard Jack say, "Wait, there's more?"
Karen answered, laughingly, "That was only round one Jack, time for the real fun."
Karen turned around so that she would face me through the second half of her 'twofer.'
Locking her eyes to mine, she smiled and said, "There's my lovin' man. How've you been my lovin' man?"
"More than fine, my mistress Queen."
"I'll say," she giggled. Sitting full on my thighs, she lovingly stroked my cock as she addressed the spectators, "This is what Will and I call a 'twofer.' It was our usual morning and evening routine before I did something naughty, making Master angry with me."
"What naughty thing did you do?" Sara and Rashid asked, almost simultaneously.
"I won't say, but you can bet I'll never do it again," she said, earnestly. Then bending forward, she kissed me long and hard, breathing, "Never," over and over throughout our kiss.
Sitting back up, and as an added bit of showmanship, Karen slipped back into Queen Mistress mode for a moment. Looking at the closest female to us, she said in a commanding voice, "Grease up Master's cock, cock slave."
It was Denise, who smiled delightfully at the command. Before applying the lube, however, she took a deliciously long time sucking and licking Karen's arousal from my cock, while asking, "May I be next for a 'twofer,' Master?" Her request, calling me 'Master,' and her rank display of cleaning me, was done, I suspect, more to irritate Jack than as an actual request.
Denise got her desired effect, as Jack groaned with jealousy, and turned away from us when he heard her question. Denise twisted the knife into him one last time. As she finished applying the lube, she said, "You should have greased Master's cock. You were closer, you pansy."
Karen and some of the other women giggled.
Judging by the scarlet color of his face, Jack was livid, but he held his tongue. God only knows what we'll do later, for retribution.
*More worry, that's something I'll have to head off down the road.*
Karen had Denise hold my cock steady, as she squatted above me and slowly lowered herself. Denise then let go and sat back to watch when my cockhead was pushed fully through Karen's anus.
Even though Karen was well versed in anal sex and appropriately loosened by my fingers, it took her a while to slide me in, pausing for long stretches to adjust to my size. Eventually, however, she was able to sit down fully on my thighs. She paused for a moment, playfully wiggling her ass, before sitting back up on her knees to begin the same rolling action with her hips as before. It was such a wonderfully slow and easy glide, and she was so incredibly tight that I just closed my eyes to fully enjoy the swelling ecstasy.
Then, with my eyes still closed, I noticed something odd had just happened.
One second, I could hear a din in the living room; the low, chaotic noise of the other guests having sex while watching Karen and me. Then, in the next second, there was total silence. The contrast in sound, noise into silence from one second to the next, was so stark it made me snap my eyes open, and what I saw startled me beyond words.
The guests were gone. The room was gone. Only Karen and I remained, still fucking, but fucking on a broad, almost featureless plain, dotted sporadically with low-lying, rocky hillocks. I recognized the plain immediately. The vision of it was seared into my mind so many months ago when I last visited Beetlesmith. It was the same landscape, the same plain I saw in my hallucination.
There were no dark clouds or a red sun this time. Everything was awash in a bright light, though I couldn't see a sun. As such, the land, wherever it was in time and space, appeared more wholesome to me than it did before, wholesome, except for the eerie absence of any sound. Not even a breeze could be felt or heard.
I was frozen in place and couldn't move. Hell, I didn't want to move, fearing if I journeyed away from this spot Karen and I might be lost here, wherever 'here' might be, forever.
I looked at Karen. Her eyes were closed. She was deep into the sensual, sexual ecstasy—hypnotized—savoring the bliss my cock was imparting as she continued to roll her hips. Yet, even if her eyes were open, I doubt she would have seen anything other than a room full of guests, given that all my visions of late, were mine alone.
*Was this really just a vision, a hallucination?*
I felt the ground and the short grass against my back, they were real, the rocky hillocks were real, as was the blue sky above. It was all real enough to me. How could this just be a vision?
Then, as I was looking around at the landscape, I saw him...it...whatever the fuck it is; the veiled man from my dreams.
Staring at him, I still can't see any of his features. He's just a dark silhouette having human form, but I know it's him, the man from my dreams, the specter I saw out the corner of my eye, haunting me when I refused to act on my desires. He's standing a long distance from us, not moving, and even though I can't see his face, or eyes, I know he's watching us, because I can feel it, and we make him glad.
The gladness I felt from him imbues me, through and through, with magnificent sensations of strength, bravado, invulnerability, calm, and most assuredly, arousal. Those same feelings I've used on others to push them into performing sexual acts, he was now imparting into me.
I felt a call to a challenge. He wants to see what Karen and I can do. He wants to be entertained.
Lust floods through me, dark and rank, guttural and primal, filling me with thoughts and desires I never knew existed.
The same lustful power floods through Karen as well, as I see it imparting across her face. She keeps her eyes closed to it, but it's there, infused in the small words of desire she murmurs, in the way her succulent mouth quivers as she licks her dry lips lewdly with her hot tongue, in the way she flares her nostrils to the ever increasing dark thoughts of sexual dominion that invade both our minds, even in the very sweat as in pours off her furrowed brow.
Unbound lust, copious and tangible, filling our every pore.
I feel my cock growing even larger inside her. How large, I don't know, but Karen is screaming, and screaming louder than I ever thought humanly possible, screaming in absolute pleasure and lust. Ejaculate flows forth from her cunt like blood through a gaping wound.
Gripping her hard by her hips, quieting her movements, I repeatedly slam my cock into her. The slapping sounds made as I pound hard against her ass can even be heard over her continuous screaming. Looking between her legs, I see a thick, milky substance ooze out of her and down my great cock as it slams upward into her ass. She's in continual climax, ejaculating abundantly from both orifices.
I glance over at the shadow with pride, looking for praise and hoping my efforts please him.
He's coming closer now, slowly moving towards us with that characteristic limp. He's pleased, so very pleased.
I smile, swelling with more pride. I close my eyes to him, just before finding my release. From deep within me, and in a voice I've heard only once before, I scream, "You are mine now! Forever!"
"Yes! In all things! Yes!" Karen screams back.
My eyes open, and I almost fall, disoriented and dizzy. Karen and I are back in our living room, and I'm standing. I don't know how I came to be standing, but Karen's up with me, her legs wrapped around my waist while my cock is still seated deep in her ass.
A ravenous light is in her eyes. They glint of hard, glassy stone, black in black, the blackest of black obsidian. She's still imbued with the absolute lust that had just gripped us on the plain.
Sliding up and off me, she rasps, "I must clean my Master, or he'll be angry."
Taking my cock, she feverishly licks and sucks the milky substance, a mixture of my cum and hers, from me. As she completes her self-appointed task, her lust, arousal, and thankfully, her eyes, return to normal.
We're both momentarily spent, and sit, side by side on the floor, resting our backs against the couch. Karen clutches at my arm, as I kiss her cheek.
Everyone is on the opposite side of the room staring back at Karen and me, openmouthed, in wide-eyed amazement.
Karen and I stare back, still breathing heavily. Nothing is said by anyone for a long while, and as the silence grows, Karen and I begin to laugh at the situation. Finally, Karen says, "And that's a 'twofer.'"
"Fucking-A, I'm next," says Gabby.
"Fuck you, bitch, I'm next," says Linda.
Then all the women erupted in heated debate as to whose going to be next. I even heard Carl and Rashid say they were next, half-jokingly, of course, but only just half.
"No one's next," Karen laughed, "That's just for me." Then there was another roar of disappointment from the women. Karen tried to make herself heard over the crestfallen rabble, "I think...I think...quiet please...silence sluts! That's better. Not to worry, I have another little game at hand. Bob, Carl, if you would be so kind as to help me again."
This time, she led the two toward what looked like the garage.
Everyone looked at me for an answer, but I was just as perplexed. Along with my own curiosity at what Karen had planned, my only other thought was that the game had better be short. It had been about four hours since they ingested the spiked Sangria, and I suspect that very shortly the guests will begin to drift into unconsciousness as the elixir wore off.
Karen came back about a minute later, carrying a very large bottle of baby oil. Bob and Carl were with her, carrying what looked like a large, rolled up tarp.
Karen told everyone to push the all the furniture to one side, making a large open area in the middle of the room. After which, Bob and Carl unrolled the very large sheet of clear, heavy plastic. It nearly covered the whole floor of the living room. Karen made sure they draped the plastic over the furniture that couldn't be completely pushed out of the way.
When she was happy with the position of the tarp, Karen said, "Okay everyone, gather up all our toys...that's right, everything...even the vibrators...oh, don't forget that strapn...yes, all three of them. Now, put all of it on the plastic...good. Okay, ladies first, group yourselves kind of in the middle and go to your knees."
The women did as told, and waited with breathless anticipation for what they could only guess would come—other than themselves, of course, pun intended.
Just as Karen brought forward the baby oil, someone asked, "What's this game called, Karen?"
"Anything goes," was her reply, as she showered all the women from tits to toes with the light oil.
Unsure of what Karen wanted them to do, they didn't move. The oil continued to run and drip sensuously off their bodies, and pooling at their knees.
Karen rolled her eyes, and said to them, "Well, what are you waiting for, go ahead and grope. Better yet, wrestle."
The younger women, like Holly, Raven and Candice, grabbed the first person at their side, and started wrestling with them. Surprised by the attack, those they grabbed were easily put on their backs, but it wasn't long before they, too, began to fight back. Loud and joyful laughter ensued, as all the women fell into a playful mood, and wrestled with each other. The older, but still adventurous women like Denise and Gabby, saw a wonderful opportunity for play, and quickly donned an available strapn as the others tussled about.
Handholds were difficult to maintain on the oily skin, which resulted in hands slipping across, and into, more delicate and sensitive areas, or into neighboring wrestlers. It wasn't long before the wrestlers were grabbing at each other not to gain any combative advantage, but to wildly embrace and fondle their partners.
I watched one such grouping of wrestlers. Diminutive Darcy was being tag-teamed by Cecilia and Holly. Strong, as she was, Darcy was no match for the two of them, and they soon had her down on her stomach, her face and breasts sloshing around in the excess oil that had pooled. Cecilia sat on Darcy's back, immobilizing her, and was spanking her oily ass while Holly roughly tapped and massaged the smaller woman's groin.
It was then, that Gabby, in all her strapn glory, ordered Darcy to be flipped over on her back with her legs spread wide. As soon as the strapn entered Darcy, she wrapped her arms and legs around Gabby and the two rolled back and forth across the tarp, laughing and giggling, and all the while Gabby is madly pumping the dildo into Darcy's pussy. The two ended up with Gabby on her back. Darcy was kneeling upright on top of her, and with the strapn still inside her, began shifting her hips back and forth, fucking Gabby.
After watching the two roll around, arousal redlined, and everyone was in a frenzy.
Cecilia clamped her mouth onto one of Gabby's oily tits, while Holly slid her fingers into Gabby's cunt, and began finger fucking her while she groped at Darcy's breasts with her other hand. Candice, while being fucked by Denise with a strapn, latched her mouth onto Gabby's other breast.
Gabby's hands were everywhere, as she grabbed at anything and everything in her reach. She finally settled on Lisa, who came up and hung her breasts into her face. Gabby grabbed Lisa's offered tits hard, squeezing them together lustfully while sucking on them voraciously.
Being the tallest woman of the group, Linda stood in front of Darcy, and with her feet straddling Gabby, she pulled Darcy's face fully into her groin. Clamping her hands onto Linda's ass, Darcy pulled her pussy even harder against her mouth, all while she continued to shift her hips in a fucking motion.
The rest of the women joined the fray, and latched a mouth or a hand onto any available pussy or breast, or pushed their oily cunts into any available mouth.
The feeding frenzy grew, having a life of its own, as bodies, heads, arms and legs thrashed about, hither and you, always seeking a new body or erogenous zone on which to feed. The continual jostling of the women became so intense and violent that Linda's foot was accidently kicked. Given the slick, oily tarp, she lost her footing, and all of them, Linda, Darcy, Gabby, and anyone attached to them, tumbled over and onto their sides.
For a moment, the women laughed mirthfully, but the mirth quickly morphed again into insatiable desire, as mouths and hands groped and renewed their sensual play with any available body part.
Soon, the women were nothing but an interconnected, wriggling mass of oily flesh. Locked together as they were, with mouths, hands and bodies pressed against, and into, all places within reach, the group appeared as some strange, many-armed and many-legged creature from another world.
Karen now lined all the men up. Showering them with oil, as she had done to the women, she said, "Now it's time for some real fun. Have at it, guys."
The men descended on the oily mass like a pack of wolves.
Karen and I watched the spectacle in awe. I sat on one of the ottomans, a good distance away from the group, while Karen remained on the other side of the throng, watching from the edge of the couch.
The men fucked and sucked on the women with abandon, jumping from one available hole to the next, and then back again. The women who weren't momentarily attached, dug into the men with fingers, lips and mouths, many grabbing at the men's oily testicles as they swung wildly about while fucking another. Some even pressed their tongues and fingers, between the men's buttocks, rimming or probing deep as the men fucked. Contrary to what I thought would happen, the men relished this new technique, allowing the women to continue with their sensual probing with oily fingers or hot tongues.
Then it happened, that thing I always feared might happen with a large group. Now that metaphorical boulder was loosed, nothing was going to stop it until it reached the bottom.
I was watching Sara and Mark in a fevered sixty-nine. Sara was on top, rapidly and forcefully sucking on Mark's oily cock as she played with his balls, or probed his perineum with a finger. Rashid was watching her too. He was close to her and on his knees. Darcy was beneath him, sucking madly on his cock while probing his anus with a finger or two. Sara then pulled Mark out of her mouth, and said something to Rashid as she tipped Mark's cock toward him. Without hesitation, Rashid pulled Mark's cock into his mouth, and both husband and wife set about servicing Mark.
At about the same time, Bob was enthusiastically fucking Cecilia in missionary, when Denise came up behind him still wearing the strapn. Seeing a wonderful opportunity playing out before her, she pushed the strapn between Bob's cheeks. Bob resisted for a moment, but was soon overcome by these new sensations, and gave in to Denise. Bob returned to slamming himself into Candice as Denise did the same to him.
I looked over at Karen sharply and frowned. She knew what my look meant. Raising her right hand in a gesture of, 'God's honest truth,' she mouthed, 'I didn't do it.'
I believed her. 'Anything goes' is right; such a fitting name for the game playing out in front of me. The boulder continued to roll.
Nothing was denied by anyone now. Whatever sex was offered, it was taken, male or female, into whatever hole was available. A mouth is a mouth, and a hole, a hole, as the saying goes, and anyone's will do in a pinch. It had become one large and growing hedonistic mess, and I watched, entranced.
It was almost hypnotic watching it all unfold. So much so, I began to have a bout of tunnel vision, where the crowd of guests was in perfect focus while everything in my periphery was a blur. Adding to that was a strange sensation that I was being pulled forward, toward the guests. I was soon disoriented, and my mind dizzy, as the strong force continued pulling me in such a way that I was leaning far forward, ready to jump into the fray.
I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs away. Looking over at Karen, I understood where the strange sensations were coming from as she stared back at me with an impish grin.
I laughed at her failed attempt to draw me into the crowd, and called her over to me.
As she straddled my legs, she asked, "You can't blame a mistress Queen for trying. Are you mad?"
"No sweetheart, I understand."
"Don't you want to join in?"
"It's just not my taste, now that I'm seeing it firsthand."
"Oh, please," she whined.
I hoisted her bottom up, slipping my cock into her pussy. Then I leaned back on the ottoman, pulling her with me while kissing her deeply.
Without voice, I called Mark over to us, and without voice, I commanded him to enter her.
Karen went wide-eye in surprise, when she felt Mark's slickened cock inching deep into her ass.
I laughed at her surprised look before telling her, "This is close to a man as I'll get."
I watched her face the whole time Mark and I pounded into her, serene and angelic even when screaming in passion and covered by her own sweat. Whether in the throes of orgasm, licking my cock or just licking stamps, she was always, every bit the woman I fell in love with. My own true Helen of Troy, beautiful and captivating, and she was mine, and I would do anything to keep her. Even sail an armada across the world to bring her back to me.
"Your mine, forever," I said quietly to her, as she found violent release.
As her climax waned, she stared at me, bright-eyed, and breathed that sweet phrase from before, "Yes, in all things." Then her eyes moisten as she laid her head in my chest.
We laid such, with her resting on top of me, for a long while, until I said to her, "Sometimes when I look at you I remember this line from a movie, 'There are some women who can change men into boys, and the boys back into men. That's a woman worth fighting for.' I'll always fight for you to my dying day."
She looked up at me with a smile. "Funny, I've been thinking something similar about you lately, that there are some men who can make a woman forget her virtues, and thank God she did. You will never lose me, my sweet, sweet Sir. Never."
I was about to kiss her again when many oily arms wrapped themselves around her, and she was pulled away from me, and into the throng.
*That was ironic, God does have a sense of humor.*
They all held onto her tight, arms wrapped around various parts of her body as cocks and cunts, lips and mouths were pressed into her. She accepted it all, sucking and stroking, cock and pussy alike, as they came within reach, all while a bevy assortment of fingers and cocks were thrown sensuously into any opening at her other end.
Then from somewhere other than Karen, I again felt that strange sensation. The dizziness and tunnel vision took hold of me, and it looked like everyone was falling away, falling down through dark clouds of soot and ash. I blinked, focused, and saw that I was looking down at that same flat plain from my visions, as if I were hovering above it all, suspended by an invisible force as the others continued their slow descent towards the bottom.
I focused on Karen, trying to take my mind off that plain and the clouds, off those things that I knew weren't really there. She was still wrapped up by the many oily arms, looking as if she were bound by thick cords of rope, held tight against the many oily bodies of the guests. And, as they descended, she was pulled down along with them. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at me, her mouth stamped open in a look of surprise. Stretching out her arms toward me, she beckoned me to join her with the others—beckoning me like the dead, Captain Ahab, whose corpse, when lashed to the side of the great white whale, beckoned his crew to follow him into Perdition.
I followed, and falling into the oily mass, I opened myself up to every lustful act that can be performed under Heaven and Earth.
It was about three in the morning when Karen and I heard the first of the guests beginning to stir. Not on the elixir ourselves, we never fell unconscious. Instead, we passed the time playing with each other while the guests slept.
It was Jack. His cock was hard, and he looked wired given his dilated pupils. He was obviously deep in the throes of 'Afterglow.'
During the night, in addition to all the fun we had together, I had brought Karen up to speed on the other side effects of the drug, the ones that I hadn't told her about earlier. I especially told her about the 'Afterglow Effect.' When she saw Jack, she decided to take her leave knowing what he was going to want. Bidding Jack a hasty goodnight, she went up to our room to take a nap for a couple of hours.
Jack looked despondent when she left.
"You're up early," I said to him.
He grunted, "Couldn't sleep. Isn't anyone else up?"
"Nope, everyone's still zonked."
"Fuck!"
"What's wrong?" I asked, playing along, though I knew the answer.
"I don't know what it is, but I'm still horny as hell, and there's no one up to fuck."
"Well, don't look at me."
He laughed weakly at my joke, and said almost to himself, "Maybe I can get Pam or Jackie up."
"You know what I usually do when I'm anxious like you; I take a long walk around the neighborhood."
He looked at me as if I'd just offered him a shit sandwich.
I continued to press him, "No really, I'll join you. I'm sure someone will be up by the time we get back. In the meantime, I can tell you my ideas about the Chevy accounts. Besides, it's cool in the early morning and we could both use the fresh air. It's kind of stuffy in here and smells like stale sex."
He finally agreed.
It was about three hours later when I heard the others beginning to stir.
Jack had already left when Karen came down from her 'nap.' Denise was with her.
Their hair was wildly tossed about, having that 'just fucked hard' look, even more so than from the events of last night. It was obvious they had an exquisitely energetic time playing with each other.
*They're such naughty little cock slaves. I'll have so much fun with them later.*
They both kissed me a good morning.
Sitting next to me, Karen asked, "I heard the door earlier. Where did you go?"
"Oh, I took Jack for a walk around the neighborhood."
Now Denise looked at me like I'd just offered *her* a shit sandwich, and asked with distain, "Whatever for, didn't you get enough of the asshole during the party?"
I handed her my cell phone with the pictures I took a couple of hours ago. Denise gasped in horror when she saw them.
Illuminated by a bright, gibbous moon and with the help of the phones internal flash, she saw wonderfully clear shots of Jack in compromising, oral positions. I can't describe the pictures any more than that, except to say that a neighbor's male Black Labrador was available and willing.
Denise wouldn't have to worry anymore about alimony; she'd get anything and everything she asked.
I got into work late the following Monday. I knew something was off the minute I hit my floor.
As the elevator doors opened, I could hear a loud crescendo of voices reverberating off the walls and ceiling. The office was abuzz with something. Secretaries were chattering with each other, executives wandered in and out of each other's offices or were talking in the corridors. Nothing related to company business was being done by the looks of things.
I guessed what the excitement was about the second I stepped into view of the crowd —the whole floor went dead silent, as all eyes turned toward me.
Obviously, word leaked back at what happened this weekend.
*Goddamn Jack or Candice, nobody can keep their fucking mouths shut anymore.*
I walked slowly, yet purposefully, to my office, saying my perfunctory hellos along the way, as I always did. No point in hiding it, or denying it, or being ashamed of it, it was my life, not theirs, and it was Monday morning.
*Get to work everyone!*
Yet, work was the last thing I could do. Every time I started reviewing stat reports, out of the corner of my eye I could see them wandering past my door to look in. Looking at me like I was some zoo animal caged in its makeshift, natural habitat. All that was missing were the sno-cones, soft pretzels, and iced drinks in the onlooker's grimy hands as they gawked at the exotic beast, hoping it would do something it naturally did in the wild.
*Maybe I should whip my cock out and start jerking it for the next onlooker.*
I ignored it as best I could. Ignored the stares from the women—some disgusted, some curious, and even some aroused—and those from the men—some jealous, some pious, and still more with admiration.
Getting coffee was always a strange adventure. Mostly snide comments and embarrassed giggles were dropped as I passed, but some sighs, too—maybe out of want and desire, or maybe out of exasperation at my nerve and aplomb. The only constant in my journey to the break room was that it always emptied when I entered, and that all eyes followed me to and from my office. Eventually, I went without coffee the rest of the day.
Candice was at her desk, a nervous look donning her face. I didn't talk to her. I didn't need to, her look told me it was Jack who blabbed.
*Maybe I should flash email everyone in the corporation those pictures of him with Fido.*
Poor girl, I hoped he, at least, kept her name out of his ribald tales to the other executives. This place would be hell for her if he didn't. I noticed that none of the secretaries were ogling her, so maybe her reputation was safe.
Still, I held my own. I kept ignoring, kept working, and kept talking business to the other executives under my charge when I needed to. None of them said anything about what they heard, and if they were too chicken shit to ask, I wasn't going to say. Yet, their eyes still followed me, stared at me, gawked at me as I worked, and it was beginning to piss me off.
It wasn't until Peter paid me a call around lunch that I'd finally had it with their crap.
Peter, the friend of mine who first gave me the news about Kendall getting shit-canned, came storming into my office slamming the door behind him. He lit into me with a five-minute diatribe, pissed off that I didn't invite him to the orgy. I didn't say anything back to him. I kept my cool while I let him vent his disappointment. Toward the end, he said something like, 'I thought you were my friend. Fuck you, and fuck off,' before storming back out, slamming the door behind him.
After that, I just kept the door closed and gave up on anymore work. Instead, I set about planning the next party.
*Yeah, that's right, and I'm going to have it soon, too. I'll invite all those snooty fucks on my floor and everyone else in my neighborhood. I'll even go back to Beetlesmith's for more elixir. He'll have to deliver it in a tanker trunk for the number of assholes I'll invite, and even though most will turn their pious noses up at the invite, I'm sure all of those hypocritical assholes will attend.*
I reached into the breast pocket of my suit coat for a pen, when felt stiff paper rustling against my fingertips. Pulling the papers out, I saw that they were yellowed, frayed and dog-eared at the edges, and having the faint aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold.
It was Beetlesmith's old client list, the one I took from his store months ago. I hadn't worn this suit jacket since that time, and had completely forgotten I had his old list.
Looking at it with curiosity, I read so many names. All were former clients that could no longer obtain the elixir. Someone on that list had violated the code of silence, revealing to someone not on that list of the elixir's existence.
*What did Beetlesmith say that time? Silence is golden.*
Silence, indeed. Silence and the list were his insurance against prying eyes and exposure. Beetlesmith valued his anonymity, and the cost of violating his treasured secrets was banishment from the elixir. Not just banishment for the wrong doer, specifically, but for every single client on the list, as well.
There were more than a hundred names with corresponding addresses on three sheets of paper, all typed out in neat little rows, just like the list with my name. More than a hundred names banished from the elixir in a blink of an eye.
I wondered who squealed. Who was stupid enough to leak news of the elixir's existence to a third party, so that they, the uninvited, began snooping around Beetlesmith's shop in search of fabled potions? Just one misstep triggered Beetlesmith's reprisals, one misstep lead to banishment for them all.
As for me, I didn't care because I didn't need the elixir. I had my powers. I could make anyone do anything I wished with a thought. I could even change the inanimate, material world to a degree—digital images can be copied before being erased, all with just a thought—and I suspect I can do so much more if I try. That's why I felt secured telling Karen about the substance, even though that was a violation of Beetlesmith's code.
*I don't like keeping secrets, especially from those I love. Fuck Beetlesmith, the lying fuck of a fraud, and his fucking code of silence.*
So if by happenstance Beetlesmith should ever find out I revealed his secret to another—to my wife, no less—cutting me off of the elixir wouldn't be the punishment he deems it for me. And if by chance, one of the other miscreants on my list came looking for me for revenge because I had sent them all to banishment with my actions, then they had better be silent and quick about their retribution. If not, they *would* become known to me, and I *would* destroy them.
I continued to scan the old list with morbid curiosity, recognizing about a third of the names. Many of these were local celebrities, politicians, and the like, who were regularly written about in our local papers, or talked about on our local television news hours.
Some of the more recognizable names were known internationally, very famous movie stars, musicians, and even leaders of state in Washington and from around the globe. It was hard for me to believe that movie stars and musicians would even bother with the elixir—fame and money were strong aphrodisiacs in their own right. However, there they were on the list, former valued customers of Beetlesmith. Now, all were cut off from the drug like the rest of the poor slobs.
It was then, as I continued to peer at the list, that I noticed something unusual about the more famous names. There was an apparent commonality shared between them, and it sent a chill through me. Logging onto the internet, I did a quick search of the more famous names, and sure enough, I was correct, a common thread existed, connecting all the glitterati together.
I broadened my search to include the local celebs. Entering one name after the other, I looked through old news reports and videos. After my search, there could be no doubt. Every name I entered intersected at that same common thread.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood out. I didn't bother searching the less well-known names, it would have taken too long. Besides, I knew instinctively I would find that same common thread running through all the people.
I bolted out of my office with the list in hand. Candice called after me, asking what was wrong, but I didn't stop. I needed to get to Beetlesmith's.
Peering through the smoky glass of the shop, I saw him sitting in the same spot I always found him. He was looking over at an older couple who were admiring a piece of bric-a-brac. He was thinking he's about to make a sale until I burst into his shop, spoiling his fun.
When he saw me, he immediately put on that same jovial face he always showed the chumps. The same smile he used just before fucking over our lives. He said, brightly, "Why Mr. Henry, It's been a long time..."
"Fuck you! Explain this!" I screamed, while holding up his old list of clients.
He didn't answer me right away, but followed the old couple with his eyes as they quickly left the store after hearing me scream.
"Well, that's a pity," he finally said, dejected, "You've ruined my sale, Mr..."
"Explain it!" I yelled, again.
He squinted and leaned forward, pretending he couldn't quite make out what I held in my hand. Finally, he said, "It looks like an old client list of mine. How did you get it?"
"Don't give me that shit, you fucking cocksucker! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Everyone on this list is dead!"
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My name's Timothy Whiskers. I'm a mouse.
Lately I've been living with a fox named Keith. I've got a little spot in a shoebox under the couch in his apartment. It's a pretty sweet deal. I get free snacks and wifi access. And every once in a while, he'll stick me up his ass.
Sometimes he'll even clean it out first.
We also live with a wolf named Jerry. He's Keith's pet, Keith's lover, and just about the sexiest beast alive. Big gut, wide throat, unapologetic stink -- who could ask for more? These days he goes on all fours most of the time, and it suits him pretty well. He's not as shy as he used to be, but he tries to be friendly and polite.
Still, I know what he's thinking. His mouth waters every time he talks to me. Nice as he is, I know he'd eat me if the circumstances were right. It's how he lost his job and ended up a feral wolf in Keith's legal possession to begin with -- he ate one of his customers at the sandwich shop where he worked.
It was a mouse. Just like me.
We're friends and everything, but his belly doesn't know that. It just wants a second helping of rodent tartar. I've got a funny sort of feeling that I'm going to be spending my retirement in his gut between a side of fries and a milkshake.
I guess I should be horrified by all of that, but the fact is... well, I'm a sick little fuck. Living with a guy who thinks I'm snack food? That's about the hottest thing in the world. He teases me about it. I've spent a lot of time between his teeth. He'll swallow things while I watch. It's all good.
Anyway, Keith. He owns a candy shop in the mall. And not just one of those dinky little hole-in-the-wall closets or anything, no, this place is *massive*. Some of the stuff they sell comes from the usual candy distributors, but a lot of it is made on-site. They've got a huge kitchen in the back, with something like a dozen foxes all running around, making lollipops and chocolate truffles and fresh noughat and all sorts of cool stuff. And they're always coming up with new ideas for sweets and treats. They get a lot of repeat business because their recipes are rotated regularly, always coming up with something new.
And Keith likes to take his work home with him.
Jerry and I get to "beta test" all of his latest confections. My personal favorite has been the Neopolitan Sticks -- chocolate bars with a strawberry-vanilla cream filling. Jerry goes nuts over the Tiramisu Balls. He takes our feedback into account, and sometimes he'll offer us multiple versions of his newest creations, until he's absolutely certain that he's got it right. I have to admit, it's kind of neat playing such an integral part in the process.
Still, I never guessed exactly how integral I was about to become.
One night, I was sitting in my shoebox, poking around a tutorial about animating sprites for my Atari games, when I heard the WHUMPH of someone landing on the couch above me, followed by a sharp rap-rap-rap on the wall. I poked my head out and found a cheerful fox face hanging upside down, peeking under the couch's lifted skirt.
"Ah, Timothy Whiskers," he sang. "Just the gentleman I wanted to speak to. Could I ask for your attention for perhaps fifteen minutes?"
I stepped all the way out to meet him. "I guess?"
"Marvelous." Gyoink. I was pulled up by the back of the shirt and set on Keith's crossed knee, and he looked down at me, bubbling with excitement about something or other. "So. I know you're a busy mouse, so let's get down to business. I have a proposal that may interest you."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
He jabbed me backward with one claw, and I landed flat on my back. "I've had an idea for a new line of candy," he mused, rubbing my stomach up and down. "It's bold, exotic, and somewhat controversial. It speaks to the baser desires of some of our clientel, and because of this, there have been those who have argued that it should not be pursued. I'll be the first to admit that it's a bold risk to take, but I've decided that it must be done."
"Yeah?" I grinned, grabbing the finger that was rubbing me. "So what do you need me for?"
"I need you," he said with a toothy, foxy grin, "To model for it."
I blinked. "Model for it?"
"Think of it," he said, gesturing with a paw as if he could make it appear out of thin air. "Gummy Mice, in eight lucious fruit flavors. Life-size. Bite-size. Eerily realistic. Made in the image of Timothy Whiskers. A charming dessert that no fox could resist."
I laughed. "You're kidding."
"Nope," he said, fluffing up proudly. "It's one of my best ideas yet. I'm sure there's a market for it. Think of all of the raccoons and badgers and cats and dogs who would love to gobble up little mice. Well, now they could do it without hurting any innocent rodents." He gave me a broad grin. "Of course, since you're the inspiration for this idea, I thought it would be delightful if it was based on you."
I gave him an embarassed grin. How touching. It *has* always been sort of a peeve of mine. Every day, big predators gobble up little defenseless animals who *don't* want to be eaten. They're not supposed to, of course, but most of them get away with it. It was an interesting idea -- offer them a confectionery substitute.
I smirked. "I bet your mouse customers will love it."
Keith's smile vanished, and his eyes flicked to the side. "Well, therein lies the controversy. We're proud, of course, to have customers of every species at our store. Believe it or not, but we *do* get complaints from bears from time to time -- bears! -- because we stock gummy candy in their vague likeness."
I nodded. I've gone up against some grouchy bears in my time. "I believe it."
"So I can only imagine the backlash we'd receive if we started encouraging our customers to eat candies shaped like prey animals," Keith frowned. "And I'm not so sure it *wouldn't* be a step in the wrong direction. This will be a secret development, distributed through carefully selected channels, with none of the company's usual branding." He gave his tail a coy flick. "So what do you think? Would you care to be a secret candy?"
It was hard to resist the idea of giving big predators everywhere the chance to eat me. "Why not?" I shrugged.
Keith nodded, pleased. "Then we begin tomorrow!"
The next day, I went in to the kitchen with Keith. I'd been there a couple times in the past, so I had a few familiar faces to greet. I got a smug grin or two from them; they knew what I was there for. I guess I hadn't really thought about what the modeling would entail. Maybe posing for some photographs. But no.
They wanted a full-body mold.
"Most gummy candies are flat on the bottom," Keith explained. "The texture only comes through on one side. This will be a slightly more complicated mold; I want it to look as realistic as possible all the way around."
So I spent half an hour sucking air through a straw with my whole body encased in some sort of plaster, followed by a slow, slow, slow chipping as Keith opened it up. The result -- two pieces of plaster, each with a perfect indentation of half of my body -- front and back.
"We'll use this to make a model we can manipulate," Keith explained. "The ears and the tail may have to be changed just a bit so that the final product has a bit more structural integrity. Maybe something to make the limbs more articulate. Otherwise... that should do the trick."
And that was the last I heard of the project for a couple weeks. I'd actually forgotten all about it when Keith came home one evening and called for me. He'd brought home a large cardboard box, and he insisted on showing me immediately.
He opened the box on the kitchen table and set me inside. "Go ahead and take a look," he beamed, his tail whisking to and fro. "I'm very proud of how they turned out."
It was uncanny, and only slightly disturbing. Eight mice, each a different color, stretched out on their backs. Each of them had my face. Smiling pleasantly, legs slightly bent.
"These are the very first prototypes, one of each flavor," Keith explained, pointing them out. "Cherry, orange, lemon, lime, green apple, blue raspberry, grape, and pineapple. They taste like any other gummy candy, but look at the detail."
When I looked closer, I could see fine hairs etched across the surface. Individual toes on all of the paws. Yeah, the tail and ears were slightly larger, but I never would have noticed if Keith hadn't said anything about them. The whole thing looked very natural.
"And look at this!" He touched the grape one and slightly bent the legs back and forth, and then nodded the head up and down. "Just a little bit of articulation there; we picked the angles so that all of the limbs would look natural if they flopped a little, and you can bend them without tearing the gelatin."
I nodded, impressed. "That's a real work of art," I agreed. "Almost seems too nice to --"
"Oooo, are we sampling?"
A shaggy wolf paw plucked the cherry mouse by the tail. I looked up, horrified, to see it dangling over Jerry's open jaws. The tail poked out of his lips as he chewed. *Hard*. His tongue rolled out to scoop it up.
GLORP.
Down in one. The bastard never had a chance.
My knees buckled beneath me.
Jerry's ears flattened when he realized we were both looking up at him, horrified. "What?"
Keith's muzzle spread into a broad, amused grin. "Jerry. I'd like to introduce you to the latest and least avowed creation of the kitchens of Owens Chocolates." He held up the orange mouse to give Jerry a closer look. "Timothy Whiskers. Now in eight fruit flavors."
He blinked. Looked at the candy. Looked down at me. Picked up the two of us and held us side to side for a comparison, his cheeks starting to flush up. Licked his nose once.
"Well, it was good, anyway," he said, grinning sheepishly at Keith.
Keith patted Jerry on the belly, smiling smugly. "Glad to see they're a hit. You can keep the rest of the box. I'm going to go get changed." And he padded merrily off.
Jerry looked down at the orange mouse as if he was judging the trajectory to pop it in his mouth, but then he turned to look at me and seemed to think better of it.
Me, I was grinning from ear to ear. I pointed up at him. "You know what this calls for?"
His ears pricked up, surprised. "What?"
"A *roleplay*."
It was early in the afternoon. I was in the shadow of the kitchen table, trying to fit a wobbly gummy mouse into a pair of pants as he grinned back at me, blank and stupid. Jerry had decided on grape flavor in the end. I heard a metallic grinding noise coming from the other side of the kitchen, and my heart started pounding. The electric can opener. Oh *god* this was going to be awesome!
Wolf paws approached, and Jerry set his plastic meal dish down next to me. Thing was a lot taller than I was. "Just about ready?" he asked, dropping to all fours.
I struggled a little bit with the grape mouse, trying to get him to sit up straight. I finally got the balance right, but his posture lilted slightly to one side like a rag doll. "Yep," I said. "Just give me a second."
He nodded and turned, tail swaying casually as he padded around to the other side of the island counter. Cocky swagger -- wuff knew he was getting his. "Holler when you're situated. Safety word is 'red light'."
I scrambled up on top of the short stack of coasters Jerry had brought in from the coffee table in the living room. From my perch, I had a perfect view of the entire bowl. Big mound of canned dog meat, sagging in its cylindrical shape. But not for long.
"Okay, go!" I called.
Seven hundred pounds of wolf came stalking into view. Head down and shoulders hunched. He was in full beast mode. Even though I knew we were just playing, I couldn't help getting a little shiver down my spine.
"Hey Big Guy," I called up to him cheerfully.
"Hey," he grinned, addressing the candy sat next to his food dish. "You seen Keith around lately?"
"Hmmmm... Last I saw him, he was headed for work."
"Really." THOOM. One big paw squashed the gummy mouse against the floor. I squeaked reflexively. Then he picked it up by the tail and dangled it in front of his nose. His eyes were sharply focused and his muzzle spread into a sick bastard grin.
I was already shaking. "So, ummm... Did you need him for something?" I asked.
"Nope," he purred. "Nothing going on here that he needs to be involved in."
PLUT. The sound of a grape flavored gummy mouse hitting a pile of dog food from two feet up, hard enough to leave a two-inch dent. Its little body was twisted uncomfortably, smiling off into space. Ewww. It wasn't hard to guess what it would feel like, based on the smell. My pulse was pounding.
"Hey!" I shouted. My voice was unsteady. "Gentle, I could've -- "
CHOMP. I squeaked and dodged backward instinctively, eyes wide. Half the meat was gone, but the gummy mouse was still there. He'd missed by maybe half an inch. He stared down at his bowl, cheeks bulged, molars working, tail waving back and forth.
I'd seen him like this before. Oh god oh god.
"Jerry, what are you doing?" I squeaked.
GLUNK. I could see his adam's apple chug once, and then he grinned. "It's called 'lunch'."
I cringed reflexively. "But you're not going to hurt me, right?"
CHOMP. Another bite to the other side of the candy mouse. His little island was barely larger than he was. A low growl from the wolf as he chewed. swallowed. Licked his nose.
"Right?" I squeaked.
A little smile.
Then he *yawned*.
"Ohmygod, HELP! HELP!" I screamed as he descended on the bowl. His tongue rolled out, thick and broad, and scooped up the last mouthful of meat from the bottom of the dish. And I watched myself roll along with it, watched as the jaws folded closed neatly around me. He closed his eyes and chewed. Serene. Meditative. His tail sweeping from side to side. His head tipped back, his throat worked once... And then he opened his eyes again, a shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Wow," I grinned. "I --"
His paw came down and lifted me up. I panicked briefly, suddenly concerned that he was going to take things further, but he just lifted me up and set me on the kitchen table. I was just about at his eye level. He had an enigmatic expression on his face. Before I could ask...
*He opened his mouth.*
Thick, pointed canine teeth framed my view. Thick ropes and bubbles of drool and mucus hung in the cavern. And there, in the back, cradled delicately between tongue and soft pallette, was me. Pantsless, but unhurt.
I gasped, realizing what had happened. I had to get back into character. "Oh thank god," I said, relieved. "I --"
His throat suddenly dilated, and the gummy me just... slipped inside. The back of the tongue rose again. Gluck. Just one smooth motion.
That was the last I saw of me.
My teeth were already chattering. But then he had to go and...
Oh god...
He tipped his head back. Two fingers against his adam's apple. Sloooooowly tracing the way down. I watched my own descent with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Steadily down his thick neck, steadily across his hairy chest, until finally... it came to a stop.
One paw on his gut. Stroking possessively. "Last stop, bottom floor. End of the line."
He belched. Deep. Gutteral. *Echoing*. Drew it out for two whole seconds, open wide in my face. Like the last chug of a flushing toilet.
"And that sound means we've got one less mouse to worry about."
He spit into his dog dish. A tiny pair of mouse pants.
*WOW.* I was shaking so much I couldn't talk. I couldn't think straight.
"How was I?" I squeaked out at last.
One big paw came down on me. Thud. I was flat against the table, just my legs and butt hanging out. His nose was so close that I could feel his breath, warm and moist against my ass. "Very soft," he murmured. And then came the long, thick wave of his tongue, pasting my butt, screwing me up red hot. "And *very* sweet."
My eyes watered. "Oh god, you're going to have to do that again," I squeaked.
"What, the whole thing?" he asked, surprised.
"No, no, just the lick," I assured him.
It hit me like an earthquake. It shook me to my marrows. Wound up to my breaking point and then *demolished* by his tongue, licking me over and over again until I was screaming and coming at the same time. I swear, I almost blacked out. When he lifted up again, I was sprawled out on the tabletop, panting, staring out blindly into space.
*Totally* awesome.
An amused voice drifted into my consciousness. "Take some time to recover. I'll be in the living room."
I nodded slightly, distracted.
I lost track of time for a while. It seemed like it was hours before I felt like I could move again. But when I was ready for act two, I climbed down the table leg and stumbled into the living room.
I found Jerry stretched out on the couch, laying on his side. Belly sticking out. Look on his face like he was having his fucking *way*. Something was on TV, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention to it. He gave little notice as I climbed up onto the couch, scampered up his leg, and curled up on his belly. I dug my nose deep into his fur, closed my eyes, and savored the lingering afterglow. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so absolutely, luxuriously sated. So serene and relaxed from my nose to my toes. I stayed there for a long time, bathing in the aroma of wolf musk, slowly rising and sinking with his breath, listening to the bubbling in Jerry's stomach.
I'd been in his stomach before. On friendly terms, of course. I tried to relive those images as I listened, imagining myself in that candy mouse's place, being packed with a whole can of dog food in an organic meat processing plant. Turning into soup.
I know I'm crazy and everything, but I swear there's a sort of intimacy that goes with being swallowed alive. It's being conquered by something larger than you, but it's also... well, like they're opening up to you in a way. Showing you a part of themselves that they try to keep hidden. Laugh if you want, but it's hard not to feel some sort of connection to someone once you've been to the bottom of their stomach. You can't get much closer to someone than by being physically inside them.
"How am I doing in there?" I asked at last.
"Oh, you're all settled in," he assured me with a grin, giving me a quick glance before returning his attention to the television. "You're just sort of sitting down there in the bottom at the moment. Not quite so heavy anymore." He gave his cheeks a smug scratching. "Hate to say it, Tim, but I'll have you wiped out in about half an hour here. Nice knowing you though."
Mmmmmm. "Likewise."
He kept me updated on the situation from time to time. All together, it took about three hours for Jerry to go from completely sated to completely hollow again. I was long gone by the time Keith came home.
"Hey boys!" his voice sang from the doormat.
Jerry turned his head and gave a lazy wave. "Hey Keith."
Keith grabbed Jerry's head for a little kissyface, then he suddenly became thoughtful. "Hmmm... And where's my adorable Timothy Whiskers?"
"Haven't seen him since lunch," Jerry grinned.
"That's odd," Keith said thoughtfully, starting to scratch at Jerry's exposed belly. "He's usually so happy to see me when I get home from work. It does bring such joy to my heart to see his smiling little face."
"I'm sure he'll -- URP -- show up." Jerry grinned smugly. "'Scuse me."
I laughed and shook my head. "You assholes."
Keith gave me a brief smirk. Of course, he was in on the game too. "Well, I bought a nice present for him," Keith said, showing Jerry a tiny little giftwrapped box. "Could you let him know if you see him? I was so hoping it would lift his precious little spirit."
Jerry reached out and nabbed the little box. "I'll make sure he gets it," he grinned.
"Well, out of these work clothes then," Keith said. "I'll be right back, and then we can start dinner."
Keith padded off. Jerry looked down at me with a grin. Flicked the giftbox up, caught it like a kernel of popcorn, and swallowed.
I knew that was coming, but it was still cute. "You bastard."
Jerry folded his paws behind his head. "I aim to please."
The next morning, I was up a little early to attend my own funeral. It was a quiet, private service, just me and Jerry. He had a nice little plot all picked out for my burial.
His *litter box*.
I'll spare you the gorey details. Suffice it to say, my gummy lookalike wasn't much of a match against fifty feet of wolf intestines.
Afterward, we adjourned to the kitchen, and I sat on the kitchen table to watch Jerry mix up some homemade waffle batter. There was a swing in his tail and an unconscious smile on his face.
I leaned back and flicked my tail. At last I decided I might as well ask. "So."
"Hmmm?"
"Do you think you ever *would*?"
I expected his reaction. He stopped whisking, his head dropped backward, and he rolled his eyes. "Why do we have to go through this again?"
"Because you give me a different answer every time," I grinned. "One of these days, you're going to slip and tell the truth. I thought that might be today."
He gave me one of those annoyed "stop being right all the time" looks, but then it looked like he was actually giving the matter some thought. He stepped away from the bowl and approached me, sizing me up. It was about a minute or two before a smile started creeping across his muzzle again.
"Okay," he sighed, looking a little embarassed. "I liked that. A lot." A paw came down on top of me. Gentle, but firm. Squeak. "I mean... *a lot* a lot. I... do like eating mice. And... yeah, I guess I think about it. And it was fun to spend the afternoon pretending that I ate you. And I'm going to do it again sometime."
His tail wagged low. Obviously wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him to admit. "But we're friends first and predator/prey second. You know that. If you weren't interested in this stuff, I'd never even bring it up. I am never, ever going to *really* eat you. All right?"
I gave one of his fingers a squeeze. "Hmmmm..."
He smirked. "So is that the answer you were looking for, or what?"
"It'll do I guess," I said. "For now."
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*First, I would like to thank the wonderful Bella Mariposa for editing this chapter.
Synopsis: To recap the story so far, our protagonist, Will Henry, walks into an unusual curio shop owned by Bartholomew Beetlesmith. After some discussion, Beetlesmith makes him an unusual offer, a test sample of what Beetlesmith claims is the most powerful aphrodisiac ever designed, called the Elixir. Though skeptical, Henry does administer the drug to his wife and her friend. The results exceed Will's wildest imaginations in carnal delights.
Henry returns to Beetlesmith's shop to purchase more elixir. Beetlesmith agrees to sell him more, but imposes a condition, and a warning.
The condition: silence is golden. No one outside Beetlesmith's client list shall know of the elixir's existence. Breach of this one condition, by anyone, results to total banishment from the purchase of the elixir, and not just for the offending party, but banishment for all of the current clients as well. Beetlesmith is adamant about this condition, saying that he has scuttled more than a few client lists in the past when word of the elixir leaked out to the uninvited.
Beetlesmith also warns that the elixir is not without side effects, some minor, others more severe. The more one uses the elixir, the more pronounced the physical and mental side effects become.
Even with all these warnings and the strange requirement for silence, Henry accepts these conditions. Thus, his name is put on the current list, and he becomes Beetlesmith's newest client.
Almost immediately, Henry begins to experience side effects from using the drug, but they are not the ones Beetlesmith talked about. Among many other things, Henry developed the ability to read minds, as well as developing a form of psychokinesis, where he can manipulate people and things around him. Fearing irreparable damage to his brain, Henry attempts to discontinue using the elixir. However, even without using the elixir, Henry's superhuman abilities continue to grow.
Though these side effects are unsettling to Will, eventually he realizes his newfound powers allow him to do all the things the elixir can do, by only using his mind.
Just when things seem to be working out well, Will discovers an unsettling truth about Beetlesmith. That he isn't the jolly, benign inventor and antique dealer he's always claimed to be—his motives being far more nefarious and dangerous.
In the last chapter, Henry confronts Beetlesmith, having discovered that his past clients were not just banished from access to the elixir, but they were all, in fact, murdered. We pick up the story as Will Henry is going to 'deal' with Beetlesmith once and for all.*
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—of cabbages—and of kings..."
—The Walrus and the Carpenter *from* Through the Looking-Glass and what Alice Found There; Lewis Carroll.
Beetlesmith stared back at me, wide-eyed. Obviously, he hadn't counted on me finding out his secret. I guess I finally surprised the old fuck.
I didn't wait for his response. Instead, I folded his old list back into my breast pocket and set about securing the entrance and pulling down the shades to his shop.
I had murder on my mind...
No, that isn't entirely true. I did plan to kill Beetlesmith, but I didn't see it as premeditated murder—thinking it closer to self-defense.
It was apparent that over the course of a few weeks Beetlesmith had killed well over one-hundred people. How long before he decides those on his current list, specifically me, are also in need of extinction? I do not intend to find out, and to paraphrase Dylan Thomas, 'I was not going to go gentle into that good night.' I'm going to kill the old fuck before he kills me.
My only question now: would I do it with my bare hands, or just shrivel his brain with a thought?
Beetlesmith must have guessed my mind, saying to me as I pulled down the last shade, "Perhaps we should talk about this first, Mr. Henry, before you do anything rash."
"What is there to talk about? You get your kicks administering a drug that fucks with our minds. Then you kill us."
"Let me assure you, I killed no one."
I thought he was lying to save himself. I ask, suspiciously, "If not you, who? One thing's for sure, everyone on this list is dead, and they all didn't die of natural causes."
"Well, not everyone, but we can get into that a little later after we talk a bit. As for who, let's just call him my benefactor."
Now I was confused. The old cocksucker sounded sincere. I asked, "Benefactor? I suppose he knows of us? Of the list?"
Beetlesmith laughed at my absurd question. "Of course. You don't think I'd have any dealings with you reprobate dolts without having a little...muscle as a safeguard. I told you, Mr. Henry, the list is my insurance, and my Benefactor will ensure the policy is carried out to the last name, if and when the time comes, and even if I'm extant or not."
After finding out that bit of information, I resigned myself to hear what he had to say. Mostly, I wanted to humor him long enough to figure out if his Benefactor was real, and whether I could dispose of him and Beetlesmith. "You said you wanted to talk. I'm listening."
"Good, good. A cooler head is to your benefit, Mr. Henry. First, I must commend you on your astuteness. Rarely do any of my clients catch wind that anything's amiss."
"Spare me your compliments, and get on with it."
"Then allow me the opportunity to compliment myself." He paused for a long moment, staring at me as if I were a great work of art that first needs to be admired with utmost thoughtfulness before commenting. "From the moment I first saw you, I had a feeling you were the one. I felt it in my gut. Right down in my bones, as it were. However, life is so fluid and unpredictable. Given the mercurial nature of events, there's so much one can't be sure of, particularly at the beginning of things. There were others such as yourself, to be sure. Many others over the millennia that held promise at the start, but who tragically failed in the end. As such, I was never positive about you. Hopeful, yes, but never positive. That is until you told me all that was happening the last time you were here. It was then that I knew, unequivocally."
"Knew, what?" I ask, frustrated. As always, he wasn't coming to the point.
"That you are the one. That you are the apple of his eye, and he has taken a very personal interest in you."
"Speak plainly for once. Who is this *he* you're talking about?"
Beetlesmith playfully put a finger to his lips, and said, "Hush Mr. Henry, we mustn't say their names aloud. They prefer to work anonymously from the shadows. But to answer your question, he is my benefactor of whom I spoke of earlier. He is my Master...or I should say, our Master now. If you need a name, then call him the redoubtable Mr. A."
"Very well Mr. Beetlesmith. Go on. Why am I so special to this...Mr. A?"
I stayed quiet from then on, as Beetlesmith began his explanation. What he told me is just too fantastical for me to relay in any kind of detail, except to say it was a strange mixture of theological mysticism adulterated with an unhealthy amount of science fiction, or so it seemed to me. I didn't understand half of what he said and the other half I found hard to believe.
It seems there has been an ongoing 'conflict' between two factions, who Beetlesmith calls the 'Cruel Ones' and the 'Bright Ones.' The conflict has been going on for thousands of millennia, ever since our ancestors began walking upright at Olduvai. The factions have been influencing us, pulling human beings in one direction or another, to meet their contentious goals. Beetlesmith was unclear on the specifics of each factions' ambitions, but he did make it clear that a final reckoning is occurring. An event that will put an end to the war once and for all, and somehow, I'm at the center of it all. The prize of victory was nothing less than the disposition of all sentient life—life, not just on Earth, but throughout the whole universe.
'Not just our world, but a whole universe of worlds.' These were Beetlesmith's exact words, and they struck me as comically insane. Feigning interest in his nonsense, I asked, "Why this world when there are supposedly so many that could hold their attentions? What makes us so special?"
"Because we *are* that special. They've traveled a universe and find us singularly unique in it all. Of all the species they've encountered, no other is as malleable; and no other is as imbued in the universal contradiction of existence. The dichotomy of good and evil coexists within us, unfettered and without hindrance, and because of this, we are the fulcrum that holds the universe in balance. Tip us in one direction or the other, and *everything* slides either into the cool, familiar darkness or into the stark, warm light." He grimaced when he said 'light,' as if pronouncing the word filled his mouth with ash. Regaining his composure, he finished, "It's because of our uniqueness that it is here they've decided to put everything to a final test."
I ask, incredulously, "And this prize you speak of, what do you mean by, 'disposition?'"
"It's hard to explain without a common frame of reference, Mr. Henry."
"Try. So far you've told me nothing I find pertinent or believable, and I'm fast losing patience with your bullshit."
"Given my situation and your intentions, I'm sorry for your lack of patience, Mr. Henry. Truly I am. However, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted. Just take my word that all will be revealed to you in time."
I laughed in his face. "What good is your word? You've done nothing but lie to me ever since I first entered your shop."
"If you're talking about the elixir, then yes, I lied to you. They were lies of necessity, though. Lies more of omission rather than commission. I hope you understand."
"I don't understand any of this. Just speak plainly for once. Why lie about..." Then it hit me in midsentence, "Why lie unless the elixir isn't really an aphrodisiac."
"Ah. Very good, Mr. Henry. You finally have clarity." Beetlesmith underscored his praise by vigorously nodding his head in affirmation. Then he continued, matterf-factly, "To answer your first question, the lie is an old magician's deception. Get the audience watching one hand as you set the trick up with the other. I wanted you thinking...believing the elixir imparts some biochemical change in the participants. I wanted your mind focused on *that* possibility, rather than what was actually occurring."
"What do you mean? What is actually occurring? I don't understand..."
"You see, lack of a common reference," he said, cutting me off.
"Then you need to bring me up to speed so there is a common reference. You're going to find a way to explain it to me in one minute, or I *will* burn a hole in your brain, this mysterious Mr. A notwithstanding! What is it?"
"It is many things, Mr. Henry. A portal, a beacon...an insidious corruptor, among its many, most wonderful properties. In this regard, its functionality makes it a universal Swiss army knife for the depraved. All that aside, its main purpose is to act like flypaper."
"So far, you're making less sense than before, and that's saying something. You have thirty seconds. What does this, so called, flypaper catch?"
"Souls, Mr. Henry, it catches souls."
"Souls? You mean as in our spiritual souls, forever and ever, everlasting?"
"Exactly, Mr. Henry, the spiritual self."
"My soul?" I asked, rhetorically.
"Of course. You don't see any other miscreant in the store, do you?" I must have given Beetlesmith an odd look, because he paused for a moment before continuing, "I was under the impression from our first meeting you didn't believe in such things; thus, my remark about lacking a common reference."
"As a matter of fact, I don't."
Beetlesmith smiled suspiciously before responding, "If you say so, Mr. Henry. The look you just gave tells a different story. However, if not, then you had better start believing. You're already wading hip deep in the beyond: slipped almost precariously through the mercurial plane that exists outside our own reality. We can't see it, of course, although we do feel it on occasion...in our souls, to be precise. Start believing, Mr. Henry, it's only a matter of time before you're totally submerged."
I ignored his cryptic message about 'submerging in the beyond,' asking, instead, "What do you mean by 'portal?'"
"Just what it implies, it acts as a doorway between our two planes. Ordinarily, their power over us is ephemeral and amounting to no more than mere whispers of influence; though they can be powerful whispers, if given at the right moment in a person's life. The elixir, on the other hand, allows for actual contact between the 'Others' and we mortals."
"You're talking about...possession," I said it as a declaration, but it sounded like a question.
"It doesn't really work that way. You've been watching too many Hollywood movies, Mr. Henry. Oh, accidents do happen. Sometimes the incubus or succubus slips through the plane and into the mortal. Causes a terrible mess for all concerned, and the host usually dies as the Other claws its way back into its own realm, but this is a rare occurrence. Ordinarily, when contact is achieved, the Others treat us as finger puppets, manipulating us, this way and that, but nothing more. "
"Oh, please," I scoffed.
Beetlesmith was becoming annoyed. "Mr. Henry, if you are going to sneer in disbelief at everything I tell you, then we are at an impasse..."
"Listen to the serial liar, outraged at not being believed. All right, I'll bite. If what you say is true, how is it that I'm the only one with special powers? I can only assume my powers are derived from using the elixir, allowing these Others to have their way with me. Yet according to you, they manipulate everyone that has been given the elixir. So, why doesn't everyone have these powers?" I didn't tell him about Karen, who was also developing the same powers, wanting to keep any mention of my wife as far away from him as possible.
"I told you, the Master has taken a personal interest in you. In all my dealings with him, I've never seen this type of enthusiasm for a client. It's unprecedented."
"Which means what, exactly?"
"The Master is very esoteric, to say the least, but one thing I do know, he doesn't like to get too involved in...oh, how should I say it...involved in the day-to-day operations of contact and control. He lets his minions do the dirty work, allowing them their fun with us. Usually, he only watches us as his minions play; though, he may visit us in our dreams on occasion, but nothing more. His corrupting force is powerful enough from the shadows. This time, it's different."
He looked at me with a smug expression, as if that should have settled the matter—'Question asked and answered, Mr. Henry, you dolt.'
Of course, I was still in the dark as to what he was talking about, although his mentioning, 'visits to our dreams,' sent a chill down my spine. To say I wanted to punch that smug look off his face would be an understatement. "I still don't understand. What does any of this have to do with my powers?"
He smiled that little smile that now so inflames my heart with rage and hate. "As I've said, it's obvious from everything you've told me that he has taken a personal interest in you. He's manipulating you directly. And every time a part of him crosses over and makes contact with you, a little bit of him is left behind. Your powers have grown exceptionally strong, indeed, Mr. Henry." He chuckled to himself before finishing, "You've become a regular, chip off the old block, as they say, though you don't exercise your powers as much as you could."
Beetlesmith continued, rhetorically, "Do you know how rare you are, Mr. Henry? A virtuous man...or as virtuous as any man can be in this day of pervasive and cheap pornography and even cheaper virtues...full of such love and devotion to a barren wife, who, and let's be honest, isn't the most faithful spouse a man can have. Yet, you love her in spite of all her carnal flaws, a love bordering on saintly devotion. However, what makes you the true prize, a real plum, is that virginal friend of yours."
He paused for a long moment, allowing that last revelation to sink in. "Miss Resik is her name, isn't it? Gloria Resik? Do you know how many forty-plus virgins there are in the modern world? Very few that can still have normal children. Yes, such a prize, you are."
I was taken aback at hearing Gloria's name. I hadn't talked to her in months, and I know I've never mentioned her to Beetlesmith by name. Now, hearing her spoken about so prominently by him, and in such reverent tones, was unsettling. How could he know about her, and know the other details of my life—a barren wife who committed adultery? A virginal friend?
Regaining my composure, I said to him, slowly, as a warning, "Leave them out of this."
"Why, Mr. Henry? It's the reason you are here."
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he kept talking and talking in a way that was taunting me. Poking me, like an idiot tourist who pokes at a bear with a stick, trying to elicit a response for his camera.
"She loves you, you know. Gloria. She loves you almost as much as you love your wife. Haven't you ever seen how she looked at you over these many years? Always pining after you with her eyes, so full of love and lust, laughing at all your silly witticisms, always feigning great interest in even the most insignificant and mundane thing you have to say. Her love for you is deep, so deep that she was saving herself for you and you alone. She wanted to tell you these things, and almost did a few times over the years, but her love and friendship to your wife precluded it. So, she stayed a virgin, suffering in silence. Suffering, at least, until those glorious nights when you used the elixir and she could finally have you without guilt or remorse because her friend, your wife, gave her permission."
Now, he was making things up. I was about to scoff at him, again, when I remembered something that happened.
It was the first time I administered the elixir to everyone, myself included. It occurred late in the evening, just before I passed out. Karen and Jackie had their fight, leaving Gloria and I coupled by ourselves as the other two worked through their differences.
It was a slow, romantic fuck, and one Gloria specifically requested. What I remember most was how she looked up at me, holding my head lovingly in her hands as I laid on top of her. It wasn't a look of lust, which I saw often from all the women that evening, but a sweet, innocent look of love, hope, and longing. Then, just before I fell unconscious, she said something to me. I couldn't hear what she said, but I read her lips clear enough, 'I've always loved you.'
When I woke up the next day, I didn't give her words much importance, thinking her feelings were due to the effects of the elixir. Now, in light of what Beetlesmith just told me...
"How can you know these things?"
"It's my job. I've been granted certain powers of prescience as keeper of the elixir. I'll tell you what else I know, Mr. Henry. Your friend was pregnant."
"What?"
"We sometimes forget the little details; details, such as self-imposed celibates and their lack for needing birth control. It was an error on our part, and shouldn't have happened so soon. It has since been corrected. The time for that wasn't yet ripe, but it's ripening."
The anger was rising in me, soon to become rage if he kept up his smug taunts. "You sick fuck. Not another word about her."
"I know it hurts, Mr. Henry. Losing a child can be painful. Take heart, though, it will all work out for the better in the end. The Master will see to that."
"I said shut the fuck up about it!"
Not heeding, or caring about the danger he was in from my growing anger, he continued to mock, "You're a fool, and your indignant ingratitude is distressing. You've been privy to things most men would suffer the fires of Hell for, but like the fool that you are, you spit it back in our face. I'll tell you something else that I know, Mr. Henry. You should be thanking us."
Seeing my look of incredulity, he reiterated, "Oh yes, thanking us. What with the powers granted to you, you were finally able to bring that rabid slut, bitch of a wife to heel. Did you really think Kendall was her first, or that the first time she did that Mr. Cope fellow was at that supercilious party of yours? Your wife's been quite the democratic drawbridge throughout your marriage, going down for just about anyone who crossed her path. And I do mean going down."
He smiled sanctimoniously, and then continued, "Would you like to hear about one of her more lascivious exploits? It was that time you went on business to Seattle. Remember?"
He waited for me to respond. When I didn't, he continued, "You two were beginning to have your problems, and she was developing that itch your pedestrian lifestyle could never scratch. You weren't gone for more than a day when feeling even randier than usual, all foot-loose and fancy-free because she was finally free and on her own, tarted herself up in the tightest spandex skirt she had, pantiless of course, and went trolling.
He must have noticed me balling my hands into fists and paused. He smiled sanctimoniously again when I didn't make a move toward him. "Anyway, she didn't have to search for long, ending up at that bar located just outside of your hometown. You know the place. Pepper's. All greasy biker types that smell of burnt motor oil, stale beer, and even staler whiskey. You know the type. When they're not vomiting out a fifth of Jack in the open cesspool they call a latrine, they're engaged with low-rent strippers who charge twenty dollars for a back ally blowjob. Ten for a hand job. Very entrepreneurial, those twats."
He winked at me, and I felt the blood rushing to my head. "Surprised? Anything to add? No? Very well, it took her no more than five minutes to invite four of the larger fellows to the rat-trap motel across the street. They fucked her in every orifice, mouth, cunt, and ass. Most times all three at once as she jacked off the odd man out. Who knows how much semen she ingested? Probably enough to impregnate a small country. Young, dumb, and full of cum, those fellows, and your slut-whore of a wife was more than willing to indulge in all of their debauched fantasies. She's truly insatiable. One time, she even talked to you on her cell phone as she took it up the ass from one of them. They all had a great laugh about that. Can you picture it, Mr. Henry? The drunken sod pounding away into your wife's already semen-coated ass as she's talking to you, and them laughing their sick asses off afterwards."
I really didn't believe a word he was saying, but his words still stabbed me deeply, wounding my pride.
It's funny, though, after all the crap I know this asshole's heaped onto Karen and me, it's his smug taunts that finally send me over the edge.
As quick as a cobra strike, I leaped over the counter with the intent of beating him to death with my bare hands. Damn the police and damn prison. I was going to make it personal, and I was going to make it hurt.
Beetlesmith went wide-eyed in surprise and quickly turned to run from me.
Then, just as I was about to lay my hands on him, I was assaulted by a stench that sent me reeling backward and putting me on my knees.
It was a stench worse than anything I could ever imagine, let alone encounter. Not even a thousand corpses rotting days in the summer sun could produce such a reek. So overwhelming to my senses, I vomited right there on the floor. It wafted around me like a heavy fog, encasing me in a shroud of putrid death. I was certain I could feel it oozing into my every pore, weakening me...corrupting me. I dared not breathe it in, and vainly forced air back out my nostrils and against the invading stink. I vomited again, and shut my eyes to it, less its corrupting force would somehow leave me blind.
Then, as quickly as it came, I felt it leave. At the same moment, I sensed a sudden change in the sounds and atmosphere around me.
I took a quick breath through my mouth. I could tell the air was more wholesome again, although a bit stale. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Beetlesmith's shop.
I recognized where I was immediately. I stood, weak-kneed, in the cavernous room from my dreams.
Everything was the same, save for the two chairs that were usually occupied by Karen and Gloria, but now, stood vacant beneath the two lights. The room felt cold and damp, and I still had no sense of walls or a ceiling, though I knew they existed. There was no sound at first, except for a slow drip of water. Against the chill, I wrapped my arms around myself, and waited, alone, for whatever was to come next.
Then above the sound of dripping water, I began to hear soft murmurs coming from somewhere in the darkness of the hall.
I followed these new sounds, and as I drew nearer, the murmurs became louder and more rancorous.
I continued walking toward the sounds.
A lighter shade of black, surrounded by the deeper darkness of the room, formed and grew in front of me. I recognized it as an opening to the cavernous hall.
I quickened my pace.
As I neared the opening, the more discernible to my ears the rancorous noise became. There could be no doubt as I stood at the threshold; it was the human sound of monumental hopelessness, pain, misery, and horror. It filled the air as I stepped out of the room.
There, before me lay the same flat plain dotted with craggy outcroppings that I saw outside of Beetlesmith's months ago. This was no vision, however. The look, smell, and feel of it all assaulted my senses. It was all too real, and filled me with monumental dread.
On the opposite side of that narrow, fetid river from my visions, I saw the reason for the horror-filled voices.
Two great beasts stalked the far bank. Each was twice as big as a man, walking upright as we do. Their bodies carried by two, long, muscular legs. Great, powerful arms hung down low below their knees, like an ape's, their knuckles nearly touching the ground.
A thick neck supported a massive, triangular-shaped skull, wide at the brow, but narrowing to a point at the chin. A row of small horns rimmed the top of their foreheads, given them the appearance of wearing a bony crown.
They swiveled their massive heads constantly as if seeking hidden prey, and sending thick stands of putrid drool in all directions. Wide mouths housed rows of sharp fangs, which they bared often in a horrific display. When not overtly displaying them, their teeth were concealed by fat, liver-colored lips, which bestow to their faces an almost slothful and gluttonous look.
I couldn't discern a nose or snout to speak of, just two small opens just above their fat lips.
Their large, unblinking eyes were amorphous with no pupil or iris, appearing to be made of a solid piece of stone rather than anything organic—hard as steel and black as coal.
Carrying kukri—long, scythe-like forward bending blades in their claws—they incessantly paced back and forth like caged dogs in front of a large throng of people, grunting and screeching in some unknown tongue while waving their blades wildly above their massive heads, and keeping the people herded into a tight group like animals.
The people were reminiscent of those from a mortal life. All were adults, male and female alike, each having a head, body, two arms and legs. However, they possessed an odd, yet warm, internal luminescence that glowed brightly, and often sparked briefly whenever they moved—appearing as if they shimmered reflected sunlight off the rippling waters of a pond.
I can only assume I was seeing the eternal manifestation of the soul of those recently departed from our mortal plane.
Using a free claw, one of the beasts grabbed a male spirit by his neck. Lifting him from the group as one may pluck a flower, the one beast pressed the man into a heavy post that was jutting out of the ground. As the beast held him up against the plank, the other one hammered a spike through the upper part of the man's chest, just below his collarbone, securing him to the post.
There, left dangling from the spike, the man writhed and screamed in agony. Moreover, and adding to the nightmare I was witnessing, with his full weight bearing him down against the heavy spike, I could hear the discernible sounds of bone cracking and splintering above his screams.
Flanking the crucified man, the beasts touched the tip of their kukri high on either side of his chest. Although they didn't draw their blades across his body, they cut nonetheless. Two, long gashes formed from where the tips of their blade touched his sides, extending to his breastbone, and splitting him open to expose the muscle and sinew beneath.
The soul emitted a high-pitched screech, more animal-like than human, as he thrashed his arms and legs anew against the pain the beasts had just inflicted.
Many in the captive throng tried to run at that point, turning their bodies opposite to the tortured man in an attempt at a quick dash.
There was no escape, however. Even that small desire to step a smidgen away from the eternal carnage was denied them, as some unseen force froze their feet to the ground. Nor could they close their eyes, or turn their heads, or even cover their ears against the tormented soul's animal screams. They were made to stand, and watch, and listen to the horror unfolding in front of them. The horror they, themselves, will soon experience.
Grabbing what could only be a loose flap of skin hanging from the newly formed gash, one of the beasts pulled it down, ripping a long panel of flesh away from the tortured man's body. The other beast did the same from the other gash.
Over and over the beasts took turns cutting, then ripping the man's flesh away from head to heel. They skinned him, leaving his hide in a tattered mound piled up at the base of the post.
His screams... Oh the screams, loud and incessant and defiantly unearthly, they tore into the other waiting souls like a dull knife that rips flesh rather than cuts. I could see his screams stamped on their faces, the looks of great suffering, as each of them reacted to the infinite depth of pain and helplessness the tortured man was inflicted by.
Drool dripped profusely from the fangs of the beasts as they howled and hooted uproariously in laughter. The soul's writhing agony was providing them great sport as they continued to flay.
And each time they ripped a piece of him away, the man's internal luminescence dimmed, slowly but inexorably, until appearing no more than weak candlelight behind thick, smoky glass. Finally, as the last tattered piece of skin was torn away, even that feeble light winked out into darkness.
Their fun momentarily ended, the beasts quartered what remained of the man's carcass, throwing the pieces and limbs along the banks of the river. Pulling the spike out of the post, they tossed the torso along the bank with the rest of him, and with a loud grunt, they kicked the gathered pile of skin there as well.
They then went back to pacing in front of the throng of souls, barking, and hooting, deciding who will be next for the post.
One of them grabbed a smallish woman nearby.
Her internal luminescence sparked and pulsed as she fought vainly against its grip.
Its lips curled into what I could only construe as a twisted smile before he put her whole head fully into its mouth. Then it bit down ripping her head from her torso.
Just as her head was severed, a brilliant flash of light emitted from deep within her, casting shadows everywhere. And just as quickly as her essence flashed of light, everything went black, as if a light bulb had burst, momentarily bathing everything in a warm luminescence before the filament quickly grows dark and cold.
In the shadow play caused by that brief luminescence, I saw the other beast dance and howl a pagan rite of delight, and then capping off its merriment by throwing its kukri hither and yon into the group, and haphazardly slashing, stabbing, and gutting everyone in its wake.
The beast with the woman threw her torso toward the river bank. It continued to roll her head around in its mouth like a child sucking on a jawbreaker before spitting it out at her lifeless carcass. The head was covered with a thick, putrid drool that sizzled and smoked, eating away and corrupting what little flesh still remained on the skull.
I turned my eyes away, looking down at the bank of the river, hoping beyond hope that I had seen the worst of it.
It was then that I saw the gnome-like creatures from my dreams emerging from the reeds. They went about picking up the scattered pieces of the soul that was flayed alive earlier, and placed them together in close proximity along the bank.
Then, I saw the pieces of him moving...reattaching. Arms and legs, bits of flesh and skin recombined back into something barely resembling a human form. Even the soul's internal light was back, though greatly diminished from before.
Yes, he was recombined, but it was all done imperfectly. Everything about him was skewed. Nothing on him matched to what used to be. No limb placed in its proper position or orientation. Even his skin was haphazardly arranged so that it bunched in great fleshy knots in some places, and in other places none occurred at all. He was recreated. Yes, forever recreated into a bent, twisted, crippled, disfigured and misshapen, manifestation of his former self.
The soul briefly and silently looked at the others before trudging off across the plain, as if some silent command beckoned him to go. The headless woman followed, also bent and crippled, her near fleshless skull was attached somewhere close to the base of her spine.
I heard another scream and more wailing. The beasts had chosen another soul to torment, nailing them to their cross in preparation for skinning. I didn't watch. My eyes followed the ones who just left.
In front of them, and at some distance, I saw another crippled soul, and then another further along the plain. There was a whole line of them, some walking on misshapen and mismatched limbs, others slithering because they had no limbs at all, and all making for the same destination. And there, where the line of souls ended, I could see the opening of a great cave.
My heart froze as fear gripped me. I could feel unspeakable evil residing in that place. An evil manifestation so dreadful and horrific, it made everything I had seen so far pale in comparison. Cruel and calculating evil, forever feasting on the misery it inflicts on both the living and the dead.
I knew above all else, I did not want to meet what resided in that cave.
I turned to run back to the room where I first found myself, and nearly ran into a pair of tall stakes sticking out of the ground. I followed the stakes up to their ends. There, towering above me at the top of each pike, was a human head.
The blood still dripped from their severed necks and off the reedy tendons and torn flesh that hung down from where they were severed. Their eyes were still open, but devoid of the spark of life, appearing milky, without color or definition—blank, pale, lifeless orbs. I saw their twisted faces, frozen in their last horrid moments of living; frozen except for their mouths, which continued moving in some grizzly prayer, as if their heads were ripped off as they pleaded for mercy.
It was Karen and Gloria.
I couldn't take anymore horror, so I closed my eyes to it all and screamed.
I was still screaming moments later when I felt the texture of the atmosphere change once again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in Beetlesmith's shop, still kneeling on the floor and looking down into a large puddle of my vomit.
Disoriented, my head still reeling over what I had just seen, I heard Beetlesmith chuckling softly beside me as he sat in his accustomed stool.
Not daring to look at him, I gathered up as much courage as I could, and asked, "What just happened to me?"
Beetlesmith answered, almost in a whisper, "A common frame of reference at last. You are blessed, Mr. Henry. Yes, blessed. It's not every day a man sees his final destination, and lives to tell about it."
Suddenly, all the sights and sounds that I had just experienced played over again in my mind. Just as real as before, I saw it all with crystal clarity. I even felt every drop of pain and horror from all those souls. Their sufferings stab me in an instant, deep within, as their screams filled my head, and knocking all the wind out of me.
It was a quick and casual reminder from the dark powers that everything I witnessed was real, and it would stay freshly imprinted in my mind from then on in order to keep me compliant.
Beetlesmith added a little insurance just in case I didn't get their message. "Did you see your wife and friend?"
Being too sick and weak at the moment, I just nodded my head.
"That was just a warning. Do what we say, or that and worse will happen to them right before your eyes. Make no mistake, Mr. Henry, we play hard ball and we play it for eternity."
Gasping for breath, I asked, "Those people...all those people...so much agony... What was that place?"
"Come, come, Mr. Henry, you're being purposefully obtuse, now. You know its name."
Yes, I knew what I saw, but lacked the guts to say it aloud. I panted, "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Goddamn it, now you're being obtuse. You know what I mean. Why me? What have I done?"
"You have broken laws, and have committed great sins against humanity when you administered the elixir to the unwitting. So stop all of these childish, 'Whys,'" he mocked, "Your final destination is Hell, Mr. Henry. Get used to that fact."
I yelled at first. Isn't that what the guilty do to feign innocence? They yell. "What laws? There are no laws! Show me these laws."
"Come now, Mr. Henry. Does it really matter?"
"Yes, it matters! How can I break laws I don't know even exist..."
"Oh, they exist, Mr. Henry. They are the universal laws that bind everyone...everything in the cosmos. Even the Cruel Ones and Bright Ones are bound by them."
"Bullshit! How can I be punished for things I don't even know exist?"
He chuckled before answering, "My first reply to that is, "Ignorantia juris non excusat."
"I don't understand Greek, you fuck!"
"Latin."
"Fuck you!"
"Ignorance of the law is no excuse," Beetlesmith translated.
"That's a fucking lawyer's dodge."
"Judge's really, but don't play the babe in the woods now. You knew what you were doing was wrong, and do you know why?" He briefly touched his head and then his chest while saying, "You felt it here and here, each time you administered the elixir. Those were pangs of conscience. Everyone has one, Mr. Henry, even you. It's your very own tell-tale heart. The conscience is issued to us at birth, along with our hearts and our kidneys, and it is in direct connection to those universal laws you say don't exist. All you had to do is listen to your conscience to stay out of trouble. It will never steer you wrong."
"And that's it? I'm destined for Hell for ignoring my conscience?"
"No, Mr. Henry, you fell in league with the dark forces, the Cruel Ones, and that's why you're going to Hell. Come now, you could feel the taint of us on that pathway you chose during our first conversation and many subsequent, yet you ignored all the warning signs from your conscience. You *are* going to Hell, and have no one to blame but yourself."
"I refuse it!"
"I refuse it," he mocked with a laugh. "You can't. And no amount of prayer, or pleading, or good deeds can alter your fate. The die is cast, as they say. What's done cannot be undone. However, you still have choices. Yes, choices, Mr. Henry. When you enter Hell it can either be as a hero to a hero's welcome or as a leper who is destined, forever, to absorb the full wrath of all those who rule there."
"What kind of a choice is that?"
"The only one left you."
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A Koi Request “Are you sure?” She asked shyly.
He thumbed through the book carefully. “I don’t see why not. The book is clear enough. I think I can manage.”
She bit lightly into her lip, worrying. “I…”
“I can turn around, if that’s going to bother you.” He didn’t wait for her response, he just turned around and sat down cross legged on the wooden platform.
She struggled a bit with her anxiety, wondering if this was really the right choice. But the lure of the promise pulled at her. She had asked him, after all. Slowly the blouse buttons came undone, the fabric slipping off her soft shoulders. The bra followed, both it and the shirt dropping to the deck with barely a whisper against the subtle burbling of the pumps. Her skirt followed, along with a lacy pink pair of panties. Her shoes already lay discarded, her socks neatly tucked into them just beyond the gazebo that stood overlooking the small pond.
Barely a pool really. But the glitter in it of the golds, orange and white fish that smoothly slipped along under the surface. She shivered a little, not just from the light breeze, but also because she was afraid that this was going to work. She both wanted and feared what would come. He’d promised, but she’d never asked if he could undo the spell. Already she could hear him chanting, the long slow syllables in a language long since dead echoing around her.
What would she feel? Would she know? She slipped down to a crouch, slowly lowering one foot, then the other into the water, watching the ripples roll outward. The brightly colored fish, her father’s prized possessions, darted away. Maybe she would be more to him now? She wasn’t sure, but she loved the fish. So calm, so peaceful. She envied their existence.
Chen’s voice rose slowly, edging into her consciousness. She let herself slide into the weave of the sound, her body almost swaying with his cadence. She could feel her feet still stirring the water, but it no longer felt cold. Her hands ran down her hips, feeling small shifts in her skin, places where a sudden roughness formed, hard yet still supple. It was too late to change her mind now. Already her legs were fusing, her hips shifting, forcing her back into a leaning posture.
She tried not to look, just to feel. Her eyes closed as she felt things inside her move and shift. The twisting that accompanied the merging of her feet, and the slow spreading of her caudal fin.
A small tickle crossed her lips, and she reached up to feel the small barbels that sprouted on either side of her mouth. She wondered if they looked cute, but the thought drifted away, lost, as she felt her fingers grow sticky. Stretching them only to feel her fingers pull against each other as small bits of skin grew between each digit. Ah, so that was part of it, she had wondered how she would swim.
The chanting was slowing now, and she could feel the mass that had been her legs pressing over the edge of the dock uncomfortably. Her tail tip barely submerged, swishing back and forth.
She opened her eyes even as she feared he might turn to see her. Her breath becoming short. She gazed down, feeling the shift in her lungs as they rose and fell, burning slightly. Only briefly did she ponder that there, below her small pert breasts lay the shimmering tail, a beautiful mix of gold and orange, with hints of black. It was stunning, but her breath was burning now, and she slid herself into the water, completely at ease in the shallow depths. The liquid refreshed her as it cascaded across her new gills, letting her feel the freedom from society. She slid back letting her powerful tail gyrate in the water, holding her level with the surface. She couldn’t hear him now. She was all but underwater. Lifting her head, she stared up at the surface, barely inches above her. Realization dawned on her that the cloud of her hair had turned a fiery orange, tipped with black.
Above the surface she could see his boots on the dock, his body a shadow under the trees. She didn’t want to be seen naked, and she crossed her arms to hid her small breasts, only then rising to the surface to meet his dark gaze.
She tried to talk, but no words came. Her voice lay lost without air. But he seemed to understand all the same. She thanked him. He nodded, solemnly, or perhaps sadly. He could see her beauty, inhuman now though it was. Around her darted the prized fish that she now mirrored in her own scaly form, save for that beautiful face that beckoned from amidst the strands of hair.
He said nothing, and she asked for nothing. It was complete. Perhaps now, her father would value her more than his precious koi. But perhaps, she had lost something of value that she had never realized she’d had.
She slid back under the water, a few bubbles showing where she sank down into the deepest parts of the pool. With her gone Chen turned and strode away. He never had the heart to tell her that her request was permanent. He only wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Even if it wasn’t ever going to be him. Glancing back at the pool one last time he wondered if he’d ever come back.
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Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor
I've never been a big fan of toons. Now, don't get me wrong, I was a little kid once too and used to like seeing them perform on the street or watching them every Saturday morning. But the older I get the more I see them as a nuisance. They're always pulling their gags on unsuspecting people and getting in the way. I started up a small juice shop near the university so I get a lot of student customers but they're always talking about toons or bringing one in. I haven't enforced a 'no toon' policy yet but I'm getting close; it's been tiresome pulling toon money out of the till and watch it dance off the counter and out the door.
Then the gym moved in next door. Well, I say moved in but it was always a gym. It was great business for all the big guys that came in wanting protein shakes and fruit smoothies. I even started carrying supplements just for them. But it wasn't always a toon gym. I pulled into work one morning and there it was with a brand new sign. "Leo the Lifter's Gym" it read in big garish letters with a cartoon lion next to them, flexing one arm and grinning wide. I had to admit, it looked pretty good. Most toons were simplistic and... well, toony. This one looked bigger, more defined. I quickly got to see just how defined as the lion himself stepped out while I was admiring the sign.
He was big. Bigger than big, really. That same grin from the sign matched the one on his muzzle perfectly. He towered a solid foot over me and I'm already a pretty tall guy at 6'3". He was wide too; I wasn't sure I'd even be able to get my arms all the way around him. Not that I wanted to, I mean. I was about pec height with him so I got a face full of chest as he stepped into the air. Every muscle on him was firm and curved like it'd been shaped with a... well, I guess being a toon it was correct to say an artist's brush. He'd been drawn that way. Or something. I'd never really been up on how toons were made. But this one had been made well. Not that I was into that sort of thing, mind you. I've had a few on-again off-again girlfriends.
I just couldn't help but notice every perfectly drawn line on him. His pecs were big and bulging, his abs flat and packed, and his arms were as thick as tree trunks. He wore nothing but a pair of tight shapeless speedos that were pretty typical for any muscle toon. He looked like he'd be right at home at a beach or a weight lifting competition. Well, I say shapeless. But I could swear I saw something of a bulge in the front of those things. That wasn't right for a toon, they were all sexless. Just ken-doll style, no bits and maybe a butt crack. I shook myself away from the thought, I mean who needs to think about toons and genitals, and looked up at him, trying to get a good grimace going that never seemed to reach my face.
"Hello," I said, just to be polite. The big lion never quit grinning. He turned his head just so until I could hear an audible pop from his neck then set his hands to his broad hips.
"G'morning, Ah'm Leo tha Lifter," he said with pleasant rumble. He seemed to take a breath and swell just a bit bigger. Was he trying to intimidate me? No no. That would've been silly. Toons didn't do that. "How're ya'll doin' today?"
"Just. J-just fine," I said. I paused. Did I just stutter? I never stuttered. I shook the thought away again and continued with "Yourself?"
Leo's grin widened and he took another deep breath through his nose as he leaned back. Another loud -pop- came from his back. His two golden eyes stared down at me and I swear he was sizing me up like someone sizes up a meal. He even licked his lips softly and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Doin fahne, just fahne," he rumbled with a long, slow drawl. His grin turned to a smirk as he reached an immense paw out and clapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Just lookin over mah new establishment," he said with a purr. I tried not to buckle under the light touch. Even from the light pat I could feel the strength hidden in those muscles. Those big, ripped muscles. He could probably have squished me like a bug if he chose. But toons didn't do that! No one ever died of a toon. It was all fun and games and silliness.
"What happened to Mr. Groves?" I asked after a moment. He was the owner of the gym and a... well I hesitate to say nice guy. He had a mouth fouler than a sailor's and had a pretty short fuse. Kind of a scary guy in fact but he always tipped well and never started problems in my shop.
"Oh, tha fellah that kept saying all them dirty words? He's decahded to put his gym under new management, take it in new dahrections" the lion smirked again and took another deep breath. I felt like I was in the shadow of a mountain standing before him, even with the morning sun shining bright on the both of us. It was a bit disquieting and I couldn't look him in the eyes, just down at his big pecs and the pert nipples. Wait.. nipples? Toons usually didn't have those. But each rigid mound had a perfect pink circle poking out from the golden fur. The chest flexed once and I just about jumped.
"Uh, directions?" I asked. The big lion grinned again, he was really good at that, and slid his massive arms up behind his head while he leaned against the building. I half expected the building to start leaning.
"Ayup. More toon clientele, for one," he purred softly. Those big pecs flexed again and the whole broad body tensed up. "Ah like to make toons bigger. Ya'll like big things, don'tcha?" That melodic purr rumbled from his chest again and this time I was absolutely sure I saw the front of his speedo twitch. What had been a smooth, flat surface was now definitely full and conforming to some big goodies. I mean, his groin. I looked away quickly, my face turning red, and made sure no one had seen me staring at some toon's crotch.
"Hmmm?" he purred again, though this time it seemed nearly a growl. I snapped up and looked him in the eye. At least, I thought I tried to but ended up back at those big pink nipples again. Try as I might my eyes never quite reached his eyes.
"Y-yeah. Who doesn't like big things?" came out of my mouth. It wasn't exactly what I'd intended to say but then, I'm not sure what I had intended to say. Maybe that was it afterall? The lion took another long, slow, very deliberate, breath and watched me with those predatory eyes.
"That's what Ah say. Bigger tha better," he purred and just relaxed against his new building. Well, as relaxed as all those big hard muscles could get. My eyes went down to that shapely bulge again. It was ridiculous! Especially on a toon. Seeing all those flat groins so often you just grew used to it. Maybe bigger was better, I thought. The red speedo twitched and, I think, throbbed. It was so thick and full and starting to stretch. He had to be huge. I mean, the rest of him was huge. That didn't really mean much for a human but a toon...
I shook my head again and tried to look up in his eyes again. Got to about his chin that time, anyway, and tried to stammer something about having to open my shop.
"Ah, o'course. Ah shouldn't keep ya from yer business. Though Ah was thinking ya'll might come by sometime, I'd like to give you a nahce, thick protein shake," Leo's grin literally sparkled in the morning light. The big cat stood up slowly and again I felt as if I was in the shadow of some colossus, like looking up at a an office building towering over you. My whole face was red and my knees knocked together. Part of me, a part that had started at the back of my head and was becoming more and more pronounced the longer I stood near Leo, wanted to drop to my knees. Wanted to see what was hiding in that toony speedo. Wanted to get bigger and be big with the lion.
His big hand clapped down on my shoulder and those thoughts evaporated as quickly as they had come. I took a deep breath and was able to look him in the eye. That shadowed feeling was gone now, he even seemed shorter now. He smiled pleasantly.
"Ya'll best get going. Ya'll have a good morning, ya?" he purred happily and patted my shoulder. I blinked a bit and wondered why the last few minutes seemed to be kind of blurry. For some reason I risked a glance down at his crotch only to find your typical toon flatness. That was right. Toons didn't have dicks or the like. Why would they? We gave each other a light smile and nod before I turned toward my shop. Maybe a toon gym next door wouldn't be so bad. It was a pretty good laugh when the money would dance off the counter.
I pulled my keys out and started to unlock the door. I looked up over at Leo, who gave me another grin, and ducked back into his new gym. For a fleeting moment I could swear I saw those speedos tented up something fierce. The last thing I saw of him was that perfectly toned ass, a red string just up between the cheeks, and the whipflick of his tail before he was inside. I clicked the key in the lock and just laughed to myself. Toons weren't sexy, that was just ridiculous. Though maybe a visit to the gym wouldn't be a bad idea
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Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor by Tredain
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Col sat, his eyes fixed firmly upon his Mistress, the one that the humans called Lia. Her hand stroking his head made his stump wag, and his head tilt into the canine equivilant of bliss. Within moments though, his nose twitched, and he wriggled closer, resting his head upon her thigh, and sniffing secretively at her panty covered slit, his doggy nose having already caught the scent of heavy arousal.
He whined softly when she rose, and stood with her, his nose lifting up to try and reach inbetween her thighs. However, she ordered him to lay, and so lay he did, his head gazing at her as though she was his lifeline. While he lay there, his short black fur gleaming healthily. He knew just what he was, and where his place was and because of this he was, luckily, well adjusted.
As the other human, whose territory they were sharing walked through, he threw to Col what was a tasty treat, but one which he ate cleanly. Licking his paws clearly of the crumbs from the dry biscuit, the Dobarman stretched out a little, weighing just a touch under 100 pounds he was a massive creature, muscled and strong. Col knew that he was the largest dog like him he had ever seen, since he was slightly larger than normal, a full 32 inches tall.
He knew his mistress loved him, she proved it to him day and night, she didn't care that he didn't conform to the standards set by some humans far away. Col was intelligent, maybe more so that some dogs simply because of the time he had had lavished upon him and training that he had been through. Eventually Col drifted off to sleep, not realising when the Alpha male human came rushig downstairs, smelling odd, or when his mistress got out the shower, his ears only perking when she started down the stairs.
He waited with barely suppressed excitement, sat underneath the tail, his head resting on his mistress' thighs, his nose dipped in between them just about as far as was possible for him to still be able to breath in the delicious scent he could still smell there. As his mistress stood, so did he, bouncing friskily around her legs, having eaten this morning and been out before she had sat and eaten herself. He followed her upstairs, and into the room they had been co-inhabiting, and there Col changed...
Col growled, lunging at Lia, his teeth shining as they snatched, and latched onto her t-shirt, tearing a large hole in the thin cotton. He wasn't happy with her, and here, he was the one in control. He used the hold he had on the thin, and useless, bit of cotton still clutched in his teeth, and growled, the sound very low, before Lia lowered her head, and slowly, so as not to anger him further, sat down on the floor.
As soon as he saw his mistress sit on the floor, the dog licked at her face, and inside her mouth, his raspy tongue catching the roof of her mouth, her teeth and then the underneath of her tongue as she brought it up to meet his. He tasted from her mouth for a few minutes, until he felt a hand gently brushing against his side, and then nudge against his hip. Slowly tugging his muzzle away, Col relaxed onto his side, his left hindleg lifted up as he growled commandingly.
He only ceased the nasty noise when the human girl stroked her hand along his belly, before brushing, just a tantalising brush, over his sensitive, and already bulging sheath. When she pulled her hand away, Col began to growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, and his lips slowly lifting into a very pissed off snarl. It died into a somewhat strangled whimper as he felt what could only be her mouth, and her hair, brushing against his sensitive belly. He waited, shivering impatietly, before humping upwards instinctively, lodging his cock deep inside her throat, uncaring at how she gagged.
She pulled back a little, and took a deep breath, angling her throat just as Col humped again, faster and harder, his whole length disappearing between her lips. Col concentrated on the bliss caused by his rapid and almost savage humping, knowing his mistress would soon be getting a lovely warm drink, which would leave him open to indulge in his favorite past time. Both Lia and the doberman could feel th swollen lump of muscle swelling right at the base of his cock, and almost in a desparate fury, Col twisted, managing to get his paws onto Lia's shoulders, and he really humped fast, finally managing to get some sort of release, as Lia grasped his knot in one hand, wobbling and unsteadily, and squuezed it. Almost immediately, Col yipped, and shot his cum deep into her belly, in long scalding spurts.
Tugging away, he panted, bending to lick at himself, and then nosed at the coughing Lia, his nose travelling up her thighs to the cleft of her ass, and nudging impatiently. He growled, and then lightly bit into Lia's thigh, his teeth just drawing blood, but making her spread her legs a little as she jumped. He growled again, but this time he managed to drag his raspy tongue right inside her slit, his whole body shuddering at the heavenly taste that was better than toilet water and stolen food together. He continued to feast on the juices his msitress had secreted, though as usual, the more he licked the more eeped copiously down and onto his muzzle.
He continued to lick, even through her muffled breathy moans and whines of lust. He finally began to actually dig his tongue inside her, the rboad muscle slipping inside just to rasp gently alongside her inner wall, before being pushed out by a shudder. Col kept pushing it in, scraping a littke more roughly against a hard bump of what he took to be nerves. His thought was right as his mistressed convulsed as though electrocuted, and his muzzle was suddenly flooded with even more of the juices he had so eagerly anticipated.
Their evenings together were different here, more experimental.and somehow more meaningful. tugging back, he thoughtfully lapped at the small puddle of juices, before growling, and mounting onto what would be, if only for this short time, his bitch, his mate, his mistress. Resting his heavy body against her back, however caused her to collapse as the orgasms she had just had had exhausted her. Col growled, nipping her ass to get her up, only for her to collapse on her belly across the futon bed.
He no longer cared who was human who was dog, he just saw what he wanted and he went for it. Col reared up, and settled his hips against Lia's, and carefully gripped her shoulder with his muzzle, humping wildly against her in hopes that he would soon be enclosed inside her hot, wet depths. His stump wagged slowly as he felt the tapered tip of his cock slide inside her, and he froze for a second, before adjusting himself, shifting his bite onto her neck, and his forelegs in front of her hips.
He thrust so hard, that he almost managed to hilt himself completely. The hot silken heat literally drove him wild, and he began to savagely thrust deep within the human below him, causing her to grunt a little. He used his forelegs to draw her in against her thrusts, further wettening her passage with his own copiously spurting pe. He was determined to make her his, once again. His hips sped up a little as his knot grew, and began to tug at her as he thrust, until it got stuck on the outside, causing him to whimper in frustration. He withdrew until just his tip remained inside, before slamming his hips forward, and jerking her backwards with his forelags and the bite to her throat, squeezing the knot inside her, and making her muffle a scream by biting the cover. He continued to pump his hips, though more leisurely, he was determined to make sure that he claimed her properly.
It was while he was moving his hips that the human male walked in, and Col wagged his tail, before speeding up once again, only to completely stop and snarl, his balls tightening to his body as he spurted inside her, his knot tying them together for the few minutes Col took to finish. When he turned around, he pulled his mistress to her feet, and tugger, whimpering a little as his knot was tugged out, followed by the rush of their mixed juices. He moved away, and began to lick at himself, only looking up when he noticed the older human male mating with his msitress. He was interested, so got up, hearing the grunts and moans of both humans, and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was only when his mistress screamed, that he began licking at her, and upon tasting her juices, mixed with his and another flavor, one that he had found different, that he dragged his coarse tongue over the human male, cleaning him up to.
Once his curiosity was satisfied, he leapt onto the bed, eyeing Lia with the same hunger in his eyes he had shown earlier, his lust not even abated after the rough mating he had just given her. After all, now was breeding time for the wolves, and being so close to the woods, even he had been tempted to force himself upon a bitch or two, not wolves, just strays who were always teasing. He shook his head, and then yawned, suddenly too tired out to think about another mating.
When he woke up, his mistress was beside him, though now with a collar on that matched his, and leashes were attached to both. The human male came in, rattling his keys, and Col leapt off the bed, eager to go for a car ride, and wondering just where they'd end up. The only thing that gave him pause for thought was how his mistress was treated. When she got on the backseat, the human male tied her leash to the other day handle, and then slapped her ass, whilst calling Col. Col leapt up, and without any preliminary licks, began to dry hump against her, getting himself worked up. The male human laughed as he did so, and began to drive, leaving Col to do as he wanted.
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Role Reversal, Col's POV by WaterSinger
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I stood on the bus with my left paw holding onto the cool railing above my head. The motions of the bus swayed me back and forth as the bus moved along the downtown streets. My eyes fixed on the floor below me covered in dirt, gum, and scrap pieces of paper left my other passengers. My mind wandered as I contemplated what I was doing. I was starting to scare myself. My right paw remained in my pocket holding onto the piece of paper. Had all of this turned me into some sort of amateur vigilante? About four times I decided to throw the number away and let Bosh and the police take care of it. Each time I thought of that, I thought about the "what if's" like what if they can't solve it? What if Kyle is attacked again? What if I could have done something about it?
The latter question was the one that kept my mind set on my mission. I was going to do everything that I could to end this. Nervousness started to take over my body and I needed to clear my head a bit. Riding the bus wasn't helping so when the bus came to a halt; I stepped off of the bus along with a couple other people. The bus rolled away as I looked at my surroundings. I was at a part of town that was unfamiliar to me. I had never seen any of these buildings.
I started walking with no destination in mind. My footpaws wandered along the concrete sidewalk. I thought about Kyle. I thought about that night in his basement when he told me that he was gay and then I when told him that I was gay. That led me to think of our first kiss.
A smile formed across my muzzle. I couldn't help it. The thought of Kyle that night was overwhelmingly happy and it took my mind off of the present for a moment.
Off in the distance, I heard laughter and it broke me out of my daze. I was walking by a playground in a small park. I walked towards one of the nearby benches facing the playground and watched.
The sight of the cubs running around playing some sort of game was oddly comforting. Maybe it was their innocence that got to me. Nothing mattered to them except for what was happening at that moment. It made me think that I was like that not that long ago. Just a few months ago, the only thing that worried me was coming out to John. Now that I think about it, it seemed stupid to worry about it. Things changed so much since then. Now I'm meeting up with an undercover agent doing God knows what. After all that Kyle and I have gone through, I wasn't sure when things would go back to the way they were. Then Kyle and I could live in a somewhat normal relationship.
That brought my thoughts back to Kyle and the images of him hugging his younger brother. The bond that they shared was as strong as brotherly bonding could be. That also led me to think of their past, how terrible their early childhood was and of their father. Then the thought of their father raping Kyle and sending people to kill him and Cole came. It was then that I realized that my paws were clenched into fists and that I was shaking a bit. I knew right then what I had to do.
I pulled out the piece of paper at last and pulled out my phone. I unraveled the paper with the phone number and the other notes I scribbled down and stared at them. This was it, now or never. I made sure to dial in the 69 before putting in the number so that it showed up as a restricted number. I typed in the number exactly how I wrote it earlier. I paused over the send button on my phone.
*Is this the right thing to do? Am I making a mistake?* Those thoughts ran through my head as I backed away from the send button. Then the images of Kyle in the alleyway and of him telling his past overshadowed the doubts. I pressed the send key and put the phone to my ear, holding my breath.
I heard a ring, then a second, then a third. A part of me wanted the number to be a dud and another part wondered why no one was answering.
The ringing stopped, but no voicemail instructions came up. It was just scilence. I moved my phone away from my ear and looked at my screen. My phone indicated that the call was still going on. I put the phone back to my ear and I hear breathing. It was faint, but I could still hear it. Whoever was on the other end of the line was waiting for me to make the first move, and I knew I had to do it. I looked at the paper with the number on it and looked at the other notes I made wondering what I should say.
"Zig?" I asked cautiously. I wasn't sure whether to call him Zig or Officer Johnson, but I chose the first one. I waited to hear a response or an indication of the other guy hanging up the phone.
"Codeword," I heard on the other side of the line. It wasn't in the form of a question, it was demanding. I hastily looked at the paper, forgetting what the codeword was.
"Everest." I answered.
Zig's tone changed. "How did you get this number?"
I had not thought about this until he said something. What was I suppose to say? My heart picked up speed as I thought of something to say, "Detective Bosh gave it to me. He said that I should call you." I held my breath and waited to see if he had found me out or not.
"Hm, I thought that he was going to let me choose the guy. That fucking stallion doesn't trust me I guess," Zig said in a disgusted tone.
I didn't say anything after that because I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I just waited for Zig to start the conversation back up again.
Zig continued, "Well it's too late to change anything. Well I need to meet up with you to discuss everything that's going down. Meet me behind Giard's bar at ten tonight. Make sure no one follows you. I need to recognize you, what are you going to wear?"
I hesitated for a moment as I thought of something discrete that I could wear. "Uh, white shirt, black jacket, and jeans."
"Mhm," Zig said, "When you go behind the bar, I wanted you to stand next to the back door and lean up against the wall. Bring out a cigarette and a lighter. Flick the lighter three times and then light it. That way I'll know it's you."
"Okay," I said. I started to get a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach because I couldn't believe this was working.
Zig spoke up again, "Don't call this number again. I'll see you at Giard's. Don't be late." With that, Zig hung up with a click.
I put my own phone back in my pocket. The nerves picked up again as I thought about what I had just done. I was actually doing this. There was no turning back now. I passed the line of no return and now the only direction is forward.
I continued on my walk, reminiscing on my thoughts, unsure of my direction. By some miracle, by the time, I came back to my senses, I noticed that I was on campus again, but from the opposite side of my dorm room. I walked around the buildings as students with bags walked around, none of them acknowledging me. I continued to make my way towards my dorm when something caught my eye.
It was a tree sitting by itself, with most of its leaves still on the branches. It was the tree that I sat at when I came out to Mike. I remember sitting there close to tears and scared out of my mind that I was going to lose a friend. What a stupid thought that was. If only I had known then how much of a friend I had and how lucky I was. I sat down at the base of the tree just like I did that one day and took a deep breath.
The sounds of campus flooded my ears as I sat back and closed my eyes for a bit to focus on my surroundings. After all that had happened, it seemed like I was in constant motion. I needed to take a break from everything, but sadly, I knew that this wasn't the time for it.
I blinked as I slowly opened my eyes again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an otter walking with a group of friends. My eyes came into full focus as I turned my head to the Kyle. My tail thwacked against the tree behind me. Once I got a better look, I saw that it wasn't Kyle. It didn't look like him at all now that I got a good glimpse of him.
My tail stopped wagging as I slumped back down. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kyle's number. I put the phone to my ear and hear the phone ringing. After two rings it occurred to me that I had no idea why I called him.
"Hey Allen," Kyle said cheerfully on the other end of the line.
God it felt good to hear his voice again. "Hey Kyle," I answered.
"What's up?"
"Oh, it's a," I started but then stopped, "it's nothing. I just needed to hear your voice."
"Oh," Kyle's tone became concerned, "I'm glad I could help, what's wrong?"
"Well, a lot's been going on lately, and I guess it's just the stress that's getting to me."
"Do you need me to come over?" Kyle asked.
"No," I said a little too quickly, "I'm not in my dorm right now and I wont be tonight."
"Allen, what's going on?" The question was less concerning and more demanding.
"I," I began without knowing where the sentence will end, "I can't say. I promise that it's nothing to worry about. I'll tell about it later."
"Okay," Kyle said a little defeated.
I felt terrible hearing Kyle like that, I didn't want to become that person that pushed away the ones he loved.
"Look Kyle," I said, "I don't want to keep you in the dark, but there's something that I have to do and I can't tell you right now. I love you so much Kyle. You're the best thing that has happened to me. I want you to remember that."
There was a pause at the other end of the line. After a moment of no response, Kyle said, "I love you too Allen."
I hit the end call button and put my cell phone away. I stood up from the tree and headed back to my dorm room to get ready for tonight.
x--
I checked the clock on my wall. The time showed that it was nine o'clock; one hour before the set meeting time. I went straight to my closet and opened it up. I pulled out a pair of jeans and put my footpaws through them I pulled the waistband up to my hips and fasten the button in the back above the hole for my tail to go through. Once I had my pants on, I went to my drawer with all of my shirts and I dug through them to find a plain white shirt. I found one and inspected it to see if it had anything on it. I had nothing on it, so I pulled the shirt over my head. I then grabbed my black jacket that my dad gave to me. It was a simple jacket with pockets at the chest, mainly there for design, and a couple of pockets at the bottom at either side of the zipper that ran down the center of it.
I walked over to the sink in my dorm room and ran some water. I put my paw under the flowing water and then put it to the top of my head. I flattened my fur up there. After straightening my headfur, I inspected myself in the mirror. I was glad I did because I looked like a greaser in the 50s. Chuckling a bit, I brought my paws up to my head and ruffled up the fur. I looked more like I belonged in a back alley or on the streets if that makes any sense.
Checking the time again, I headed out of my room, locking it behind me, and headed out of my dorm. I stepped outside and noticed that it had gotten a little chillier. I made my way up to the nearest drugstore.
I pushed the door open and a little bell ringed as I stepped inside. The ram behind the counter didn't seem to notice me walk in. I went straight to the counter when the ram finally acknowledged my existence and stood behind the register.
"What can I do for ya?" he asked.
"A pack of Flaming Wolf cigarettes," I said in a dull tone trying to make it seem that I bought cigarettes all the time, "and a lighter."
The ram turned around and headed to the stash of cigarettes behind him and grabbed a pack of the cigarettes that I asked for and grabbed a small lighter. He came back to the register and punched in the items.
"That will be five seventy-two and I'll need to see some I.D." he droned in his monotone voice.
I fished my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out the money and my driver's license. I handed them to the ram together and he grabbed them. He only took a quick glance at my license probably because he was required to. He handed my pack my identification and put the money into the register.
"Twenty-eight cents is your change." He said handing me the coins, "Have a nice night."
I put the coins in my pocket and grabbed my things from the counter. Pocketing them, I headed for the door when I remembered that I wasn't sure where the bar was. I turned back around and went to the register again.
"Excuse me," I said. The ram didn't move his head from the magazine he was reading, but his eyes looked up at me. "How can I get to Giard's bar from here?"
He moved his hoof under his chin and looked up towards the ceiling in thought, "It's not too far from here," he said and he turned his gaze to me again, "go five blocks to your left as you leave, turn left, and then it will be two blocks from there. You should see a sign hanging above the sidewalk."
"Thanks," I said as I headed out towards the door. The bell chimed again when I opened the door and entered into the night.
Just as the ram instructed me, I turned left and headed in that direction. Downtown was different at night. I didn't have a lot of crime, but it still gave me that uneasy feeling inside of me. I walked past a couple of furs walking, paying no attention to me. About three blocks down, I saw a couple in front of me wearing nice evening attire. When I walked past them, I could have sworn I saw the lady put both of her paws on her purse as I came close. It was a good sign to me because at least I knew that my outfit was somewhat convincing.
Once I got to the end of the fifth block, I rounded the corner and headed down the last couple of blocks to my destination. There wasn't a lot of commotion happening outside on the sidewalks with the exception of a group of college students, obviously intoxicated, walking ahead of me laughing loudly at their own stupid jokes. They opened a door and all walked in together.
I looked above the door to see a sign above the door sticking out perpendicular to the sidewalk with a small light shining on it that read GIARD'S. As I approached the sign and the front door, I could hear a lot of commotion coming from inside. I peaked in and it was the typical people in a bar, the group of loud people, the alcoholics at the bar sitting by themselves, and some other random people trying to find a date. I looked at the clock that hung over the bar. It read a few minutes until ten.
There was a narrow alley to the left of the bar wide enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. I hesitated before walking into the alley. Flashbacks of that mugging came into my head, but I shook them out. I stepped into the alley. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness put not long after I entered the alley; there was another that ran behind the bar. This alley's only light source was a light above the back door to the bar. I walked to the door and stopped right next to it. I leaned against the rough brick structure with my shoulders and upper back. I put my right footpaw against the wall and reached into my pocket for the pack of cigarettes and lighter. I pulled one out and pocketed the rest of the pack. I put one end into my muzzle and held out my lighter.
Remembering what Zig instructed me to do, I clicked the lighter once, twice, thrice, and then lit the flame on the lighter. I brought the lighter to the end of the cigarette in my muzzle and sucked in a bit to get the flame going. I had never smoked before then, and now I knew why. It was disgusting. As soon as I took a whiff of the cigarette, I coughed immediately and pulled the cigarette with my paw out of my muzzle and let the smoke escape.
I looked to my left and to my right. Nothing. I knew I was at the right place at the right time. I looked at my cigarette once again and attempted to take another inhale of the stuff. I didn't feel addicted to it after seven seconds like I was told, I wanted to never touch the stuff again, but I decided that I needed to act natural. I sucked in the smoke again. I was a bit more bearable than the first time, but I still let out a small cough.
The movement of the small rocks on the ground caught my attention, as a black wolf approached me. He was dressed in black pants and a grey jacket. His hands were in his pocket. I stood about six inched taller than me.
"I'm Detective Johnson," the wolf said, "but call me Zig."
He stuck out his paw and I shook while saying, "Allen."
Zig immediately spoke, "First of all, I'm going to refer to you as Cobb when we enter the house."
"The house?" I asked.
He gave me a confused look, "Don't you know what's going down?"
"Bosh told me that you'd inform me tonight." I responded quickly.
"Christ," Zig said putting a paw to his face and shaking his head, "That stallion is losing his shit."
I said nothing to this. I just wanted to know what was going on before Zig found out that Bosh never sent me.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything," Zig said, "First of all, while Franz was incarcerated, he made a few friends in his cell block. About nine months ago, he along with a bunch of other inmates started a prison riot and during the riot, him and a few other inmates escaped. The police caught a couple of them, but Franz never was caught. I was already undercover for another case when the guy I was after told me that I needed to help out Franz so I became part of his inner circle. He said he came here because of some 'unfinished business.' I didn't know what he was talking about until after he sent two people after an otter named Kyle and kill him, but they were stopped by a couple of students passing by."
I tried to act like I didn't know that last part. After all, he had no idea that I was one of those two students. It was pretty easy because I wanted to learn more.
He continued, "One of the furs, a panther, apparently cracked and told police that he was sent by Franz. So now Franz is now laying low. It was after then that I found out that it was his own son and he said it was because of his son that Franz ended up incarcerated. He needs someone to get close to him and kill him. He trusted me to find the person to do it. You're the guy that he's going to think will kill the otter. I told him that I found someone and he wants to meet you tonight."
"Tonight?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "Don't worry about it, I'll be there too. He just wants to inspect you and see if you're cut out for the job."
I gave a slight nod as I thought about actually coming face to face with Kyle's father. Not only that, but I would have to listen to him and act like I don't want to rip his throat out.
I then heard steps coming from the darkness beyond the range that the light gave. A figure came into full view and I was that it was a stallion. It was Bosh.
He wore an overcoat over some casual clothes. Bosh didn't look at me immediately, but once he got close he glanced at me and then to Zig.
"Is this the guy?" Bosh asked Zig.
"Of course it is," Zig answered, "you chose the guy."
Bosh put on a confused look, "No I didn't, I told you to chose the guy."
They both looked at me and I felt scared. I saw Bosh's eyes widen as he recognized me.
"Allen?" he said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You know him?" Zig asked.
Bosh ignored Zig's question. He stood there giving me a stern look. Inside, I felt guilty, like a child when he or she knows they're in trouble, but I didn't show it. I looked back at Bosh with a look that showed that I wasn't backing down.
"We have to get someone else," Bosh said, "he's too involved for this."
"Well who do ya reckon we get?" Zig asked, "I've already told him everything and I can't get someone this late, Franz is relocating tomorrow and I don't know where. Sorry Bosh, but we have to use him."
Bosh never took his eyes off of me. He looked really pissed off, but then it subsided as he knew that Zig was right.
"Fine," he said, "but you need to keep close to him." Bosh then took a few steps toward me and lowered his head level with mine leaving only a few inches between us, "And you better not pull any stunts cause if you mess this up, Franz gets away."
I continued staring right back into his eyes, my expression unchanging, but I understood what he said. Bosh stood up straight and took a few steps back.
"Alright," he said, "let's not waste any more time."
Zig nodded and turned his attention back to me, "As I said before, your alias is going to be Cobb. We are going to walk into the house together. Someone will be waiting for us at the entry and he'll pat you down, so we're not going to wire you or give you any weapons. Once he knows that you're clean he'll let you in. You'll see Franz inside and he will give his little inspection. Don't worry about it, he just wants to be sure that you ain't a cop. Don't speak to him unless he speaks to you. When he asks how we met, tell him we met here at Giard's after you got in a fight with another fur. Once he's sure that you're not undercover, he will more than likely tell you what you need to do. He'll give you the basic details about his son, so be aware of that. While we are in there, we are going to have units wait discretely outside to move in. When I feel like the timing is right, I'm going to signal for the units to come in. As soon as you hear officers come into the room, don't run, just get down on the floor. The officers will be aware of who you are so don't worry about that."
I nodded at this and asked, "When do we do this?"
"In a few hours," Zig answered, "Franz only does business at night so he asks that we meet at the place at three in the morning. You'll stay with us until then."
"This is it," Bosh said, "If all goes well, this will all be over by sunrise."
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My future son is trying to change the past!
Every time he changes something, the new memory pops into my head.
I get out of my bed and grab my keys. I have to stop him, but how can I?
I could get to the lab. Go back. Stop him from doing what the devious guy is obviously planning.
I run out the front door and hop into my car, but before I can start the engine, another memory hits.
*I stare up at the stranger that strongly resembles my beloved daddy. "Nice to meet you, Seth!" I shout excitedly over the pumping music of the party. "Are you a senior?"
He smiles proudly. "Yeah." He has a calm presence like he's not nervous around me at all. He's so cool! He seems to remember something. "What about you?" His head ducks closer to mine so he can hear me.
"Oh, I'm a sophomore. Physics major."
"Law for me," he says.
"Oh, that's just like my dad!" I tell him happily.
Seth's eyes narrow.
"Oh. Sorry. I guess it's creepy for a girl to compare you to her father right away. It's just... you look like him too." The two drinks I've had are making my tongue loose.
"I really don't want to hear that," he growls.
I stare up at him, shocked. Jeeze, did I blow it, or what? My cheeks get super hot. "Sorry. I guess I'll just..." I look back at my friends, who are watching encouragingly.
He grabs my arm, gently. "No, I'm sorry. Don't take offense, mo—I mean... Danielle. It's a pride thing."
His hand is really warm. Wonderful, really. Saving myself for the one I love has been a hard trial. And it's not like I'll ever get to be with him anyway, right? I mean, what normal girl gets a crush on her dad, the one person on Earth that she can't have? Stupid fantasy.
"Hey," Seth says. "You want to go somewhere a little quieter?"
I smile at him. I guess I didn't blow it after all. He really is good-looking with his dark eyes and curly brown hair. Better looking than dad, even. "Sure!"
I pull myself out of the memory. He's getting to her. Me. Past me. This is bad. I pull out of the driveway and head toward the lab.
Seth doesn't realize what he's doing. What if he succeeds? If he changes too much, maybe I won't yearn after my dad anymore and maybe I won't go find him when I use the time machine for the first time.
And if that happens, daddy won't fuck me. And if daddy doesn't fuck me, Seth won't even exist.
And if he doesn't exist, who stops me from going after daddy?
It's making my head spin. I just know that it's going to be bad.
I have to get back there and tell him that my dad is his dad.
I just hope to God that evil bitch Dr. Samuels is in the lab.
I fly into the lab parking lot and spot the doctor's car. I pull in crookedly beside it and get out, running for the door.
I suddenly realize how dad must have felt when I went back into his past. He knew I was changing things, but didn't know how to stop me.
At least I have a plan.
I step into the lobby and flash my volunteer ID. I rush down the sterile hallway. Then, so vividly, it makes me dizzy, I have another memory and crash into the wall.
*Seth and I wander out, past drunken partiers and onto the frat lawn. "There's a park not far from here," I tell him. "I'd never go there at night, usually, but..." I check him out. "I think you'll be able to protect me."
He flashes straight, white teeth in a grin. "I won't let anyone touch you, I swear."
I believe him. "How tall are you?"
"Six three."
"Wow."
"And you're five five."
I laugh. "Good guess."
"Right," he murmurs, grinning.
I blush, happy to have his attention. "Oh, you think you're pretty cute, huh?"
"I know you think so." He moves closer so we walk side by side.
How surprisingly sexy. "How do you know that? Am I drooling?"
He laughs. It's a rich, wonderful sound. "You've told me before."
"What, like, once upon a dream?" I ask wryly.
He laughs again! "Sure mo—I mean Danielle."
"What's with that?"
"What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend named Monica or something? You keep trying to call me something else."
He chuckles lightly, taking in my expression. "You're jealous." He sounds surprised and pleased.
I open my mouth to retort, but nothing witty comes to mind. "Maybe a little."
"I promise I don't have a girlfriend. That make you feel better?"
I giggle. "It makes this a little more interesting. It means your options are open."
"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" His dark eyes watch me intently.
I shiver at his gaze. I think he's attracted to me. Like, really into me. It feels amazing. "For example, you wouldn't be opposed to kissing me."
He stops walking. The park is only a few yards away, but I stop with him.
I realize I've just said something very forward and I feel kind of shocked that I basically just offered to kiss a stranger. Nervously, I look up at him.
His lips are parted, his breath is deep and steady. And his eyes stare down into mine, somehow gentle and fierce at the same time. It looks a little like love. I know that's crazy.
He chuckles. "I wouldn't be opposed, no."
My breath escapes me. So cute! I wouldn't mind at all if he kissed me. And that's odd for me. I can usually only compare men to my dad and they all fall short. But that comparison isn't nagging me now.
I tug on his hand. "Come on. Let's go sit on the swings."
He smiles indulgently. "Okay... Danielle."
Even though I basically told him he could kiss me, he's not rushing me. I lead him through the park and to the swings. The fact that he's not pushing just makes me want to kiss him more.
We sit in the swings and he rocks himself back and forth with his long legs.
"What's your last name?" I ask him, letting my legs swing.
His eyes dart to mine, suspiciously. "Why?"
"Well," I say grinning devilishly. "If I'm going to give you my first kiss, I should at least know your last name."
"Your first kiss?" He sounds surprised, maybe even confused.
Oh damn. What an embarrassing thing to admit. Logic will lead him to realize I'm a virgin. Well done, Danielle. Truly. "Yes."
He looks off in the direction of campus for a second. "Crowley."
"Seth Crowley. That's pretty nice. You know, I've always liked the name Seth."
"Really?" he asks, grinning. It's like he has a secret.
"Yeah. There was this boy in kindergarten who used to bully me. His name was Billy."
"Billy the bully," Seth says, knowingly.
"Yeah! That's how I always think of him. Anyway, Billy used to chase me around and pull my hair."
"What an asshole."
I giggle. "He was pretty awful. But there was this cute boy with blonde hair. He was tiny, you know? But he stood up for me. He told Billy that you can't hurt a pretty girl." I grin. "That was Seth."
"Did you like him?"
"Well, not really. I had a hard time being interested in boys even then."
"Why?"
I glance over at him. His head rests against the chain of the swing. His whole attention is on me. His eyes are dark but focused. His face framed by unruly curly black hair. And suddenly I realize that I'm turned on. Fully aroused by him and I hardly noticed it coming on. "Just waiting for someone special, I guess."
He nudges his swing into mine. "I'll take that kiss now."
I struggle to free myself from the memory and find that I'm sitting on the cold floor of the lab hallway. Nineteen years of not giving in to lust and my own son is making me waver? I don't want to see what comes next but it pulls me powerfully back.
*His lips brush against mine, slowly and carefully. Tingles rush down the back of my neck. My nipples harden. His hands circle my waist, warm and welcome.
"Mmm," I murmur, then blush at the sound of my voice.
He breaks the kiss and lets himself swing back into place.
My fingers run across my bottom lip.
"How was it?" he asks.
I stare at him. "It was perfect."
He bites his lip to stop himself from grinning, but it doesn't really work. Cute! "It's late. Let me walk you to your dorm."
I don't want to stop hanging out with him, though. Feeling a bit bold, I say, "Maybe we can go back to your place for a while?"
His eyes jerk to mine and I can see that he's started breathing hard. Almost as though he doesn't want to, he lets his eyes drop to my breasts, then my legs. They snap back to mine. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"
"Afraid? No."
"Don't you want to take it slow, though? I mean, I want to keep you."
"Keep me?"
"I don't kiss just anyone."
That makes me grin. "So, do you want to take me back to your place or not?"
He smiles. "More than anything."
"Danielle!" I hear a firm voice call. "She's coming out of it now, but you still better come."
I pull myself out of the memory. Dr. Samuels is staring down at me, her cell phone at her ear. "Good, the sooner the better." She ends the call. "That was your dad. What's the matter with you?" she asks.
"Someone's trying to change the past," I tell her. "My past. I can feel it happening."
She helps me to my feet. "But who?"
"My son."
She stares at me. "What?"
"It's a long story, doctor. Right now I need you to let me use the machine."
"It can't take you back into your own past. It's not ready for pin-point time travel yet," she protests, trying to stop me from barging into her lab.
I scurry by her and barge in anyway. "Where is it?" My eyes scan the room but there's no time machine. "What did you do with it?" I demand.
She frowns. "My colleagues had some... disputes about the ethical implications of my machine. I've had to secure it to another location."
"Where?" I yell. "Where..." I stumble.
*I follow Seth up to the second floor of the dorm building. He hesitates at a door. "I just, uh, changed rooms, so it's pretty bare."
As he says, when he opens the door, there's only the bed and desk that's in all the dorms and a bag on the floor. Nothing else. "Why'd you have to change rooms?" I ask curiously. "Evil roommate?"
"I wanted to be... closer to campus."
I nod. But it's too quiet. "Do you have an I-Pod or something?"
"Something like that." He digs in his bag and pulls out what looks like a compact. He unfolds it to reveal speakers and a touch screen. A moment later, a calm, folky song pours out of it. The sound is rich but not too loud.
"Cool! Where'd you get that?"
"My friend made it for me," he says quickly.
Some friend.
He sets the player on the desk and turns to me. "We don't have to do anything—"
But I've already convinced myself. I step closer and wrap my arms around his chest. "I know it's quick, and I definitely don't do this kind of thing. Ever. But I just feel like it's right. Just be gentle, okay?"
I hear him swallow, feel his hands run tentatively down my arms. His sigh sounds relieved. "But Danielle, don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Huh? No."
"Do you have someone waiting for you back home, then?" He sounds confused.
I think of daddy for a moment. Fantasy. "No. There's no one."
He steps back from me and turns. His eyes are wide. "Nine months," he mumbles. He blinks at me. "You said I look like your dad."
"Uh. Well, yeah. You do. A lot."
"Holeee shit," he mumbles to himself. "The old pervert's my dad."
"What? Seth you're kinda freaking me out. Are you okay?"
"Not really," he groans. "If I stop you from going, what will happen to me?"
"Stop me?" My stomach turns. "Maybe I should go."
His wild eyes watch me as I back toward the door.*
I pull out of the memory and find myself clutching Dr. Samuels' shoulders. I pant with relief. Seth's realized that my dad is his dad. He's not going to go through with it. He realizes his existence would be in danger.
How did he get the dorm, though? How far back did he travel? How long was he preparing?
"You need to sit down," the doctor says, pushing me into a chair. "Your dad should be here any second."
"Oh, fuck it," Seth says, approaching me, looking reckless. "As long as I don't disappear until after."
His mouth presses greedily to mine. His arms pull me in. His hands rub roughly over my back. His eyes are tightly shut and a moan of pure pleasure drags out of him.
The sound calls to something inside me and my indecision fades. I let my hands wander inside the back of his shirt. The muscles of his back twitch as I touch his skin with my nails.
"Mmm," he murmurs. He pulls back and dark eyes stare into mine.
He's really into this. It's so fucking hot!
He pulls me to the narrow bed and I sit. I watch curiously as his hands grab the bottom of his t shirt and pull it over his head. His firm muscles call me and I allow my hand to run up his chest.
He shivers.
I pull my knees under me so I can kneel and I place a kiss on his stomach.
"Yes," he whispers.
I'm turning him on so bad. It's a wonderful feeling. I want to do more, make him even more crazy for me. "Seth," I call softly.
He meets my eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Licking my lips at my daring, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up, wriggling to get it over my head.
"Oh," he moans, watching my breasts bounce in my bra.
My breath speeds. This is so dirty of me. "Watch me."
He nods.
I reach back and unhook my bra as he watches intently. And when the bra falls away, he groans. "Beautiful. So fucking perfect."
My back straightens. "Touch them," I order.
He gasps, shaking his head. But still, his hands reach out.
They land softly on my breasts and his breath comes out in a hiss. His fingers slide smoothly over my skin, his fingertips swiping at my nipples.
"Come closer," I whisper. It's not enough. I want him against me. My pussy is aching.
"Yes." He joins me on the bed and I snuggle close to him rubbing my breasts against his chest.
It feels so good! I want more. "More," I demand.
"Oh, God, yes." He pulls me tightly to him. "You feel so good, mom."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry," he moans, rubbing his stubbly cheek against my smooth one.
What's with that? Does he have a thing for his mom? Kinda like I have for daddy? "It's okay. I don't mind."
"I can call you mom?" His fingers run through my hair and down my back, making my skin tingle.
"Sure. If that's what you like."
"Oh, it's what I like, mom," he growls. He pushes me onto my back and slides on top of me, nudging my legs apart. His warm skin rasps across my stomach and breasts. "It's what I've always liked."
Oh. He's really freaky. Hearing his pervy fantasy is making me so wet, though. "You love your mommy?" I ask.
His breath huffs out. "Oh god. Stop or you'll make me cum." I feel his erection digging between my legs.
I pant. Talking like his mom makes him lose his mind. Naughty! "What does she call you? Baby?"
He shakes his head. His mouth hesitantly kisses my nipple. It feels so good! I squirm under him.
"Darling?"
His mouth falls open, his eyes stare into mine, hungry but vulnerable.
That's it, isn't it? "You're making me feel so good, darling."
"Ah. You don't know what you're saying," he moans, grinding against me.
"Let mommy make you feel good," I croon, pulling his head to mine. His kiss is frantic, rushed with lust. He wants me so bad!
His hand fights with the button of my pants. I should tell him to slow down, but I don't want to. I share something kindred with this man and I want to let him have me. I'm dying to let him have me.
"Mom?"
I look down at him. He's waiting with his hands on the waist of my pants. Waiting for my consent.
"Oh, yes, darling. You can have me."
His eyes close, relishing the words. Then, fiercely, he pulls my pants and panties away. His eyes gaze at my bare pussy and his face turns white. A veil drops over his eyes making them appear black and crazed, and his mouth drops to my pussy.
My eyes fly open as his tongue drags from my pussy to my clit. He licks at me like it tastes wonderful. And he moans, "mmm," as though it feels just as good for him as for me. I can't speak as he laps at me. I've never felt such intense pleasure in all my life.
My hips rock, trying to get his mouth on my clit again. His eyes meet mine knowingly and his mouth closes around my clit. Spasms jerk my legs. My fingers run into his dark curly hair and claw at his scalp. "Oh, God!" I yell, shocked. "I'm cumming! Seth!"
Surprise fills his eyes and he quickly sticks his long middle finger into my pussy. A shock of pain twists through my orgasm. "Ah!" I cry, but the wonderful throbbing continues. His finger twitches in me and I pulse around it.
That was so fast. I've never even made myself cum that fast.
"It felt so good," I murmur.*
"What felt good?"
I blink. I'm in my dad's car. Rolling down the street toward home.
"What's happening to you, Danielle?" dad asks. Our house comes into view and we pull up the drive.
"Oh, dad, I don't think I can tell you."
He gets out and comes around to my side. "You're scaring me, baby." He lifts me out of the car and carries me inside. "You keep staring off into the distance." He takes me to my room and sets me on my bed. "Now tell me."
I sigh heavily. "First of all, I'm pregnant."
His eyes narrow. "What?"
"Pregnant. You made me pregnant."
"We've only had sex a few times."
"You've cum, right up against my womb, four times, dad."
For some reason he grins. "Four times, huh?"
I nod. "Yes, daddy."
"But still, how do you know? It takes time to know whether—"
"We'll have a son," I interrupt hastily. I feel something at the back of my mind. Another memory is coming, I know it. "And he's in my past, changing things. He wants me and I don't know who he is back then. He's licked me." I blush hard. "His finger was in me. I'm sorry, daddy."
He grimaces, hard jealousy raging in his eyes. "My son is trying to fuck you?"
"Yes, daddy. Our son. And I can't stop him."
His eyes hard, my father tears the button of my shorts open.
"What?" I cry out. "What are you doing? Didn't you just hear-?"
"Quiet," he growls, roughly. "Don't think of him fucking you. You're going to think of me, Danielle."
But I can't fight the pull of the past.
*Seth slides his finger out of me and smiles happily, proudly. "You came."
"Yes." I murmur. "It felt so good." I sit up and pull him to me. He so deserves a reward. My hands clumsily work at opening his pants. I can feel his eyes boring into me intensely. I glance up shyly. "You'd better hurry before I change my mind."
Seth's eyebrows rise. He shoves off his pants and boxers and I lean back, admiring his naked form. His cock, long and stiff, stands proud and beautiful.*
Daddy jostles me, pulling my shorts around my ankles. He pulls off his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt. He loosens his tie. Then, looking into my eyes, he drops his pants. His cock, long and thick, bobs lewdly.
"Daddy," I say through a dry mouth.
"Has he started fucking you, baby?" He climbs onto my bed, his shirt and tie still loose on his big, hard body.
"Not yet. He's about to." My mouth gets dryer at the thought.
"Do you want him to?" he demands harshly.
"Oh, yes, daddy." I moan, unable to contain myself.
My dad growls, pushing my shirt and bra roughly off my tits. His hands squeeze and kneed—
*Seth's mouth finds mine hungrily. He writhes against me, his cockhead slithering against my wet folds. "Oh, mom," he moans. "Is it really okay?"
My pussy clenches. He's such a twisted guy. "Oh, yes, darling," I assure him, wanting his worry for me and his hesitation to vanish in the wake of selfish lust.
Seth's arms wrap around me, under me. "Mom," he utters, and forces his dick into—*
Daddy forces his dick into me. I gasp, almost sitting up from the shock. "Daddy!" I protest.
"I told you," he growls, fucking into me madly. "He's not going to take you from me, baby."
This feels so good, but I want to go back. I want to know!
*Seth squirms, fucking into me madly. "Oh, mommy. Mommy." His eyes senseless with lust. Yes!
His back arches and his mouth locks onto my nipple. He sucks firmly.*
I gasp!
"What's he doing to you Danielle?" dad demands, ramming his cock into me, hitting deep.
"Fucking meee! Sucking my titteee!" I keen wildly.
"No!" he roars, slapping my tit with his hand.
The pain brings my focus directly to daddy's dick as I clench around it.
"You're mine," daddy utters, squeezing my breasts, yanking them. "He's not taking you, Danielle!"
"But daddy, he's fucking me, too! It feels so good!"
My eyes lose focus, as for a glorious moment, the memory overlaps the present.
*Seth fucks helplessly.*
Daddy fucks roughly.
*His mouth sucks and pulls at my nipple, each pull sending a shock to my clit.*
His fingers twist my nipples, the pain causes my cunt to throb. "Yes, baby," daddy grunts. "Squeeze daddy's cock!"
*His mouth pulls off my nipple with a pop and he rises up, curly black hair in his eyes, the lust making him crazy. "I'm gonna cum in you, mommy."
I whimper. "Don't stop!"
Daddy grins. "I won't baby."
His dick pounds me. He's never been this rough before. His eyes are determined slits and his tongue slides over my collarbone and neck.
*I gasp harshly. "If you cum inside, I'll get pregnant! You can't make me pregnant, darling!"
"Yes!" he argues. "It's my turn to cum in you, mom. I'm gonna make sure you can't think of any man but me."
Daddy slows his fucking, he pulls out and I whine. He grins darkly. "I know just what you like, baby."
He drags his fat cock up over my clit, and circles it with his cockhead.
"Oh, yes, daddy!" I wiggle. "That's gonna make me—"
"Oh, darling, you're so naughty. You can't cum in your own mother." The power of this game has gotten to my head and I can't stop. "But I want it, Seth. I want—"
A guttural moan bursts from his chest and his dick jerks.
I can feel him cumming in me! My God! My hand slips helplessly to my clit and when I touch it—"
OH GOD*
Daddy's dick plunges back inside me. "Oh yes, baby, cum on me," Daddy demands. My orgasm swells to a maddening height.
*I cum hard around him.*
I throb on and on, whimpering
*Wriggling*
Writhing.
Daddy's mouth meets mine. His dark eyes proud. "That was—" His eyes widen. "Danielle?"
I blink. Daddy's face is getting fuzzy.
He clutches at my shoulders, I feel his cock still in me, but the room is getting dark.
Daddy fucked me.
I went back in time and made daddy fall for me. I have to remember.
I...
"Danielle," Seth murmurs. "You okay?"
I swallow. "Yes. Hell yes. I'm excellent."
He laughs happily, pulling out of me. "Where'd you go just now?"
"I don't know!" I exclaim, pulling him into a hug. "I've never cum like that before. I went out of my head for a second."
His toothy grin makes me smile back. "I guess you liked it, then."
I giggle, giddy from my orgasm. "Yeah. You could say that. Is sex always like that?"
His mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out.
I sit up to stare at him. "What is it?"
"I don't know if it's always like that." He looks away. "That was my first time."
I shake my head. "No way."
"Yeah."
I laugh. I can't help it, I feel so happy.
Seth looks down at his hands as if he's surprised to see them. "I'm still here."
I giggle more. "Oh yeah? Me too."
He stares at me, unfathomable confusion in his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
He grins, baring his white teeth. "Yeah, I'm fantastic."
*One month later:*
"Don't worry, my dad will love you, I know it."
Seth clutches my steering wheel as he drives us into town. "Don't count on it. He'll feel like I'm taking you away from him."
"Well, he'll just have to deal with it. You're my boyfriend—"
"Fiancé," he corrects, grinning evilly.
I swallow. How does he make engagement sound so damn naughty? "Fiancé," I agree. "And I love you, so—"
"Say it again," he says, eyes dark. He always does this.
"I love you, darling," I tell him indulgently.
He sighs with satisfaction.
He's such a weirdo.
I watch out the window as my hometown rambles by. "Oh, pull up over here! I want to stop at the lab."
He does so without hesitation.
We step into Dr. Samuels' lab and she grins. "Is this your older brother, Danielle?" she asks, taking Seth in.
"Um, no, doctor. This is my... fiancé, Seth."
She shakes his hand. "Congratulations!" She turns to me. "I'm really glad you're here. I have something to show you."
A time machine? Dr. Samuels is pretty amazing.
Seth is intrigued as well. "What happens if someone goes back and changes something?" he asks the doctor.
"Well, see that's interesting. Paradoxes abound."
"Like the Grandfather paradox?"
"Exactly. If you go back and kill your grandfather, will you be born?" Dr. Samuels looks a bit like a mad scientist right now. "I can only theorize myself, mind you."
Seth nods.
"There has to be a way, or the universe would cease to be. The time machine works, I know, so the very existence of the machine allows me to believe such paradoxes are somehow corrected."
"But how?"
She laughs. "Perhaps each instance of possibility is shunted off into another timeline. For example if you did go back and kill your grandfather, the reality splits into two: one where he lives and you're never born and one where he dies and you continue to live."
We both squint at the doctor and she smiles. "Just a theory, of course."
"So a person wouldn't just disappear if he messes with his ancestors?"
She laughs. "Maybe you'd like to be the first person to try it."
A really weird expression crosses his face, like he wants to laugh and freak out at the same time. "That's okay."
"What about you, Danielle? Want to go back in time?"
Seth watches me curiously.
"That's okay, doc. Maybe some other time," I tell her.
When we arrive at my house, my dad meets us at the door. He pulls me into a warm hug. "Oh, I've missed you, Danielle."
"Me too, daddy." I pull back and gesture to Seth. "Dad, this is my fiancé, Seth."
They eye each other for a long moment. "Nice to meet you, sir," Seth says, sticking out his hand.
Dad takes it. Their forearms flex and I suspect they're trying to crush each other's hands.
"Okay," I say, gently pulling their hands apart. "That's enough handshaking."
"So," dad says. "I hear you're in law, like me."
"Yes sir. Though, I'm thinking I might start my own business instead."
"Seth has amazing ideas, daddy," I say. "They're awesome and futuristic. He already has a bunch of patents."
"Hmm," dad says. "I bet your parents are proud of you."
Seth hides his mouth.
"Daddy!" I gasp. "I told you, Seth is an orphan."
"Ah. Sorry, son."
Thankfully, Seth smiles. "Don't worry about it."
"Well, come on in. I bet you're hungry."
Seth grins, grabbing my hand. "Starved."
*I shake off the bout of dizziness. Dad's still here. Still inside me, thick and stiff.
"Baby," he murmurs. "You really scared me for a second."
"Mmm," I'm still throbbing from my orgasm. "That was amazing, daddy."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." His thick cock nudges against my cervix, proving his point.
"You're so bad, daddy, fucking your daughter like this."
"I don't give a damn if it's bad," he grunts, swinging his hips. "It feels fucking amazing."
"Yes."
"You're mine, Danielle," he growls. "Only mine."
"Oh, yess, daddy."
He falls on me, squeezing into me, and his cock pulses. He jerks, his hot cum pouring into my pussy. "So good."
"How good?" I demand greedily.
"Better than anything in the universe, baby."
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I was lying in my bed, flowing auburn hair on my right shoulder, close cut, rumpled brown on my left. My arms around women I loved more every minute. Jeannie eased up on my chest, laying kisses around my left nipple. Playfully smiling at Madge, she semi-whispered, "It's his turn now, any suggestions?"
"Mm mm, his cock is hard, I want him in you. I want to watch him love you. No waiting, do it now."
Jeannie turned her hazel eyes to me, "What do you want, shall I tease you more? Maybe hold you on the edge for a while?"
"Jeannie, I've been on the edge since you jumped in my arms. Do you want bottom or top, that's all that matters now?"
"Extend your arms over your head...now keep them there."
She rolled onto my chest, lifted a little, and guided my cock to her pussy. Taking several swipes with the head through the juices flowing freely, positioning me at her entrance, she sat straight up, looked down at me, over at Madge, and then slid slowly down, fully engulfing my cock. Closing her eyes, smiling, her pussy clamping and releasing she said to Madge, "This is nice. I love you. I love Madge; I even love that crazy dog of yours. Please, don't let this be a onetime thing."
I thrust upwards, spurring Jeannie into responding. Her hands dropped to my chest, fingers clenching skin as she lifted and fell, accelerating until she was bucking and quivering, crying out in a wordless shout. As she reached her peak, I hit mine. I thrust up, hands pulling her hips down, grinding us together, shooting cum that had been building in me all day. She slumped forward, my hands slipping down to cup her ass, holding her to me. Jeannie gasped for air, then took a deep breathe, and looked over at Madge. "How was that?"
"Beautiful. You have me all turned on again, but I didn't want to move, I didn't want to miss a moment."
"Give me a minute, we'll fix that."
Slowly Jeannie slid off, to Madge. Once again they started kissing, Jeannie's right hand seeking Madge's pussy, sliding between the lips, drawing a moan from her. Madge guided Jeannie's breasts to her waiting mouth, the tongue extended, searching for the nipples. As I watched, Jeannie dug her fingers into her lover's pussy forcefully, causing Madge to answer with a now signature guttural moan. Frozen in place, Madge and Jeannie kissed, panted, babbled incoherently and finally crashed back to the bed, spent.
Totally worn, I crawled out of bed, reeled into the shower, and just stood under the hot water. When I was refreshed I looked in on the girls. They again loved each other, Jeannie on her stomach, Madge kneeling over her thighs, caressing her from neck to buttocks, following her hands with kisses. Jeannie's face, turned toward me, glowing in the joy she felt. Her eyes focused on me enough that she could give me a small smile, and then lost focus again.
Down stairs I poured myself a shot of scotch and sat on the deck. Bogart put his chin on my lap, wanting his ears rubbed.
Have you ever had times when you just sit, no thoughts, letting events flow? That was me until the girls finally came out an hour later. They were holding hands, freshly showered, bare as could be. We sat looking out over the meadow, no one wanting to break the spell.
Bogart rose; moved to Madge, put his chin on her lap, wanting an ear rub. "That dog really likes you." observed Jeannie.
"Honey, you have no idea."
Jeannie seemed overpowered by events, so I asked what she was thinking.
"Well...contrary to what happened today, I don't fuck on a first date, I've never had sex with a woman...I've never been in a three way...I've never been in love with woman. And those are just what I can think of right now. I know I talk a great game, but really, I've only been with two guys, and I married the second one."
"I'm a stay-at-home mom, well, except for work. This is my first time away from the kids since before my divorce. When I told my folks of your offer, you know, me coming up for a couple days, they thought it would do me good. Boy! Little did they know! Now, I wonder, did I just blow up everything that I've been repressing? Or is this real?"
Tears were welling in Madge's eyes, "Honey, I can only hope it's real, but if it's a one-time, than I will hold it to my heart. You showed me something rare, and I can't lose it."
"Jeannie, Madge, time will show how real this is. I suggest we get dressed. We'll go into town, hit Jerry's Pizza for dinner, and then come back in time for sunset."
We dressed, I made sure Bogart had food and water, and jumped into the pickup.
In town, it was the usual Monday evening quiet; a few people hitting the grocery, someone gassing up, the last of the Postal customers coming out. Jerry's is busy on Friday night and all day on the weekends or holidays, so he'll have a waitress or two. But the rest of the week, it's just Jerry. Now, I've known him, and the rest of the town, more than twenty years. They knew Naomi in the good times, and helped me during the tough ones. Occasionally someone would tease me that I should find another 'Good Woman'.
I parked at the curb, just in front of Jerry's, walked around to the passenger side, held the door open, extended my hand. Did I mention the girls were dressed in shorts and light blouses? Well...they were. The first pair of legs to slide out were Jennie's, she stepped to the side, and I helped Madge step out. In the corner of my eye, the two guys at the gas station had frozen in place, and Mrs. Jepson, the Postmistress, was fumbling at her lock. With just a little swagger in my step, I led my two beauties inside.
Jerry was behind the counter, busy at the oven and not even looking up, shouted he'd be with us. I sat Madge and Jeannie at a table near a window, ambled over to the counter.
"Hey Jerry, how about cooking up a family combo for me? I'll have it here."
"Murph, when did you last need that big an order? Did you bring in an army?"
"Well, sorta. And we'll need three beers. We're over at the window." And I waved towards the table.
"Jesus," he whispered, "are they with you?"
"As they say in Maine - ayep. Come on over, I'll introduce you."
I had barely gotten to the table when Jerry brought the beers, a smile from ear to ear, looking at the girls eagerly. I introduced everyone, explained to the girls how long I had known him, the way he and his wife had helped, generally made him into such a nice guy that he was glowering at me.
"Thanks for nothing."
Then I told him Madge was staying with me, and Jeannie was our guest for a couple days.
About then he had to hustle back to get our order in the oven. "Why didn't you tell him about us?"
"Madge darlin', look at his left ear. He's hooked to his phone, lets him work and take calls. I'll bet he's already telling his wife everything we said. If he keeps glancing over, she's asking what you look like, and he's filling in every detail. By seven tonight, everyone in town will know you two gorgeous pieces of feminine art are with me. Then the real fun will begin."
"What do you mean?"
"Obviously I'm too old for you guys, so there'll be all kinds of speculation. It's entirely possible they'll have you as my nieces, or granddaughters even. I may have fun with this. Oops, hold on here comes Marie Jepson."
Mrs. Jepson was looking around as she came through the door. She spotted us and came over smiling, "hello, Mr. Murphy, how nice to see you."
"Mr. Murphy? When did I become Mr.? Let me introduce Marjorie and Jeannie. Marjorie is staying with me, Jeannie is visiting. This is Marie Jepson, our Postmistress, and a very good friend. When Naomi was dying, and then after she passed, Marie and several of the other women in town made sure I ate, and stayed clean, and generally just made it through that time. Honestly, I think they saved me."
"Oh go on. We only did what any neighbor would do."
"Neighbor? Marie you live, what eight, ten miles from me?"
"That's nothing. Neighbor isn't measured by miles, just like friendship can't be limited. And besides, look how often you visit my Carl."
"Carl," I told the girls, "had been exposed to Agent Orange in 'Nam. It's giving him problems."
"He was a Marine." Marie proudly told them.
"Tell him I'll swing by later in the week. He should restock his lies. Jarheads can't remember but three stories at a time."
Laughing, she left, saying over her shoulder, "I'll tell him."
"Darlin's, I just saved you from a major cross-examination. And...here comes Jerry."
"Pizza's here. Piping hot, be careful and enjoy."
"Did you get Sandy all filled in?"
"Huh...what...what?"
"Come on, Jerry, it's me. How many times have I sat over there at the counter while you told Sandy who was here, who they were with?"
The girls were holding back laughter, but it was clearly a losing battle. Jerry soo wanted to pump me, but there was no way he could try now. He slouched back to the counter, hand to ear. I suspected Sandy was on the phone again. I just raised an eye brow at Madge and Jeannie, and they let it all out! They were leaning against each other, tears running down, trying to not embarrass Jerry.
We dove into the pizza, I fetched a couple more beers, and I gave them more background on Fairfax. I explained it was once a coal mining company town, but once the coal ran out, the town almost died. They tried logging for a while, then that faded. The town had only half a dozen businesses now, and no one was getting rich, but they all wanted to stay.
Near seven, we piled back into the truck, heading up the hill. The girls were in a cheerful mood, giggling about their reception in town. At the house, they ran in, shedding clothes, giggling, telling me to hurry. Quickly putting the truck in the barn, I joined them on the deck, clothes in a line behind me. Madge had a bottle of wine and glasses waiting, Jeannie was pulling two chaise together, and Bogart was off to the side watching all this, head cocked.
When we had settled in for the nightly show, Madge asked if Naomi and I had ever found someone up here.
"What're we talking about?"
"Oh, I forgot you didn't know...Josh and Naomi developed an idea they could have lovers."
"Sure, swinging."
"No, he says it's different. Josh will you explain?"
So I gave Jeannie a short version of our discoveries. Then I addressed Madge's question, "We did find someone. Well actually, two, a couple; Claire and Wally. We loved them for close to ten years. Until he was offered a VP slot in his company. They had to move to Houston and it broke our hearts, but it was just too good an offer for them."
"Did you live together?"
"Technically, no. We maintained separate residences, but we were in one house or the other continuously, sometimes all together, others as couples."
"So, you were lovers?"
"Jeannie, we were more than that. It was as if we had a bond between the four of us. Naomi loved Claire as much as Wally."
"What about you and Wally? Did you play with his willy?"
"Damn, no puns!...Yes." I thought back to my time with them. "Occasionally Wally and I would be together. Not as much as Naomi and Claire, they were inseparable at times. But yes, every now and then we needed to make love."
"Where are they now?"
"Still in Houston. He's CEO now. They came up for Naomi's funeral, and we spent some time reminiscing, but we had all changed over the years."
Jeannie looked toward the sunset, thinking. "So you got all this out of two books?"
"Oh no. Many books. Some philosophy, some religious, even some science-fiction. Heinlein posited cultures of multi-family lines over generations. Virtually all the books and magazines are still in the den. You can read any of them. Oh, and don't forget Loving more, it's a magazine in there."
"So...you guys really researched it before you did it."
"We probably spent twenty hours rehearsing to every hour reading."
"Rehearsing?"
"As I told Madge, We did a lot of mental work on it. Picturing scenarios, then working through our reactions. After a while, the thought of Naomi with a man, didn't cause me pain, it brought joy."
"Joy?"
"Em hmm. There is a term that has reached prominence in the poly community, it's 'compersion'.The opposite of jealousy. We had that feeling long before we knew the word."
"Poly community?"
"Yeah, it's estimated there are as many as three million people in this country, practicing polyamory, the open loving of more than one."
"Are they all one man two women?"
"No, every combination imaginable."
"Whew...you've given me a lot to think about, and now I'm sleepy."
"It is late, let's shut down; we can talk more tomorrow if you want."
We trooped to bed after the evening routine of putting things away, turning off lights. Madge of course joined me, Jeannie went to her room. I had barely cuddled to Madge's back when there was a knock, and Jeannie standing in the door, nude, asking if she could join us. Never one to turn a lady down, I rolled onto my back, waving her in. We settled into a cozy group; Madge, sleepily welcoming Jeannie, then drifting off, she tucking into my right side, breasts pressing into me, kissing me good night, and me deciding I didn't want to wake from this dream.
Later I had to go to the bathroom. Coming back, they had moved around, Madge in the middle of the bed, Jeannie spooned to her back. Shrugging my shoulders, I slipped in, pressing my butt against Madge, and back to sleep.
The morning sun had me stirring, Madge's breasts pressing into my back, her arms around me, breathing lightly in my ear. She began to stir, rubbing my chest, sliding a hand toward my cock. My cock, twitching in response, anticipating her hand...
"JESUS! What was that?"
I jumped. Madge's hand clenched on my cock. Without even turning Madge asked, "Was it cold?"
"Yes, what was that?"
"In your butt?"
"Yeah, wha..."
Giggling, "That was Bogart. Welcome to the family."
We were laughing so hard now; all thought of sex had passed. I stumbled out of bed, Madge behind me. Bogart was at the door, head cocked, tongue hanging out, "huh, huh, huh"
Jeannie sat in the middle of the bed, sheet clutched around her, staring at the dog.
"You put him up to that, didn't you?"
"Not me. Did you, honey?"
"Nope. I should tell you he got me the other day. You've been officially 'nosed' into the family."
Giggling, Madge led the way to the kitchen, Jeannie following me, her head turned, one eye on the dog. In the kitchen, the girls sat at the counter, facing the room. Both keeping wary eyes on Bogart. I guess he had made his 'point' as he ignored them, coming to me for attention. Checking her phone, Madge said she had a text from Dave, "He says he's outside SF (I guess that's San Francisco) and has a job. More details later. That's good to see."
We decided a brisk walk after breakfast would do us some good. Madge had seen some parts of the property, Jeannie less, so we did the tour. In the barn I pointed out the Mustang and my Spitfire under wraps, the bikes hanging on the wall, and the canoe hanging from the rafters. Madge thought we should start using the bikes, 'to get you into shape'. Jeannie was captivated by the canoe, "I always wanted to learn how to use one."
"Perhaps next time you come up."
"That'd be great, but it might be a while, I don't think my folks are going to go for this every week. Oh, and Friday is the Fourth of July. We're having a major sale at the store. Mrs. Patrick needs me Monday for inventory."
"How about you bring the boys the week after? They'd love it, and your folks will get a break."
Coming back to the house, I teased the girls they still hadn't delivered on the fashion show.
"Buster, you go park on the deck. We'll give you a show."
"Yeah, and you may want to shed those shorts; things might get tight, you know."
Pulling a beer from the refrigerator, I made myself comfortable. Taking Jeannie's advice, I shucked all my clothing and stretched on a chaise, waiting, letting the sun warm my skin. Bogart flopped to the deck beside me. Life was good.
I'm not sure how long I waited on the deck, it seemed forever, and yet just a moment, when music came from the den. A giggling, squeaking, voice announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am proud to offer for your viewing pleasure...*Miss Marjorie!"
The curtains parted and an auburn haired vision stepped onto the deck. Her hair had been brushed to a high sheen; her makeup accented the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth. But it's what she was wearing that held my gaze. White heels to accent her tanned legs, led my eye up to lacy white panties, extending from her navel down over her pussy, the auburn color just showing through. My eye traveled up, over her softly rounded belly to her globular breasts, encased in a lacy bra to match her panties. As she approached me she did a slow turn, allowing a chance to appreciate the curves of her legs, and the way the panties clung to her cheeks, revealing, yet covering still. As she strode back to the curtain, I admired the sway of her hips. I was frozen in awe.
Behind the curtain I heard whispering, then a feminine voice, "And now, the sleek, sexy, *Lady Jeannie!"
Out stepped Jeannie, wearing black heels, black cling top nylons, a narrow wedge of black panties, and a matching semi-sheer, vest like top, her small, conical breasts pushing proudly against the material. She stopped directly in front of me, her eyes half-closed, watching me as she did a slow turn, her shapely cheeks separated by a thin band of material. Truly, a gorgeous sight. And I told her so as she cat walked back to the curtain.
Several minutes passed, then both stepped out in matching sets; black bras and panties that just concealed nipples and pussies. They strode toward me, did a pair of slow turns, then back behind the curtain.
Again a pause. Once again Jeannie stepped out, the sun shining off her skin and the filmy pink bra encasing her lovely tits, her pussy just covered by a tiny piece of pink material, pulled tightly against her lips, cupping them as if to say 'here they are'. She turned, revealing the thinnest strip, materializing from between her cheeks. All I could do was whisper she was beautiful. She smiled over her shoulder saying, "Thank you sir."
Behind the curtain I could hear excited whisperings, though not what was said. I took a deep drink of my nearly forgotten beer, eagerly awaiting the next presentation. Again I heard Jeannie's voice announcing, "And now Sir, our finale, the lovely, the lovable, the delicious, "MARJORIE!"
It was the filmy green number from the shop. In the sunlight the gauzy material was no more than a brush stroke of color over her breasts. She stepped to me, slowly turning, allowing me a view of all. Her ass, round and toned, encased in the same green brush of color, then, as she turned more, her pussy, pushing against the wisp of material, her lips visible, yet not. Standing before me, her legs spread, hands on hips, she gave me plenty of time to admire her. Finally she pivoted on the balls of her feet once again, then walked in the exaggerated manner of a model, behind the curtain.
Totally stunned, I sat for a minute or more (They must have been awaiting my reaction). Suddenly I jumped up, applauding, calling them out, and when they appeared, raved how beautiful they were. Their smiles were priceless. I swept them into my arms, kissing one, then the other, telling each how beautiful she was, how enticing.
Hands encompassed my cock. I hadn't even realized how hard I'd become, but once I did, I couldn't keep my hands from them. Guiding my beauties to adjoining chaise, I removed each thin piece of clothing carefully, laying a trail of kisses. I moved from Madge to Jeannie, Jeannie to Madge, relishing the differences in shape, color, taste, in their tits, bellies, pussies. I buried my face in labia, licking, sucking, biting. Drawing clits in with a suctioning move, then, when fully extended, thrumming with my tongue. First Madge, then Jeannie climaxed, each with her distinctive cry, one low and guttural, the other higher, keening.
Exhausted, they lay before me. Opening her legs, I slid into Jeannie, stroking slowly, deeply. Minutes later I moved to Madge, sliding into that wonderful silken caress, thrusting slowly while she lifted her knees, clasping me to her. We danced like this for several minutes, then, leaning down, I kissed her, whispering 'I will be back', and moved to Jeannie again. She was ready for me, encircling my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, telling me I wasn't leaving 'til she had come. Now driving into her, building speed and force, we neared climax, Jeannie finally crashing over, hips lifting, legs clamping tightly. How I held back I'm not sure. I only knew Madge was waiting. Slowly, Jeannie released her grip, her legs splaying out. I moved back to Madge, who had watched the last few minutes rubbing her clit furiously. Now on her ragged edge, she pulled me into her, locking her legs, thrusting upward, ensuring full penetration. All I could do now was hang on for the ride. She was a mad woman, lifting, clasping, groaning, mumbling, urging me, "Harder, more, yes, deeper, again, again, oh gawd, I'm coming, hold me, hold me."
We came together. Murmuring words of love we slowly returned to here, now. I called Jeannie to us, pulling her into our embrace. Madge and I kissed her, whispering words of endearment, caressing her arms, shoulders, urging her to be one with us.
As we returned to the present, we realized clouds had swept in, covering the sun, cooling us. Smelling the rain coming, I ushered the two lovelies in the house, then picked up the cushions and wisps of clothing scattered about the deck. The girls had gone to shower, I chose to sit and contemplate my new life, something I seemed to be doing quite often of late.
Their return to the den shook me from my reverie. Smiling, I announced my turn for a shower, asking they make lunch. "And please, no salad. I need my strength!"
Laughter echoing in my ears, I was off to a long, well deserved shower.
Rain was falling as we ate. Madge was asking more about Jeannie's kids, her parents, how it was living with them. I sat quietly, listening. A pattern was emerging, and I sensed where this would lead. Determined not to act hastily (riight), I waited for the question I knew would eventually come. To buy myself a few days, I suggested once again Jeannie should bring the kids next time.
"You know that will cut back on our sex?"
"Yes, but those kids are an important part of you; I'd like to know them."
Later in the day, Jeannie had to go. She kissed me tenderly, saying she would miss me. I returned the kiss and the comments, I really would miss her. She moved into Madge's arms. They kissed, whispering to each other, tears on their cheeks.
Then she got in her car and drove down the hill.
Bogart sat on the porch, whining, as her car disappeared.
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The Poke'mon War Part 1: The Beginning Story is copyright Chakat Tailswisher Pokemon copyright Nintendo
This is the last remake to the intro of Pokemon War. I think that this one is the best yet, so I'm going to continue the story using this path. If you don't like it, deal with it. lol.
It was another cold, snowy day on Ice Mountain. Ash and Brock were climbing the mountain to try and reach the mysterious poke'mon shrine at the top. They had heard about it from a man in a small city they had passed through a while back now. The man had appeared insane and most people were avoiding him. When the man saw Ash, Misty, and Brock he had ran over to them and begged them to listen to what he had to say. Misty being the sensitive girl she was, was willing to hear the man out, Brock wasn't paying much attention to the man as he was staring at the group of teenage girls across the road. Ash didn't like the way the man looked and was a bit cautious, but soon perked up when he heard the man mention a shrine in which a "legendary poke'mon" was rumored to live. Even Brock, who was drooling over another group of women walking by, stopped and intently listened to what the man had to say. The man spoke of a strange and mysterious poke'mon no one had ever seen. Then he said that the shrine was on top of an uncharted mountain. The man said that the "legendary poke'mon" would only allow someone to see him if the man was worthy of such an honor.
Ash looked questioningly at the others, who stared back with the same look on their faces. The man then said that in order for the man to prove himself worthy, he must not use any poke'mon on the climb up to the shrine, and if he did then the "legendary poke'mon" would consider the man weak, and would not let the man see him. "How do you know all this?" Ash asked with a slightly curious look on his face. "Yeah," Brock and Misty chimed in together. "I know," the man said, "because I saw it." Everyone had a look of shock on their faces. "I don't believe you," Misty said with a look of distrust on her face. "Most people don't," said the man, "most people think I'm crazy, but I saw it. I did! You have to believe me. I'm telling the truth!" Misty still didn't believe him. Ash and Brock looked at each other then at Misty. "Where is the mountain?" asked Ash. Brock then pulled out his map from his backpack and gave it to the man. The man pointed out Blackthorn City. He then told them that the mountain was far from city towards the north.
He told them it would be better to stop in the city and gather supplies there because it would take a few months to reach the mountain and get back. Ash and Brock had decided to go for it while Misty on the other hand didn't believe him and decided to go back to her sisters in Cerulean City while Ash and Brock went on the long trek to the supposed shrine. Misty agreed to come back and meet them back in the city in about 3 months. Misty agreed to look after Ash and Brock's poke'mon while they were gone. Pikachu didn't like not getting to go with Ash and was quite angry. Ash and Brock gathered all the supplies they thought they might need and started out on long hike to the mountain. Misty waved good-bye along with Pikachu and then went to take Ash and Brock's poke'mon to Professor Oak in Pallet Town. Misty decided to stop by and see Mrs. Ketchum as well. Misty had made it to Cerulean City and had told her sisters about the man and what he had told them. She also told them about how Ash and Brock went in search of the shrine. Misty's sisters didn't believe what the man had said either. Misty told her sisters that she still had to take Ash and Brock's poke'mon to Professor Oak and set off towards Pallet Town.
Ash and Brock had been gone for about a month now and had started their ascent up the mountain. "This is it Brock," Ash said, "This is our chance to prove how good we are." "Yeah, the ladies will swarm around me when I tell them about this," Brock said with a wistful look in his eyes. Ash just rolled his eyes and continued climbing. Ash had never been rock climbing before so Brock was ahead of him, even though Brock had never done it before either. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be," Ash said. "Don't tell me your whimping out now," Brock replied with a smirk on his face. "You wish," Ash snapped back, "I'm just not used to this." "Me too, but you don't see me complaining about how difficult this climb is," Brock replied. That was all that needed to be said. They both understood perfectly. The rest of they way up the small cliff face near the bottom of the mountain was done in silence. When they reached a medium sized indent on the cliff face they stopped for the night. Brock made a fire while Ash set up the tents. Brock made soup for their supper and afterwards they both sat around the fire.
"Man, are my feet sore!" Brock exclaimed. When he had taken his climbing boots off. "I thought you said that I'm the one who complains too much," Ash said with a large grin on his face, "and here you are moaning about how your feet hurt." "Haha Ash, very funny," Brock said with a slight smirk on his face as he looked up at Ash. "I thought it was," Ash said right before they both burst out laughing. After a while they got into their tents and went to sleep. They had a big day of climbing ahead of them. It was chilly when they woke up. "Hey Ash, are you awake?" Brock said in the direction of Ash's tent. "Huh, what...uh, yeah I'm up," Ash said, still groggy. When Ash was finally awake Brock made a small breakfast before they both started to take down their camp. Ash grabbed the two coats they had bought in Blackthorn City and gave one to Brock. When they were both ready for the climb, Brock took the lead again, and they were off. It was slow going but it was easier. "I'm tired of this. Let's go the faster way Brock," Ash said. "It's too dangerous Ash, and besides we're almost to the top, and that means that we're going to get hit by a lot of snow," Brock said wisely. Ash, being his normal stubborn self, argued that if they went the fast way they could get through the snow quicker, but Brock said that if they went that way it would be more dangerous, that they could fall off the side of the mountain. Ash won the fight after about a half an hour of arguing.
Ash took the lead and veered off to the left of the path they had originally been taking. This path was very narrow, but it went around the landslide of rocks that they would have had to climb on the other path. Ash was careful, but not careful enough. He tripped over a root and fell over the edge of the path. Brock saw what had just happened and grabbed the nearest thing to him, a small pine tree. Brock braced himself for what was about to come. The climbing rope that was attached to both of them in case they did fall was short and so Brock didn't have much time before the force of the rope becoming taught hit him, and boy did it hit him. It just about knocked him off the side, as well. "God Ash, your heavier than you look!" Brock thought as the rope connecting the two was wrapped around his waist. "Hey! Ash, are you alright?" Brock asked after he had recovered his breath. Ash was okay, although he had had the wind knocked out of him from the jolt, and couldn't answer right away. "Yeah...I'm ok!" Ash said, coughing. Brock pulled Ash back up over the edge. As they started to head up the path that lead further up the mountain, the weather suddenly turned for the worst. "It looks like a storm is on the way Ash," Brock said as the wind started to pick up. "Let's try and find somewhere to set up camp before it gets to bad," Ash said.
That's when the storm appeared. It was fierce; it whipped the snow up in their faces like needles. It also stopped them dead in their tracks. They could literally not see five feet in front of them. "How did this storm appear so fast?" Ash asked over the roar of the wind. "I don't know," Brock yelled over the steadily increasing wind and falling snow, "It just came out of nowhere." It was true that they couldn't see very far in front of them, but the fear of freezing to death was something that they didn't want to come true. So, the two cold, and hungry in Ash's case, set off slowly through the hastily deepening snow. Brock almost fell off on a few occasions, but they managed not to fall off the path. After about a half an hour of slowly treading through the snowy path they came to a clearing. "Let's stop here," Brock said. The clearing they had found was flat and had no trees around it. Ash and Brock had just started to take off their backpacks and set up camp, when suddenly they heard a cracking sound. Ash and Brock froze, standing completely still. The sound started growing louder and then suddenly it stopped. "What was that?" Ash asked. "I don't know," Brock replied. Ash started to say something else when suddenly the ground beneath them gave way. They fell into a freezing cold lake. They had been on top of the frozen sheet of ice covering the lake. Ash and Brock tried to get out of the water, but they couldn't. Almost immediately Ash and Brock were frozen solid. The storm and lake combined had been cold enough to freeze them both into solid blocks of ice.
The End for now.
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I woke, naked and with a lingering ache in my balls and asshole. I showered and got ready to go to work. How was I going to return to a wife who I suspected didn't love me any longer and not compare our paltry sex life to the past three days of unadulterated pleasure? That was too big a question to ponder as I showered and prepared for a long day.
I got into the office early and was busy all day. The boss did not stop by until close to five that afternoon. "Hey," she said poking her head into my area. "Send me today's work?" she suggested. "Are you going to make your bonus?"
I shook my head. I had encountered a bunch of problems, and Cindy had insisted the night before at seeing me again. I did not need the money enough to forego another sexual adventure with that lovely shemale, so I agreed to see her. "Too many setbacks today."
"You won't work on it tonight?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said without taking my eyes from the screen. I did not hear her go. I kind of fell into work, and it was about six-fifteen local time when my phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Cindy, and checked the time.
"Oh...fuck," I said. I answered. "Hello?"
"Roger? Where are you?" Cindy asked. Her tone at the moment was neutral.
"At the office," I explained the situation with the bonus and that I simply lost track of time.
"Well." She grumped. "I don't want you to miss your bonus. Call me later when you're done, okay?" she asked.
"I will." I worked again for another two hours, before my eyes were crossing. I felt the pull and need for sleep, blessed sleep. Without cocks or balls or crazy sex. I stood to leave, closing things up. The extra hours left me with the possibility that I was going to make that bonus.
I did not figure on seeing Cindy so I bypassed the bar and pressed the button for the elevator. "Roger?" I heard a voice call. I had been preparing to talk into the elevator but stopped seeing Cindy standing there.
"I didn't think you'd be here," I explained. Then even though I did not mean to do it, I yawned big and hard. "Sorry," I said sheepishly when done.
She nodded. "So did you get all of your programming done?"
"Enough that I might make the bonus," I said. "I suppose that it's little solace to you that I stood you up, but it's important to me."
She gnawed on her lower lip. "I'll admit, I was pissed off, but I had to tell myself that I live here and you're here for work. Speaking of, you seem exhausted."
"Yeah, I'm all done." I swayed a little on my feet and I was not faking it. "Come up to the room and sit with me for a bit?" I suggested.
"Sure, love," she agreed warmly. We rode up and Cindy actually put her arm around my shoulders. The unexpected tenderness of it touched me, and I kind of sagged into her. We got into my room and I threw my crap on the bed and sat down on the edge.
Cindy came over and stood in front of my. Her hands automatically reached to tousle my hair, and mine automatically reached for her legs and began to rub them slowly. Neither of us spoke, but the silence seemed to ratchet up the sexual tension. I was beginning to feel my organ swell with blood and it looked like Cindy's was rising as well.
And...my cell phone rang. I saw that it was my wife. I answered "Hello."
"Hello." Her voice was icy from three thousand miles away. Cindy moved away, taking the desk chair seat, keeping her eyes on me. My infidelity hit me hard at that moment, even with the chilly reception I got from my wife, and my head dropped and I rubbed the bridge of my nose between my fingers.
"How are you?"
"Pissed off."
"I can hear that. Why?"
"Where were you at six thirty today?" she demanded.
"Six thirty? At the office working."
"You never replied to my text."
My voice rose a tad, and took on a defensive tone. "What text?" I said. I held the phone away so I could pull up the text message app. Sure enough my wife had texted me asking me how I was doing and whether I would be home on Friday or Saturday.
"I just now saw it, sorry, I had the text sound turned off."
"Well, I won't be home when you get there, whether its Friday or Saturday. I'm going to stay with my mother. She's sick."
"What's wrong with her?" I asked. Not that I cared. My mother-in-law was a battleaxe and I cared little for her or about her. My wife knew this.
"She's dying."
"Oh. I'm sorry," I said in a small voice.
And that unleashed the pent-up fury. I held the phone away from my ear, and looked over at Cindy who was conveniently staring out the window, ignoring it all. I let my wife's fury run its course. But towards the end she dropped the real bomb.
"Roger, I don't know if I'll be coming back. I may...stay with my mother."
"What, like...a separation?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Oh that's just great," I said sourly. That led us into a short but bitter fight that ended when she hung up on me.
I savagely slammed the phone onto the bed, venting my anger once by screaming "FUCK YOU!" at the phone. I stood and went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I saw nothing in the reflection except the same old me.
When I got back out, Cindy was standing. "Should I stay or go."
"No. Yes. How the fuck should I know? I don't fucking know. Fucking fuck." I sat back down on the bed, and when Cindy tentatively put her hand on my head I did not shake it off. The contact was welcome.
"I'm sorry," she said.
I grabbed the phone and turned it all the way off. I slid it away and sat back down. "Come here," I said. "Just stand there." She did and actually pulled my head against her abdomen. I appreciated the simple gesture and the human contact. I had long thought that my wife and I were on the downhill side of it and now that she had breached the threshold...I realized that I didn't know what I felt.
"Part of me is really angry," I began talking in a slow, low monotone. "But part of me doesn't care anymore and this week has opened my eyes to a very different world. A world I denied myself out of what, love?" That last word I inflected with considerable poison. "Out of fear? Some people hate fags, others don't understand bi-sexuality. Whatever, I know - now - that pleasure is what satisfies you. Going home to her doesn't satisfy me, it never did, it never will. Not now, not again. Might as well file the damn paperwork and call it a divorce because that's how we've been living for a long time, stopping to talk only long enough to call each other out and devolve into fights that leave both of us angry and frustrated. Her touch repulses me anyway." That was an admission I had not made before.
I lifted my head. "Distract me."
"My pleasure," Cindy replied and tousled my hair again. "Worship me."
"And that will be my pleasure." I lifted her skirt. "Take this off," I told her. She reached behind and undid it, and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and her heels. She wore a pair of black satin panties and stockings again. Her package, visible through the panties, now called out to me. I wanted to worship it. I wanted to tease it, to lick it, to suck it, to taste it, and to devour it. No more cords. No more binds.
I ran my hands slowly from mid-thigh up to the line between torso and leg and up over her abdomen. Slowly I repeated this circle, hands down, pause, and slowly back up. I watched as under the panties her meat throbbed and pulsed slowly, and then began to steadily rise and engorge. I felt my mouth begin to water as the pink head of the erection slipped behind the waistband of her panties and continued to push out as her gorgeous tool became fully ready.
I took the tips of my fingers and hooked just the pads into the waist. I pulled gently, and then a little with my left, a little with my right, back and forth, sliding the soft material against her tool. I inched her panties down her thighs, slowly revealing every lengthy, girthy inch of that lovely cock. Once she was freed of the panties, and kicked them away. "Worship me," she whispered a second time.
My hands flattened against her body, my thumbs on either side of her turgid erection and thick balls. She kept her hands lightly on my head, watching me. With my left hand I lightly put my fingers around the base of her turgid cock. I was going to savor it this time, every touch, how the hardness of the cock mixed with the velvety touch of the skin. I looked up, my eyes making contact with Cindy's as she watched me carefully. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and pressed it against her soft balls. Her breath escaped just a little bit faster.
I slid my tongue around in small circles on the front of her balls, and she hissed a little bit. My tongue began to travel up. I paused just at the base of the underside of her beast, and flicked my tongue back and forth quickly just at that little base at her penis. The taste was pleasant. After waiting until Cindy's head tilted back a little bit more in pleasure I began to run my tongue against the length of the underside. I paused to flatten my tongue all along the base of her thick, full, now throbbing penis.
Slowly I went up her shaft, pausing to pull away and flick the tip of my tongue against that little sensitive spot just under her head. I made several circles there before pulling that cock down straight at me. I circled the head with my tongue slowly, making sure to watch her expression of lust, pleasure and a growing insistent need.
"Take it in your mouth," Cindy directed in a throaty whisper. "Just the head, tease me and I'm yours baby," she moaned.
Delighted to help out, I thought. I put my lips together and held her gorgeous cock against them. I slowly opened my mouth and let that monster slide between my lips. The taste of her head was so hot; my cock throbbed so hard in my pants I thought I might come right there. But I got her in and locked those lips around the head, my tongue swirling on her thick, heated invader.
I moaned involuntarily. It was so hot to have her meat in my mouth. I pursed tight and sucked, hoping to draw precum out, and was rewarded with a big droplet. I licked that up and shuddered from the taste. The delicious taste.
"That's some worship baby," Cindy whispered. "I'm so fucking hard from you right now!" she gasped.
"Mmmmmm," I said and felt her hips quiver as the vibrations were surely pleasurable. Then I relaxed my throat and pushed my head down, my tongue moving around as much as I could, making that wonderful thick tool as wet as I could get it. I almost deep-throated her; I had to pull back just a tad. I resumed slurping on that head.
Cindy's fingers tightened in my hair. Her moans sounded more urgent now. I released her and ran my tongue from head down to the base, allowing her cock to slide against my forehead as I did so, and licked on her balls a little. Back from base to head again and especially that little spot.
"Oh you are such a good, nasty, little cocksucker!" Cindy moaned. "God don't fucking stop now."
"Oh no not now," I replied quietly as I just licked a little. "I'm taking you all tonight."
"Wait," she panted. "D'you think we could um...sixty-nine? I want to taste you at the same time."
"No," I said.
"No?" she replied plaintively.
"Well. Okay."
"Why did you say no?"
"I'm enjoying owning your cock right now that's all."
"Oh. Well. Continue owning it then," Cindy said.
"I will." I began to gently stroke her at the base, with just enough pressure that there would not be any way for her to hold back. I mixed that with locking her head into my mouth and sliding my tongue all over that head. I stroked faster now, using the entire hand.
She moaned, warning me that she was getting close to cumming. My reply was to moan loudly and stroke faster and suck harder. "Oh oh god here oh I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" Cindy groaned.
The explosion of hot, slippery, delicious semen in my mouth was obvious enough that she was cumming. I found myself swallowing hard, taking it in, the warmth of his seed spilling down my throat. I jerked his cock harder, sucking hard now, trying to extract it all, drying her out of cum, my spare hand now carefully massaging her balls to get it all out. Finally, she pushed me away. She was spent, completely done in.
She dropped to her knees in front of me. "Where you want to cum, in my mouth or in my ass?" she asked me.
"Mouth. Take it all, Cindy. Take it all."
She had me climb up on the bed and then got on all fours over me. She treated me to a quick, strong blowjob not meant for length seductive pleasure but a quick, powerful orgasm. She got her wish quickly and like I had done for her, she swallowed it all. We exchanged a light, cummy kiss.
"Sorry about your domestic issues," she said quietly. "I feel bad."
"As do I Cin. So thank you for the distraction."
"See you tomorrow?"
"We'll see. Now I gotta sleep." I escorted her out, traded another kiss, and then locked the door and shut it firmly. Sleep beckoned.
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Soon after the collapse of the Berlin Wall, I was in an Eastern European country. My business was in trouble, but would the new girl help me?
The next morning Lilya and Danica accompanied me to the office. Natalya saw us off like a good little housewife, handing Danica my briefcase and giving me an open-mouthed french kiss. She looked a little forlorn as the three of us left and I felt my heart lurch again with love for this beautiful girl who had come into my life so suddenly and unexpectedly.
I assigned Lilya the desk next to Danica and left the girls alone to settle themselves. I walked into my office and turned on my Pentium computer. As it went through its boot sequence, I sat back and thought about what I should do. I'd been here for a month now and had zero results. My head office in London was patient, but not that patient. I could imagine the political games being played there - people like Mike Bloody Thornwood, who had shafted me once and got me exiled here, would be sharpening their knives. They were probably dripping a steady flow of bad news into the senior partners' ears about how the Eastern European operation was a waste and should be shut down. The only thing that probably helped me was that my boss had some influence and even Mike probably didn't want me back in London until I had fully lost all credibility.
My depressing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I looked up to see Danica at the door with a cup of coffee. She silently moved forward and put the cup on the table where I could reach it. She turned my chair until I was no longer facing the table and sank to her knees gracefully. She reached out to my waist and expertly undid my belt and my trouser waist hooks. I lifted my bum off the chair and she pulled my trousers down along with my pants. The operation had been enough to harden my dick and she held him with her soft hands and kissed the tip, while looking up at me. I lost myself in her beautiful eyes as she kissed my cock again and again. I stroked her lovely hair. 'Relax sir,' she whispered. 'It's too early in the day to get so worried.'
I lay back in my chair and closed my eyes. She was right. We'll find a way. I felt her lips form a seal round my erection and then felt her warmth slide down the pole until I was fully enveloped. I felt her nose against my pubic bone. What a good cock-sucker she was! I stretched my legs and held them tight against her warm hips while she bobbed up and down my rigid shaft. Occasionally, she stopped moving to swirl her tongue against the sensitive head. A few minutes later, I gripped the arms of the chair tight as I felt my balls churn. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me while she continued sucking and that drove me over the edge. I put one hand on the back of her head and her eyes closed as she felt my cum shoot up my erect cock. She had gone down all the way and stayed there as I shot jets of cum into her throat. My hips jerked up driving my cock deeper into her and she made a choking sound but swallowed like a trooper until I had no more to give. I took my hand off her head and she came off my softening cock. Her eyes were streaming with tears from being choked and her mascara was running but she had a wide smile on her face. 'That was good, Danica,' I said.
She nodded. She gave my cock a kiss, sweeping up a last drop of cum from the tip. She stood up in a smooth motion and disappeared into the bathroom as I stared at her rippling haunches. She reappeared with a wet flannel and cleaned me up. I stood up from the chair on woozy legs and pulled up my trousers. When I looked up at the door, I saw Lilya standing there. When she caught my eye, she blushed and her eyes dropped to the ground. I knew she had seen everything. Well, she hadn't run away screaming, so I guessed it was all right. Also, I had fucked her a few times last night and that was another reason I was confident that she didn't have s problem with me getting a blowjob at ten in the morning in the office. 'Hi Lilya,' I said. 'Is everything okay?'
She was still blushing quite fetchingly as she nodded without meeting my eyes. 'Yes sir,' she said, and went back to her desk. I stared after her. I didn't want an awkward environment in the office. I'd have to get her to give me regular blowjobs too. It was a hard job, but I just had to do it - purely for office morale, you know. With a smirk, I turned to my desk.
A couple of hours later, I called a meeting. I moved my chair so that I faced the sofa and the girls sat there. They were both wearing skirts that ended well above the knee and I could see most of their legs from where I was sitting. This was work however and I tried to ignore their sexiness. I turned to Lilya. 'Have you settled down?' I asked.
She nodded brightly. 'Yes, sir,' she said. She opened the notebook she was holding and said, 'Danica gave me the list of beer makers you have compiled.'
'Fat lot of good it did us,' I said. 'Most of them won't even talk to us. They claim they don't have any spare capacity to sell to us. Georgi must have got to them.'
'Danica told me about your office manager. You were a real hero to protect her.' Lilya's admiration made me embarrassed. After all, I was fucking the girls. I just shrugged.
'Your list has all the big manufacturers. Their beer is good, but not great. And they really do sell everything they can make. You'll find it very difficult to get through to them, regardless of Georgi.'
'Why?'
Lilya put a paper on the table and bent forward. The action made the top of her shirt open and revealed her lovely creamy cleavage. My eyes couldn't help dart to that view. The feeling that I could just reach out and fondle her boobs if I so wished was like a shot of viagra (which hadn't yet been invented back in the day), but I controlled myself. What was wrong with me? I had just been the recipient of an awesome blowjob and this was serious business, we were discussing here. Lilya drew her finger down the list we had made. 'These manufacturers represent more than ninety percent of the market.There are two dozen other producers who make up the rest of the market, but they are all small and mostly local. But what you have to realise is that there is a twelve percent shortage of beer in this country, so they don't have to do any marketing. They know that every litre of beer they produce will be sold without problems.'
'So why don't they make more?' I asked.
'Lots of reasons. Their equipment is old and keeps breaking down. They don't have enough hops sometimes. The workers are lazy.' She shrugged. 'The big manufacturers are quite happy with the situation. They were all sold off to oligarchs for peanuts when the government fell and now they are raking in lots of money with no investment and little work.'
I nodded slowly as I absorbed what she said. This was hopeless. Beer would have made a good export but now it looked as if that was a busted flush. Was I going to be a failure before I even started? 'So we were always going to fail?' I asked. I glanced at Danica and she looked ready to cry.
Lilya nodded. 'Yes,' she said. 'But now you have me!' She was grinning. 'I know a small manufacturer in Pozen who fell out with one of the oligarchs and was frozen out. They make great beer but cannot sell it anywhere. I think they would be willing to do a deal.'
Hope surged through me. May be there was a way out after all! I closed my eyes and thought things through. 'Where is Pozen?' I asked.
'Not far,' said both girls simultaneously. 'It's about an hour outside the city. South east of us.'
I had a lot more questions but I suddenly felt I had enough sitting round in the office. 'Let's go,' I said. 'We'll visit this brewery.'
'Now?' asked Lilya.
'Why? Have you got something else to do?'
She shook her head.
'Good,' I said. 'You can tell me all the details about them as we are driving.'
The roads were not very good, but there wasn't much traffic either once we left the centre of the city. Lilya sat next to me and Danica behind us. I glanced at the young lady. The car was warm by now and her coat was unbuttoned all the way, revealing her legs. I casually put one hand on her thigh. She glanced at me but didn't say anything. I loved the warm feeling of her smooth skin as I drove along. I realised it was crazy to just drop everything and drive to a business I had just heard about. But on the other hand, I wasn't achieving anything in the office. And a ride with two willing beauties in a car isn't a great hardship, is it? 'Tell me more about this brewery,' I said.
Lilya thought for a moment. 'There has always been a brewing industry in Pozen since the middle ages, but the town resisted against the Nazis when the Germans occupied our country and the town was pretty much wiped out, including the beer industry. Then after limited reforms were introduced in the seventies, the brewery started. They came to us in the Alcohol Production Controller's office asking for support, but the commissar wasn't sure whether to support them.'
'Why wouldn't the commissar support them?' I asked.
'This was a private company. All the other companies we supported were government companies. My boss said the beer was good but he couldn't bring himself to help a capitalist.'
What a fucked-up system, I thought. Lilya continued, 'It's ironic because my boss ended up working for the biggest beer company for Comrade K after it was privatised.'
Pozen was a town without charm, full of grey concrete apartment buildings built after the war. There was a brutalist soviet-style statue of a man and a woman holding a sickle against a cowering Nazi soldier. Subtle it wasn't, but it made me look at the town in a new light. The medieval attraction of the town might have been erased, but these citizens had bravely resisted the Nazis when the easier thing would have been to go along with the occupation. How much more beautiful is that than some old cathedral? Lilya had been here before and she directed me across a small bridge and then I saw the brewery. My heart sank. It was ramshackle, a couple of brick buildings surrounded by a wall. The gate was rusted and and even the sign saying 'Staro Pozen Browar' had slipped down its nails on one side and leaned like a drunk against a wall.
A young man, clearly puzzled, greeted us as we got out of the car. I saw a few other men and women peering at us through grimy windows. Lilya spoke to the young man in rapid sentences that were well beyond my ability to follow. I assumed she was asking to be taken to their leader, like some alien who had just landed on a UFO. The Mercedes was certainly out of place here and I was suddenly worried about its safety. I whispered my concerns to Danica and she nodded before speaking to the young man and pointing several times to the car and to me. The young man looked at me and nodded. In a soft voice, Danica said, 'I think the car will be fine now. I've told him that you are a very brutal man and that you love your car more than you love your wife.'
'But I am not married,' I said.
'So I wasn't lying!' she said with a grin.
The boss was a bearded, balding man with, appropriately, a beer belly. His name was Pyotr. After introductions, Pyotr spoke in halting English. 'My family have been brewers in Pozen for at least three hundred years. We lost everything when the Nazis razed the town. The communists repened the brewery in the sixties. They kept the name but...' He shook his head. 'I used to feel sick to see the Staro Pozen name on that horsepiss.' He looked at the ladies and said, 'Sorry for my language.'
I waved my hand to tell him not to worry. I was impressed by the depth of his feeling. 'How did you get the brewery back?'
'The brewery eventually died, as it should have. Then some limited reforms were introduced in the late seventies allowing private people to own some businesses and I used all my savings to buy it. My friends and family tell me that I made a big mistake. I think they are right too. Everything is a struggle. I can't get enough barley, enough hops, enough bottles...' He sighed. 'I am going slowly bankrupt. He nodded towards Lilya, 'The Alcohol Kommissar's lady tells me that you may be interested in buying our beer?'
I nodded. 'I might be,' I said. 'Can we look through your plant?'
'Of course,' he said.
Despite myself, I was impressed by the tour. Unlike the exterior, the interior was spotless. Pyotr pointed at the things as we walked through, explaining. The floor was cemented well without any cracks for material to collect and rot. The plant was also laid out logically. The grain handling area was on one end of the plant by large gates that lorries could drive to. Next to that area was the kitchen, where the grain was mashed in the digester and through to a room filled with kegs. The process needed a lot of water and I could see why they were next to the river. There was a small bar in one corner with a couple of draught taps. Pyotr picked up one of the kegs from the exit area and plugged it into one of the taps. He pulled the handle of the tap and filled a glass. The beer was a deep golden honey with a nice white head. He pushed the glass to me and I picked it up. 'Cheers,' I said, and sniffed the beer. The aroma was clean and enticing. I took my first swallow and knew that Lilya had found me the perfect beer to export. I had absolutely no doubt that this elixir was going to be a hit back in England. Pyotr offered the drink to the girls and they took very tiny amounts. I was later to learn that unlike English women, Eastern European women rarely drank much in public.
We went back to Pyotr's office, with me still carrying my half-empty (or was it half-full?) glass. 'Let's talk commercials,' I said. 'I want a hundred barrels.'
Pyotr nodded. I wanted a good price, so I let him know that I was going to be a big customer. I said, 'If that sells as I think it will, I want a thousand barrels for the next shipment.'
Pyotr's face fell. Lilya immediately leaned forward and spoke to him rapidly. I waited patiently until they finished their conversation. I could sense that something was wrong. Lilya turned to me. 'There is a problem,' she said.
I nodded, having guessed as much. 'What is it?'
'He cannot supply us,' Lilya said.
I was shocked. 'Why not?'
Pyotr leaned forward. 'Sir, I don't want to make a promise that I cannot keep. I would love to supply you but I cannot. I can make barely a hundred barrels a week.'
This was a blow. Even if I took his entire production run, a hundred barrels a week was hardly worth my company's while. I'd be laughed at in London. I could imagine Mike bloody Thornwood, my nemesis, pushing for the whole Eastern European division to be shut and for me to be fired if this was the best that I could manage. I thought for a moment and then something struck me. 'Your brewery is quite big and we only saw one small plant in it. I am sure even that one plant seems as if you can make over a hundred barrels a day, let alone a week.'
Pyotr nodded. 'You are right. At its peak, my grandfather used to produce thousands of barrels of six different varieties here. Those days are gone.'
'Why?'
'I need more people, more grains, more barrels, more everything!'
'But you said that you were making a loss and going slowly bankrupt. If you increase production, you will start making a profit.'
'I know,' Pyotr said. He looked miserable. 'But I need money to ramp up production which I don't have.'
'Why don't you go to the bank?'
Pyotr laughed and even Danica and Lilya smiled at my naivety. 'Mr Fred, the banks in our country don't have any money. What little money they have is captured by oligarchs who take out loans and don't repay it. I have already put everything I have into the brewery. I can't ask my friends and family for any more investment because I don't want them to lose it all.'
I thought for a moment. I liked the fact that he had refused to take the contract. I knew many people who would have agreed to supply the beer and then let me down. 'If you had the investment, how long would it take to ramp up production?'
'Two or three months. A bit longer for the high gravity beers.'
'How much investment do you need?'
'It depends. To produce one thousand barrels on a regular basis, I'd need...' He went silent for a moment and I could almost hear the gears in his brain turning. 'Two hundred thousand Koruna.'
I did my own calculations in currencies that I was comfortable with. Thirty thousand pounds. Fifty thousand dollars. 'Let's not worry about that for the moment. Supply me the one hundred barrels and then we can talk about the rest.' I liked the beer but I wanted to be sure that it would really sell in England before I committed anything further. Lilya discussed the terms with Pyotr and I was pleasantly surprised by the deal she was able to get. I guess the fact that she knew the beer business inside out gave her, and by extension me, a great advantage.
The drive back was just as pleasant as the drive there. Danica sat in the front this time and she too unbuttoned her coat all the way. Her slim legs were just as inviting and one of my hands casually fondled them, running up her smooth thighs. She parted her legs willingly and I rubbed her knickers, feeling the fierce heat of her pussy. She looked at me with hooded eyes, her breathing growing ragged as my hand excited her relentlessly. It was lucky that there was hardly any traffic until we reached the city.
When we reached the office, I started finding out what it would take to import beer into England. There were forms to fill, duties to be paid and bonded warehouses to be used, but as an import-export company, this was our bread and butter. Danica went back to her search about local office rents and lease agreements. Lilya started organising the local logistics - lorries, ships and so on. The afternoon passed quickly and productively and we went home in high spirits. I was confident that the beer would sell well and the investment that Pyotr needed wasn't too difficult to fund.
The next couple of weeks passed quickly. In the morning, Natalya would see me off with a hug and a kiss. When we reached the office, Danica would give me a blowjob. We would work for the next couple of hours before it was Lilya's turn to suck me off. Both girls had slightly different techniques. Danica took me in deep and applied consistent pressure while Lilya used her tongue a lot more. She licked my hard cock like a popsicle. Needless to say both were quite enjoyable. I had no objections from either girl if I copped a feel of their tits or gave their bums a swat through the day. They would occasionally come over and give me a kiss or two as well. We'd go out for lunch at one of the four good restaurants in town. Back to work for a few hours before I fucked one or both the girls as my fancy took me. We left office at six because we were an hour ahead of London and I wanted to be in the office till it was five in the head office. I didn't want to give the impression that we were slacking!
Back home, Natalya usually had dinner almost ready. As soon as we changed, she would hand the final bits of dinner prep to one of the girls and would join me for 'our' time. I would sit on the sofa and watch as this beautiful lady in high heels, short skirt and a soft, almost-transparent top mixed a drink, usually scotch, but sometimes a gin and tonic. Despite the two blowjobs and one fuck during the day, I'd become hard just watching Natalya walk towards me with a smile and the glass in hand. I had tried to get her to drink as well, but she shook her head and said that she wanted this time to be about her serving her master.
I would raise my arm along the back of the sofa and she would sit next to me, snuggling up to me as my hand left the back of the sofa and hugged her shoulder. Natalya kissed me on the cheek, then took my hand, kissed my fingers and guided them on to her breast. I took a sip of the drink while fondling her boobs gently, wondering what I had done to get so lucky. We talked about her English lessons, practising her increasing vocabulary. I talked to her about my calls with the head office or about some new customs regulation that I had found out about. She didn't understand most of it, but she listened avidly, gazing up at me with adoring eyes. I would kiss her and her lips were always ready and willing. Eventually, she would slip down from the sofa in front of me. I would give her a cushion for her knees - no one could accuse me of being inconsiderate. Also, it stood to reason that I would get a better treatment if her knees weren't sore on the hard floor. Natalya would pull down my trousers and start with my feet - sucking my toes while looking into my eyes. Then she would move up my legs, slowly, so that it was ten or fifteen minutes before she reached my thighs. By this time I would be hard as steel. She would start licking my balls and take them gently in her mouth. I would slide forward and raise my legs. Natalya knew what I liked and she would move down from my balls and started fluttering her tongue against my hole. I would groan with pleasure and reach out to the back of her head and taking a grip on her silky hair, I pressed her hard against my ass. I then took control, guiding her to wherever gave me the most pleasure.
After several minutes of this, I would let go of her head and she looked at me with a smile and stood up smoothly. She opened her legs and straddled me while sinking into my lap. Her pussy was wet and my hard cock always went smoothly into her cunt. She lowered herself all the way, until my cock was embedded fully inside her and stayed still for a few seconds, using her cunt muscles to squeeze me. 'Fuck,' I groaned, closing my eyes and reaching out for her tits.
'Yes, fuck,' she said, in her delightful accent, before starting to move up and down. We fucked long and hard and I felt her orgasm two or three times before I shot my cum into her. Natalya gave me a kiss before heading for the bathroom. One of the other girls would come in with a wet flannel and clean me up before I pulled up my trousers and we all sat down for a delicious dinner.
The night, oh, the nights... If you've never been to bed with three hot and willing women, I would highly recommend it. But I'll relate that experience some other time, because this pleasant interlude didn't last forever. I got a call from my boss in London. We had shipped off the beer but it was stuck in a bonded warehouse in Felixstowe because some paperwork was wrong. Someone in London had filled out Form B for spirits instead of the Form A required for ale. How could we have made such an elementary mistake? As I had mentioned, we were an import-export company and we didn't make errors like this. I suspected bloody Thornton's hand.
And I got a call from a rough sounding man. His boss, Comrade K, wanted to meet me. The Comrade wasn't happy about something.
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Faith and Jared copyright wolfaith(me!) Soren, Farad and Khaz copyright Serov Aspharr and Kal copyright Kradu
Warning: If you are not 18 years and above, read this story at your own risk. There's no Yiff in this chapter but my other series will be. 3 This story contains mild-nudity between two male furs. We don't want to face your lawsuit-happy parents, because we don't have time to do so.
"Hey, I'm back."
Faith just stared onto the panther's eyes, then immediately looked away. The panther, feeling worried, laid down the plate of food down on desk near his bed and sat with the canine.
"Are you alright?" the panther said, squeezed the canine's paw gently.
"Yyeah...errm..I'm ok." the canine said, obviously disturbed. The panther just smiled back to him, caressed the canine's cheek and stood up. Held up the plate of food and said, "Are you going to eat or not?"
With a nod, the panther padded down to his kitchen, passing by Jaren's door. The canine stood up after, hissed in pain as his tailhole ached. He lazily followed the panther's path, catching a glance at Jared's door. Giving him a glimpse of the past, the brutal thrusting into his ass. The mere thought made his sheath swell with arousal. Shrugging the thought, he continued following the panther.
The panther placed his plate down the table, scanning the fridge for something to drink. He heard the canine's footsteps. "What do ya want to drink?" he said, still head inside the fridge, rummaging through the goods. "Umm...orange juice would be nice." the canine said. After hearing a series of bumps from the contents of the fridge, "Aha! here we go." the panther said, pulling out a bottle of orange juice and closed the fridge shut.
Grasping a good clean glass, he poured orange juice onto the container and placed it down the table. The canine sat down on the chair quietly, both never noticing the fact that both of them were still butt-naked. The panther sat down beside him, began munching on the food that was on the plates. The panther, looking at the canine, a string of pasta hanging from his maw. "You okay? you look really weird this morning." the panther said, slurping the string of pasta back into his maw.
"I'm...i'm..." the canine managed to say under his breath, breathing rather deeply. He held the glass of orange juice, gulped it in one go, slamming the glass back on the table hard. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. The creaking from the chair and the loud slam of the glass, awoken the dragon snoozing lightly upstairs.
"I'm fine." he lied to the panther. Staring deeply into the panther's eyes, a moment of silence passed as a big black dragon entered the room the couple we're in. Faith blinked into his direction and walked silently past him, back into Soren's room.
"What's with th'pup?" the dragon curiously asked the panther. The panther stood up, briskly walking past him, completely ignoring his question.
"Uhh...okay.." the dragon scratched his head, and proceeded to raid the fridge.
Back into the panthers room, Faith entered the bathroom, closing it shut as the panther entered the room. The panther, noticing that his bathroom door was used. Knocking on the door, he said, "What's the matter with you?" No response, but he heard the shower's hiss. Getting worried, he opened his cabinet containing a spare key of the bathroom. Unlocking the bathroom, walking through the fog of warm steam that emanated from the shower.
The panther opened the shower curtain with a swift swipe. He found the canine, standing steadily, warm water flowing through his wet fur, staring blankly into space. The panther approached the canine, silently held him onto his arms. The canine, did'nt even budge.
Holding onto him tightly, the panther whispered in his ear, "Please, tell me what's wrong." The canine let his ears fall back and looked down. He reached on the panther's hands, squeezing them.
"I'm sorry Soren, it's just...just.." the canine said.
"I don't know." the canine said calmly, taking a deep breath. The panther's mouth was about to say a word, until he cut him off, "What will other furs think about us?!" Faith barked out loud. Jared heard a weak sound, staring onto the direction where the couple was located, but still continued eating.
The panther sighed, positioned the canine in front of him, so he could see his face. Just before the canine was about to bark out another word, a finger pressed lightly on his muzzle. "Shush, it's going to be alright. Nothing wrong will happen, trust me." the panther said, rubbing the canine's back, trying to calm him down.
The canine, sighing deeply, fell unto his lover's arms. The canine sniffled onto the fur of his lover's shoulder, the panther's method of calming someone down worked. Hugging the canine softly, kissing his forehead as warm water freely brushed down their fur, cleaning and trying to erase the stench of sex from last night. The panther chuckled ever so lightly, "You know, we won't be able to brush the scent off if we keep hugging." he smiled at the canine. The canine chuckled and hugged Soren tighter, released him and picked up the soap and a bottle of shampoo. He grinned at the panther, giving him signals of what he wanted. The panther just grinned back. A few moments passed, they both left the bathroom, drying their fur and combing it neatly.
"Ugh, god damnit!" the canine exclaimed. Startling the feline, "What's the matter?" "My clothes, I wasn't able to bring any!" the canine panicked, picking up his dirty clothes, folding them into a ball shape, tossing it. "Calm down." the panther said. "Here love, I can lend you some of mine."
The panther opened his closet, "Ah." he said, pulling out a simple black t-shirt and baggy pants.
"Uhh..thanks." the canine said, panting. All this panicking got him nowhere but on the saving grasp of Soren. Dressing up, he stared at Soren. The panther wore his football jacket, he wore a simple white t-shirt inside, and a pair of pants.
The panther noticed the canine examining him, looking back at the canine, "You like?" he said. "Yeah, it looks great on you." the canine said, a smile creeping on his muzzle.
"Well, we should get going. Or we'll be late." the panther said, as they raced down to the kitchen together, they both noticed Jared was gone. The table cleaned, so was the dishes. "We'll have to walk. I don't have a car unfortunately." the panther said, his ears fell back in shame. Their ears perked up, as a footstep was heard before them.
"I can take ya there." Jared said, wearing his usual uniform, the scent of cologne evident in the air.
"That'd be great, Jared." the panther replied with a grin. "Hop on to th'car then." the dragon replied, stalked past them, opening the door and unlocking his car with the beeper. Immediately they went and sat on the car, Jared roaring the ride with a flip of the key.
The ride was pretty quick, only took 10 minutes to get to Abellana high school. Jared dropped off Soren and Faith in front of the gate of the school. They bid their goodbyes and Soren gave a quick peck on the canine's cheek. The panther hurriedly went to his class, leaving the canine. Blushing at what has happened, he scanned the environment cautiously and entered the school.
Inside the school
Faith strode through the corridor, furs rushing to get class and others rummaging through their lockers. Unable to keep thinking about last night and this morning. He wasn't himself today. The canine walked to his next class, which was Social studies. Walking rather briskly to the classroom, he spaced out, clumsily bumped a fox that was rocking his feet in wait and dropped the fox's books.
"S-sorry, I wasn't looking." the canine apologized, his ears fell down in shame. He picked up the fox's books for him and walked inside the classroom. Silently cursed at himself for his clumsiness. The small fox just stared at him.
The canine found his seat, prepared himself for what was to come. As his classmates we're settling down, he eyed the same shy fox that he bumped into earlier entering the same room, taking a seat far away from him. A few seats was left vacant beside the fox, maybe the students did not want to sit with him, the new guy.
His teacher, Mr. Ramorez entered the room. An old fox, he wore Abellana high school's dictated teacher's uniform, He always carried his usuals, chalk as always, a book about his subject and a simple envelope.
"Oh great." most of the students thought, as they eyed the envelope. It contained their test scores, every fur hoping that they did good, just like any living being on earth did. It usually contained pop quizzes, the quizzes we're taken almost too frequently, it wasn't even 'popping' on their heads anymore.
Mr. Ramorez set his things on the teacher's desk, looking at the class and said, "Class, please settle down. We don't have much time." Mr. Ramorez isn't actually a strict teacher, but he made students lightly cringe when he said his usual, 'We don't have much time.' statement. Maybe it was his tone.
"Thank you, I have your test scores from last week's quiz." Mr. Ramorez said, initiating a chain reaction of groans and whines of disapproval. "Please, just relax. You did great this time, at least most of you did." most of the furs inside then smiled in confidence, a handful we're faces painted with worry. As the teacher started calling out each one of their names, giving out their quiz and revealing their grade, The fox Faith bumped earlier was now nervously eyeing him too.
Faith felt a piece of chalk hitting his forehead, He noticed Mr. Ramorez tapping his foot, glaring at him and his classmates, snickering. His ears fell back in complete humiliation and got up to get his quiz. Murmuring a rather silent 'Sorry' to Mr. Ramorez, he paced back to his seat, glanced at his quiz. 'A 86, not bad.' he thought, smiling to himself. As the teacher gave his classmates their paper, eliciting many groans of disapointment and howls of accomplishment.
Faith eyed the fox again, as he was the last one to be called, everyone staring at him made him blush hard, even his white muzzle fur turned into light pink. He ran back to his desk and his ears fell in embarrassment, a few furs snickering at his direction, gossiping. The fox just looked away, trying hard to ignore them. Faith noticed this and looked away from the fox, silently just paid attention to the teacher.
A rather big, muscular lion entered the room and interrupted the class. He wore a tight black shirt, cargo pants and a pair of sunglasses. "Ah nice of you to join us for class, Aspharr." Mr. Ramorez said, a hint of sarcasm obviously hung unto that statement. "Sorry teach, didn't have ah ride t'get me here, so ah had ta walk to th'school." the lion said, he had a really weird accent. "Be sure to get a late slip from the school's secretary and give it to me." Mr. Ramorez replied. "Now find a seat, relax and listen attentively, because I will call you a lot." the teacher said. "And, take those sunglasses off, their prohibited."
Obeying the teacher's request, he took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes. Stuffing it inside his pocket, he scanned the room for a vacant seat, and unfortunately found a seat beside the shy fox. His tail perked up, as he strode to the vacant seat, saying a kind "Hello" to the fox sitting beside him.
Aspharr, even though as a big lion, he's actually pretty kind. The fox tried to avoid eye contact with the big lion beside him desperately, a big paw was placed on his shoulder. He froze in complete fear, his avoidance in utter failure. "H..hh.hH...Hi..." he managed to murmur to the lion quietly, shivering nervously as he cautiously eyed the lion's face. His eyes, he thought. He blushed when he saw the big lion smiling at him kindly, the lion staring unto his emerald green eyes.
"Relax there little foxy, what's yer name?" Aspharr asked, still smiling, his paw never leaving the fox's shoulder. "Uhh...K-kal.." the fox said, his shivering stopped, but his blushing never did. "Heyas there Kally, am Aspharr." the lion replied to him with a big grin, his paw leaving the fox's shoulder in order to shake. The fox hesistated to reach out a paw to shake the big lion's larger paw, he eventually did anyway.
Aspharr felt a sting coming from his forehead, it was Mr. Ramorez again, flinging pieces of chalk at students who did not listen. "Even for a old fox, he's pretty accurate." He thought to himself. "Aspharr, page 67. Item 15 of exercise A. Now." a low growl came from Mr. Ramorez.
Aspharr, noticing that the old fox was getting mad due to the sheer amount of students that did not listen to him, he immediately turned to the said page. "Thank you, Aspharr." the teacher said, returning back into his lecture.
Kal though, still blushing at the lion, chuckling lightly at his silly mishap. Aspharr heard the small chuckle, faced the vulpine, the vulpine immediately shrunk back, the vulpine expecting that the lion would beat him to death, but Aspharr returned him with his kind smile. Kal smiled back, he's going to love Social Studies class, he thought to himself.
An hour passed, as the student's we're slumping on their desks in boredom. Mr. Ramorez too, noticed this and just kindly ended the lecture with a little project. Facing the students, "Class, I have a little team project for you to do, due on friday, about the current topic today." he said, "I want you to do question cards. That'll be the class' quiz tomorow, I will call each and every one of you and ask you 5 questions." he followed with, "5 questions that were made by your classmates, randomly picked on this envelope." lastly he said, "Study hard, groups of 3, scatter, NOW."
Different furs on the class scrambled out of their seats, meeting their friends and grouping up with them. Some discussing what should they do and who they should add to the group and others who we'rent invited to either. Faith, Aspharr and Kal were ones of those others.
Aspharr looked at the silent fox and said, "Hey, ya wanna group?" with a big grin. The fox replied, "Ss..shure.." smiling, the big lion stood up, alongside with the fox. Looking for someone to be their 3rd groupmate. The big lion's ears and tail perked up in excitement, he approached the unknowing canine and tapped his back.
Faith did'nt even budge, normal students would've yelped in suprise, as the big lion unknowningly tapped them. "Ya need ah group?" the lion grinned at him, showing his pearly white fangs.
"Okay." the canine said. "Great!" the big lion exclaimed, his voice immediately overlapped by the numerous, and rather loud voices of his classmates.
As the students we're leaving the classroom, going to their lockers stuffing their books and pulling out the ones for the next subject. "Okay class, remember your projects. Study and survive, not study and you WILL, fall into my merciless grasp." Mr. Ramirez trying to cover his good self, with an invisible shield of toughness.
"Discuss this shit, ta'morrah then?" Aspharr asked them, the canine left already, without either fox nor lion noticing.
"Hurmmmh...ratha' weird canine huh?" talking to the fox, Kal just nodded. When Kal was about pack up his books and go for his locker, the big lion stopped him. "Err..Do ya wanna hang out an' crap? I dun' have somethin' ta do t'morra." the lion said. Kal was just staring curiously, the word: "Why?" shrouded his mind.
"Uhh..ya might think this is weird an' all, but I dun' hav any friends. People complain that I'mma giant, a lion, should be tough and stuff..." the lion's voice trailed away through the air. "Well fuckin' hell yeah this is frickin' weird." Kal thought. But the big lion was very kind to him, and being a new kid, a good friend was needed. Blushing profusely, a smile crept on his little muzzle, and the fox said, "..er...sure..okay...yyeah..."
The big lion, didn't say anything, but instead, a really big grin appeared on his muzzle. They both left the classroom, and went to the cafeteria.
The Cafeteria
The cafeteria, contained numerous furs. It looked more than a simple crowd, like a mob, no, bigger. Much, much, bigger. The tiles on the floor shined with new polish, the tables we're cleaned frequently by the great staff, different aromas of different kinds of food filled the air. And the lunchladies, I worry more about them though, look at those students, lining up, trying to get their orders done.
A young tiger stood before the big line, he wore casual clothes, like what a normal person would wear, moderately built and stood a little bit tall, just a little bit.
The line looked like it would take years before you could even place your order. "Screw this." the tiger said to himself, even though saying the words out loud would make the sound like a murmur because of the constant talking of the other furs.
Walking past a small crowd, accidentally bumping into a wall of muscle and fur, it was Aspharr. "Dude, really sorry!" the tiger said, ears falling back, apologizing to the big lion.
"Naw, is okay." Aspharr said, wearing his usual kind smile. The tiger noticed a really shy fox behind him, trying to avoid contact with him. For once, Kal's avoidance worked. The tiger walked away, stood in front of a snack vending machine.
Aspharr glanced at the curious fox, he pulled out his sunglasses and wore it. Still looking at the fox, "Ya okay Kally?" the lion said. The vulpine did'nt really mind the big lion calling him "Kally". Turning back to him, he nervously said "rr...is..fine...th..th..thanks for asking." blushing, as always.
The lion just smiled back at him, the line was moving rather quickly. the tiger looked back, 'Wow, those lunchladies can sure can move fast.' regretting about leaving the line in the first place.
He went back to the line, his cellphone rang, but it could not be heard, due the fact that the cafeteria sounded like a zoo, more like Jurassic Park actually. Luckily, he had vibrator enabled and was able to know that someone was calling him.
Pulling out the phone, he saw a rather familiar name, Khaz. Khaz wasn't calling him though, instead he left a message: "Do you want to go out and get dinner together later?" the tiger smiled and typed out the word: "Yes." he finished by pressing the button SEND and stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
Checking on the progress of the line, it did not move. The feline growled in annoyance, until saw a familiar lion waving at him. "Here!Here!!" Aspharr waved to the tiger, Kal already placing his order and licking his chops in hunger. The tiger's ears perked up in suprise and approached the familiar lion.
"Heya, long line ain't it?" the lion said. "Wannah come eat wit' us?" the lion followed. The tiger nodded to him, and Aspharr just smiled. The fur behind them was growling out loud. The lion heard him and stared at him, "Ya are next anyways, why complain?" finishing his statement with a smile. The fur rolled his eyes and just looked away.
3 of them placed down their trays full of food on a clean table, and sat down beside each other. The tiger though, was in front of the lion, but the fox, was beside Aspharr. "So..what's yer name?" the lion asked. The tiger took a bite of the chicken sandwich, gulping the piece down. Looking at the curious lion, he said, "I..Uh..am Farad." "Well nice ta' meet'cha Farad, am' Aspharr and this little foxy right 'ere is Kally." the fox, taking a bite of his food, accidentaly swallowed it and he mildly choked. Pounding on his chest, he took a sip of soda and took a deep breath. The two felines just stared at the fox, Aspharr, chuckling at him and Farad just flashed him a quick grin.
Kal, shrunk back on his seat, his face burning red with embarrasment.
"Hey, sorry for the bump awhile ago man." the tiger apologizing again. "Tis' okay, really." Aspharr flashing him a toothy grin. "So..what's yer next classes guys?" The vulpine turned to him and said, "Bb..biology..." and returned to sip on his soda. "Wow, ah' got biology next too!" smiling at the vulpine. The lion, playfully poked the fox's ear. The fox blushing immediately, "Okkaay..." he thought to himself.
Farad just smiled at them.
The bell rang, ending recess.
"Aww, would b'great if we got ta' talk more Farad." the lion said, taking the last bite of the cheeseburger. Farad just smiled back at him, and the fox. "See you guys later." he waved, Aspharr waved at him and Kal just stared at him.
A few hours passed, the sun came down. The final bell ringing, signaling dismissal.
Carrying his bag, Faith got out to meet Soren outside the campus. Patiently waiting for the panther, staring at the random furs going home. A tap came from behind his shoulder, he looked back and saw Soren, grinning at him.
"Hey." the panther said, "You've been spacing out again, something wrong happened?" he followed.
"No, I'm all right." the canine said. Successfully pulling off a fake smile, he told the panther, "Wanna walk home together?"
"Sure!" the panther smiled, they left the school gate and headed for each of their homes.
Asphaar waited for Kal to get finished with his work, fortunately, they had the same subjects every week. The lion patiently waited for Kal, standing beside him, he leaned above the fox, pointed something on his work. "Nice." the lion said, praising the fox. The vulpine looked above at the lion, catching a whiff of his scent. "Tthanks..y-yoou.." he said, smiling back.
Couple of minutes passed, and Kal was done with his work. Asphaar perked up, "Hey! are ya gonna do somethin' ta'morra night?" looked down on the small fox. "Erm..nope..." shaking his head slightly at the lion. "Grrrreat! Want ta' catch'a movie?" the lion's tail, waving in excitement. The fox's tail wrapped on his right leg, blushing while he calmly said, "Sure." Leaving the room, they saw Farad walking to the school's exit.
They waved at him, the fox, finally not staring. The tiger waved at them back, smiling at them and continued to go his way.
* To be continued
Well, there you have it chapter 2 of the series of "Loosening Up" and again, I thank my darling Serov and Kradu for giving a part of the story and editing it. Comments would be nice. 3
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*The Adventures of Shock and Rock*
*What Belongs in a Museum...should stay there.*
"...and so, honored guests and patrons of the Si-Te-Cah Institute, I present to you the latest addition to our cultural and natural history. Additions which you yourselves have made possible, behold, the Masks of Kingcome!"
From my vantage point high above, I watch as Laura throws the lever and the curtains rise off of several glass cases. There is the expected commotion of oohs and ahhs as the collected morphs gaze upon the new treasures the good folk at Micro-Optimum have unearthed, before everyone applauds our bowing emcee for permitting them this honored first look.
"Please, please, it's you who deserves the applause I insist! Thanks to your generous investments and continued efforts to keep our archeological projects running we've been able to reclaim almost the entire collection of these ceremonial masks. I invite everyone here tonight to gaze upon the fruits that our combined labors have born. Please, enjoy yourselves!" The ringtail lauds, beaming as her words bring a light to all eyes and a lump to a good few throats of the various museum goers. It makes it that much easier for her to then turn off the podium mike and quickly rush off the stage to grab her ear bud, glasses and a much needed drink.
"You certainly know how to spin the bullshit." I quietly whisper as Rock appears clutching two water towers filled with champagne.
"Yeah well, whatever it takes to keep them happy and their wallets open." The ringtail mutters as she downs the contents of her glass then swaps it for a full one off the trays now doing the rounds. "We need the extra funding, and whatever else these tycoons can toss our way now more than ever, what with the on-going thefts from our overseas labs that've been gumming up the works and other more recent events."
I take a sip of my own drink as Laura balances her glass on the vast expanse of her chest and does a few stretches, the fatigue from having to play hostess showing with each creak and groan. "Well hopefully tonight's little sting operation should solve at least one of those issues, if we're lucky."
"We'll be lucky, Shock. Such rare gems of the past are far too tempting a prize for any thief to pass up." Rock muses, watching as the museumgoers gaze and natter in wonder at the richly decorated headwear. "I think a more pressing question is is it really safe to let such artifacts into the public domain?"
"Probably not, but frankly we don't have any alternatives at present." Laura slips on her specs and sighs. "At any rate, I only have to keep this up for two more hours. Then we can turn everything over to you and the police, and I can go back to working on the Bustress."
I quickly bite down on the rim of the water tower, the unyielding taste of metal in my mouth serving to mute my bubbling giggles. "Still so raw about that are we?"
"Hey, she's showing promising results under me. Been nearly four months since her initial rampage and she's still happy as a clam out in the sink with her original team. Hasn't held back anything on what she did to...ahem...'improve' on my design and shows every bit of enthusiasm towards helping us crack the secret of artificially induced bodily growth." Laura proudly declares, taking a triumphant swig from her glass. "I thought we'd lucked out with how well Gon is responding to his treatment but we may actually be looking at the prospect of rehabilitating two full macros here. Even you can't deny that's an attractive thought."
Rock and I keep politely sip at our champagne, each of us daring the other to make the first reply.
"We do..." Rock finally begins. "We just worry what you're getting up to in order to make such happen."
Even from a mile below us we can feel that immediate pin prick of a dark glare. A glare only our dear, extremely busty ringtail could possibly conjure up. Fortunately my skunk and I have worked with Laura for long enough that we've earned the right to occasionally bust her chops, so with a winning smile from each of us the ringtail just sighs and raises her glass for a toast.
"To furthering the harmony of giants and little folk, no matter the cost."
"To us and to you, with deepest sympathies to all assigned as your own private test subjects." I proclaim, bringing us all to laugh as we share a drink together. "Anyway, enough schmoozing with the giant superheroes. We've got fans out here to tend to and you've got a ripe bank account quickly zeroing in on your six."
Laura turns around to behold a cobra herm slithering her way through the throng of morphs. Clad in scarlet scales and a shimmering purple evening dress the naga girl cuts a most eye-catching visage as shi approaches, most prominently because shi actually meets up with Laura while the two of them are still at five paces, the enormity of their breasts bridging the distance between them.
"I do apologissse for interrupting you, but I couldn't help notisssing your fine tassstesss in wardrobe up there on the podium. There'sss ssscant few I've ssseen who not only have your figure but alsssso favor original Garibaldi threadsss." The serpent hisses softly. Laura cocks a perplexed eyebrow, then glances down at the blue backless number that's being so cruelly taxed by her while simultaneously getting battered around by the giant snake tits rubbing against it.
"Well I don't know if I favor them per se, I just find them practical to wear for events such as this." She responds. The serpent looks most pleased.
"Ssso you find them comfortable in addition to durable?" Shi asks. Laura tugs at her dress and shrugs when the material vehemently refuses to give despite the dual mammary assault, and the reinforcements that're added when the serpent's third bulge presses so sweetly into her lower regions.
"Yes, actually it's quite comfortable. Though, if you'll forgive my asking, what interest is it to you, Miss..." Laura extends her paw, and gets a fit of hissy giggles.
"Eleanor Garibaldi, the one you have to thank for making such fitting attire. You and your friendsss there that isss" The snake replies, hir forked tongue briefly getting caught in her teeth as she stifles more giggles from our ringtail's surprise. "And my interesstssss sssstem from a few wordsss that found their way to me resssently: about how there are other sssuch folk asss yourssself at Micro-Optimum in need of comfortable attire while they work to better life for usss all. I wish to dissscusss allowing my company to be your primary ssssupplier for work uniformsss and lab gear."
Laura seems to finally realize she's been standing with her jaw resting upon her chest the whole time this serpent has been making her offer. Gently pushing it closed she offers her paw again, noticeably this time with more enthusiasm. "Well in that case, my name's Laura and I'd be happy to discuss such a proposition. Care to walk and talk?"
The snake tenderly takes the offered paw, planting a delicate kiss on it. Laura blushes and quietly leads hir away to where they can natter freely. It's fine by us as we can trade nods and hushed snickers without fear of repercussions while posing for photos from the flocking crowds outside the museum. The party runs its course rather uneventfully from then on. We sign autographs, flex to let a few thousand more cameras immortalize our beefy bods clad in the new costumes Miss Eleanor is apparently to thank for, and provide additional visual entertainment till the fun and games draw to a close.
"All right that's the last of them. Place is all yours." Laura replies in relief as the remaining patrons leave. "I'll check in as soon as I'm back and logged in, though I may possibly be a little slow in responding." The ringtail swallows as Eleanor approaches, offering her arm and blushing when the snake accepts. I'm admittedly more intrigued than I am concerned.
"Fine by us. We've got police back up for this one so we should be set." I reply, tossing the lightning ball I've been toying with for the fans into the sky then carefully closing the museum roof (like all public buildings it's hinged on one side so we can simply flip it up if either Rock or I need to glance at what's happening inside).
"Roger that. She should be here shortly. I'm signing off for now." Laura departs with her serpent and Rock and I do a quick survey of the square. From our vantage point all seems fairly clear, though neither of us accepts that at face value for even a second. Ironically while 400 feet may afford a perfect view for covering the exterior of a location, it puts us at rather a disadvantage for trying to catch someone who's indoors. It's thus why we need a normal sized point of view for this particular operation, and fortunately one soon becomes available when a police cruiser pulls up behind the museum and out steps an arctic fox.
"Shock? Rock? I'm Detective Rachel Graham, KCPD. Reading me up there?" The vulpine inquires. Tapping my specs I zoom in on her as she flashes a badge pinned to her vest.
"Shock here, getting you loud and clear. You're our inside eyes and ears for the evening?" I inquire.
"Affirmative on that. My job's keeping the exhibit under close guard while you two patrol the outside." Rachel slides a card through the service entrance key reader and steps into the museum. I kneel and watch through the windows as she goes about setting alarms and checking the building's systems. "What's the initial report on things?"
"All's clear so far. We've kind of been hoping you could give us a bit more background on who it is we're expecting to turn up tonight." Rock replies while I kneel and press my face against the glass, watching as the detective reaches the exhibit hall containing the masks and maps out the room.
"He calls himself "Ombre de Argent", roughly translated, "The Silver Shadow". Based on what we've gathered from the previous theft at your branch in Ottokan he's a coyote, roughly mid-20's with quite the talent for acrobatics and a keen eye for all the valuable relics your company has been digging up. Unfortunately we've got nothing concrete on motive just yet, but we believe he's either a former employee of Micro-Optimum or possibly working with an inside source as so far he's managed to best every manner of security your company has." The white vulpine lightly taps her foot on one of the pressure plates built into the floor around the displays, smiling when it sinks slightly to show it's now armed. Should anyone try to approach the masks in the normal manner, they'll quickly find themselves immersed in a thick cloud of knock out gas. Seeing this makes me smile too, though for very different reasons.
"That's it?" I ask.
"That's all I'm allowed to reveal for now. I trust you understand that, as this is an ongoing police investigation, there are a few facts I've been asked to keep confidential."
I turn to Rock and gesture to my glasses. He in turn smirks and takes the lead.
"We understand the police issue just fine, we're just perplexed since we're all working for the same company on this particular operation." My darling skunk replies.
The vixen halts as a shadow swallows her up. Hesitantly she turns around to view our faces taking up the entirety of the windows.
"Don't get us wrong, we can tell you're very much a well carried enforcer of the law, however not every law enforcer was made aware of the Ottokan theft, nor does every officer carry a badge etched with a Micro-Optimum ID tag that only shows up on an infra-red scan. There's also the little issue that you seem quite familiar with all the added security that was installed yesterday, such as that pressure plate, despite not having a floor plan or any notes to hand." Rock continues.
Rachel looks down at the floor again, now realizing her exquisite attention to detail has caught her out. I merely take a back seat and let my beloved mephit play Sherlock.
"Now taking into account you didn't bring any back up with you it's pretty obvious you've been tailing this 'Ombre' character for a while, enough to be trusted to deal with him on your own. That fits since, if, as you say, he has an inside angle, the most reasonable option would be to send another inside agent to counter his efforts. Add to that the doubt hanging on your previous words and I think we can safely say there's more to tell than just the official police issue spiel." Rock smiles warmly, bringing the white vulpine to sigh and fold her arms. "So, adding it all up, you're clearly here at the behest of the company and not the police, thus there's little need for secrecy."
"Yes well, regardless, I'm a cop first and an inside agent second...it's just Micro-Optimum pays far too well for me to refuse side-jobs like this." Rachel shrugs. Rock and I both snicker. "If you honestly must know, yes I've been following this guy ever since he first broke into that dig site of yours up in Korstein and made off with the scepter you recovered. Seemed like nothing more than simple burglary at the time, except none of the feelers I put out were able to report any sightings of it on the black market. From then on it's been the same thing, he'll take something of immeasurable value and it'll just vanish off the face of the earth. If he isn't selling them off for profit, there's gotta be something else afoot here."
"And how do you know it's always the same morph perpetrating each theft? Plenty out there who'd give their right paw to get their...well, right paw on the treasures we've been finding." I query. Rachel withdraws a business card, shaped like a coyote's print, and holds it up for my perusal.
"He leaves one of these at the scene of every crime, this one he actually dropped right into my lap, after handcuffing me to a pole and making his escape." Rachel glowers while clenching a fist. "Can't believe I actually let him get that close and yet still lost him!"
I zoom in on the card, noting the print is clearly that of a foot, and has been painted with some type of reflective finish so it gives off a silvery aura in the pale moon light. "Bit of a personal angle on this case then, detective?"
Rachel looks away, though there's nary a flicker of denial in her body language.
"Maybe...a little bit." She puts away the card away and sighs. "I need to check all the other exits and entrances are secured. You two got the outside covered?"
"Every inch from roof to ground." I reply. Rachel adjusts her clothes and heads off into the other wings of the museum while Rock and I stand vigilantly around the perimeter, sweeping our gaze across the bright lights of the city and seeing all there is to see.
"May want to keep the fans at bay though. He could use them as a distraction to slip by us." I venture as the ground continues to mass with morphs wanting to see what the two titans of the city are up to.
"Good thinking...although..." Rock hmmms as he makes the perimeter of rose bushes around the museum grow about eight feet higher, limiting our adoring public to the sidewalks outside. "I dunno, the more I think about it, the more preferable the idea of letting him make the heist sounds. At least then the contingency plan would kick in and make things a heck of a lot easier."
I meditate on the possibility, tossing another small ball of lightning between my paws. My skunk speaks true about the facilitation aspect, though what would happen as a result still gives me pause.
"Perhaps, but I'd rather not push our luck. Sure he'd be easier to catch, but he'd also be a lot more dangerous. Speaking of which..." I tap my specs. "Rachel, you about done with your check-ups?"
"Affirmative, Shock. I just need to head to the monitoring room for a second then I'll return to the masks. Place looks to be locked pretty tight on the doors, nothing that can be easily picked. Anything happening on the roof?"
Though I know it'll make no difference I scan the top of the museum. "Nothing, but I don't think he'll be using the roof to get in either. Too easy to be spotted by one of us."
Rachel growls in frustration. "Well there's gotta be something we're missing. Hmmm..."
I see her pass by one of the windows, paws noticeably still clenched as she tries to think of any other way this thief might be able to get the drop on her again.
"Did your contact at Micro-Optimum mention anything else about the nature of this operation?" I ask.
The vulpine looks at me through the glass. "Nothing besides we've basically set up the whole museum as one giant trap for our mutual grievance, and really that's about all I needed to hear to agree to do this. Why?"
I debate for a moment on whether to follow, and decide it best since, as Rock said, we're in this together and shouldn't be keeping secrets.
"Well, if it'll put your mind anymore at ease, even if dear Ombre succeeds we've still got..."
*WEE-OOH! WEE-OOH! WEE-OOH!!*
We all jump as the museum suddenly blazes with red lights and wailing klaxons.
"Wha? Never mind, we'll talk later. Get to the masks!" Rachel tears off back in the direction of the new exhibit wing. I take a moment to follow, having been cleanly winded by first the noise, then the apparent notion that despite my best efforts, Ombre has still somehow slipped past. By the time I've stepped back over, Rock has already unlocked the roof and lifted it up, revealing that although the alarm has been tripped, the masks are mercifully undisturbed. Praise be that I can now let my pride suffer from the harsh truth that someone has managed to defy my superior eyes and ears without worrying about additional repercussions.
Seconds later Rachel charges in, disarms the alarm then tries the lights. The results aren't favorable so she flicks her gun's flashlight on and takes aim. We all scan every last inch of the wing, but neither I nor my skunk can see any other morphs.
"He can't have split, can he?" I say.
"Not likely, not if his prizes are still here." Rachel responds. Swiftly she kicks the door shut and calls out. "Alright Ombre, been a nice game of hide and seek we've played till this point but tonight is where it ends. I've got a view of every exit from this room and the two very large males with me have both the roof and the entirety of the grounds outside covered. There's no where for you to run!"
For a second silence reigns, but then comes the rhythmic beat of slow, admiring applause.
"Magnifique, ma fleur blanche. Magnifique." A lowly accented voice echoes from the darkness. "Et pour vous aussi, cher tuteurs.* Clearly I have been making the rounds of the company boardroom if they're now sending their biggest assets after me."
Handing the roof to me, Rock leans in to try and spy any movement, any sign of a being in the midst of the exhibit area. Unfortunately this quickly proves another instance of where size can work against us as he just serves to keep the room in almost pitch blackness, his wide spanning back blocking all light from the moon.
"My express congratulations to whomever had the idea of installing the laser net across the ceiling instead of the floor this time. Thought for sure I'd mapped every one of your little tricks but still you manage to surprise."
Rachel growls as she nears another light switch and tries it. Still nothing but taunting clicks.
"Ah yes, I do apologize but I came across the main fuse box for this place on my way in and...well temptation makes fools of us all." Ombre replies. "For the better really, now perhaps we can actually talk this over for once, *non?"
Something catches Rachel's eye, and, to our combined surprise, she proceeds to blast away into the darkness.
"Guess not. How tragic."
A rustle echoes from elsewhere in the exhibit and the vixen shoots up another poor wooden panel. I'm now mildly concerned that our means to catch this thief may end up costing the museum more than said thief is.
"Um, Rachel, we are aiming to take this guy in alive, right?" I say as the arctic vixen whirls around and tracks her gun across the far side of the room.
"They're just stun darts. Nothing fatal." Rachel retorts, eyes glowering as she keeps trying to find her prey in the dark labyrinth of displays.
"Well be that as it may, there's a lot of valuable, not to mention fragile stuff in there so still...hmm, never mind. Shock, can you reach the chandelier?" Rock asks. I stare questioningly, but soon get the gist when he gives me a wink. Pulling the large beaded ornament free from the ceiling I cut through the power cables with my claws, then press the exposed wires to my thumb.
"Shield your eyes detective, this is going to be bright!" I proceed to feed the lights a massive amount of juice. In an instant the interior of the museum erupts with an almost heavenly white aura, the lightbulbs audibly hissing with the strain of carrying so much voltage. Quickly I peer into one of the windows and behold the now perfectly lit room, just as something begins to inch it's way up from behind one of the display cases.
"Okay Rachel, to your left, main display!" I say. With seasoned precision, the arctic vixen turns and locks on her target. The shape, realizing it's been caught, breaks the glass case open and attempts to grab the mask inside, so the dear vixen duly responds by firing away again. Ombre abandons his reach and ducks under the first volley, darting from the display to the far side of the wing.
"Grrr, give it up, Ombre! You're not escaping me this time!"
"Ohh mon cherie,* when the time comes I'd wish to be caught by no one else than yourself. *Malheureusement,* I fear I must remain at large for a bit longer." He dodges another shot behind one of the columns, out of sight from what's visible through the windows. As Rachel gives pursuit he zips to another column then another, leading her on another goose chase around the room, till finally the lightbulbs can take no more of my super charging and blow out.
"DAMMIT!" Rachel screams as the room plunges back into darkness again. "Now I can't see anything till my eyes adjust!" She rubs at her face, blindly stumbling back towards the broken display. Scanning the room again, I spot something emerging from the shadows and make another mad dash for the mask.
There's no time for us to think, instinct acts on its own. Rock slams his fist into the ground to trigger a very localized earthquake, while I zero in on Ombre and flick a low powered bolt of lightning at him. It's a quick but effective response, and it'd have worked beautifully if not for one thing: by the time both our attacks hit, the guy's already closed the distance between him and the case, while Rachel is still between them. As such when he loses his footing he goes flying into her stomach, and she gets tackled into the case, with the two of them ending up in a crumbled mess of shattered glass and wooden splinters.
"Oooh, oops." Rock meeps. "Umm, Rachel are you okay?"
Much coughing and groaning issues from under the quivering Ombre as our dear vixen pushes him off.
"Yeah, cough rather frazzled and short on cough breath, but I'm good."
I tap my specs and zoom in on Ombre. As theorized he is indeed a coyote, and certainly as silver as they come. His fur, what I can see of it under the high-tech sneak suit he's wearing, practically shimmers in the moonlight, almost as if it were metal rather than fur. Looking at him I'm suddenly beset by some old memories, some reclamation of my past self before I became a lightning god, and my suspicions about him increase exponentially.
"Well he's yours for the taking now. Want me to hold him down while you get the cuffs...out..." My voice stills as Rachel extracts herself from the destroyed display piece, and reveals that in the hassle the mask has slid off its mount and onto her. "Um...Rachael, I think you've got something on your face."
"Oui,* permit me to take care of that for you, *ma gendarme belle." I whip around to see Ombre back on his feet and running to the vixen. Quickly I move to grab him but no sooner have I raised my paw than he's suddenly reversed course and flown clear across to the other side of the room.
"Wha?" Rachel blinks, staring through the mask in utter bewilderment as her target slowly regains consciousness from the 100 yard flight. Looking down at her arm, the vixen gasps as she sees the muscles on it have swollen to almost three times their normal size. Shivering at this, she checks her other arm and sees it's bulking up too. In fact her whole body has started to pack on additional might. "What is this?"
I swallow heavily, dread mixing with fascination as I answer. "That's the contingency plan."
The arctic vixen gasps, watching herself getting bigger by the second. Her clothes start to creak and fray, seams popping as she tentatively flexes. Her now bowling ball sized biceps burst right through both her shirt and her jacket, finishing off the rest of her sleeves when she flexes again and they're joined by the watermelon size triceps. "This...This..." She looks down and murrs deliciously at the sight of her breasts also expanding outward. "This is incredible!"
"Indeed..." Rock responds, clearly as amazed as the rest of us. Rachel attempts to get up from the display wreckage, only to stumble and fall back on her butt as the rapid growth of her legs throws off her balance. Her pants are soon reduced to shreds as striated, white furred muscle surges forth from within, her foot paws pushing the other displays over as they get longer and larger. "But it's kind of throwing a wrench in the plan here. Can you get the mask off your face?"
"Hmm?...uh right..." Rachel reaches up and tries to remove it, though the task is impeded by the fact that her fingers have now swollen to the size of train cars and the mask itself isn't growing with her. Inevitably her effort only succeeds in dislodging it so it falls into her chest and is promptly swallowed up by her cleavage. "Damn...s-sorry." She tries to dig it out, and murrs even louder when her vest breaks apart to let her tits swell out. "Ooooh...can't concentrate...feels too good!"
I'm further intrigued, heck if there weren't more pressing matters to hand I'd actually want to watch this play out. Rock and I have had the inside dirt on the true nature of the masks for a while, but never have either of us gotten to see one in action. Sadly right now it looks like we gotta pick up the slack here as a check on Ombre shows he's come round from the crash against the wall.
"Don't even..." I start, right before he flips to his feet and makes a renewed attempt for the growing vixen. This time however she proves useful in her predicament as one of her feet hits the pressure plate and throws up a wall of knock out gas between her and the coyote. Seeing we've still got the roof open, Ombre fires a grappling hook from his suit into a hole I now notice has been drilled into one of the panels (his point of entry perhaps?) and attempts to lift himself up and over this obstacle.
I promptly slam the roof back down on the museum, nearly catching my skunk's fingers in the process.
"Ack! Shock, what are you doing?"
"Hopefully that should incapacitate him, since the gas can't dissipate." I explain. Rock looks uneasy.
"And what of our dear vixen when she ends up growing too big for the room to contain her?" He asks.
"...ahhhh." I bleat weakly, realizing the slight flaw in my plan. Hearing a thunk and a yelp of pain from inside the museum I hastily try to get the roof open again, only to be knocked off my feet when two giant footpaws kick down one of the walls and nail me in the shins. Down I go over the rose bushes to a crashing collapse in the street and the park outside. Rolling over and rubbing my legs, I watch in dismay as two black furred fists punch out the windows, knocking Rock for a loop as they reach up and tear off the roof. Smashing apart the rest of the ruined building, Rachel finally extracts herself and cries aloud in ecstasy, standing now at 280 feet tall with the pitiful remainder of her clothes tumbling off a body that's packed with almost as much muscle as Rock or my own. I am left quite breathless as to just how huge she's gotten in every department, and in such a short space of time too! Not to mention how much the look seems to appeal to her.
As she passes the 300 foot mark, Rachel takes a moment to check herself out, flexing and panting raggedly that she now possess biceps the size of small mountains and calves that dwarf skyscrapers. Hefting her chest again the vixen nearly orgasms when she feels her breasts are both big enough and definitely heavy enough to match all her bulk, supported perfectly by a fine pair of steely pectorals and a brick wall of eight solid abs underneath.
"Rachel?" I ask hesitantly as I walk over to her, the Amazonian vixen glancing up with awe as my face gradually gets closer and closer.
"Oh...my...GOD! Look at me! I'm...I'm like uber-fox!" She gushes, flexing again and watching the veins covering her might inflate as her growing form demands increasing amounts of blood. "Oooh, and it feels so...gooood!" She hugs herself and moans as her massive, impervious lats roll and expand into her paws. Rubbing back over herself she reaches between her legs and teases at the moist, swollen folds of her immense sex, potent smelling juice trickling down the canyons of her legs to land on the ground in huge, pond size splats.
"So I see. Well we'll be happy to explain why in a moment, but first let's get that mask off you so you don't get too big here." I try and find where the offending artifact has lodged itself, but something causes Rachel to tear away.
"Wait...wait just a minute...where's Ombre?"
I look into the crumbled rubble of the museum, but there's no trace of the coyote.
"He's...well, I honestly don't believe it, he's gone." I look to my partner. "Rock?"
My skunk shakes his head as he gets back to his feet. Rachel quickly turns and scans the surrounding buildings, her teeth glowing in the moonlight as something small and fast somersaults out of a tree and onto a nearby fire escape.
"There he is! Ombre, halt!" She growls, her body instantly gaining 50 more feet and a few additional tons of muscle in reaction. Veins now bristle across her immense might as she charges across the street, asphalt turning to dust under her footpaws while cars (those that weren't able to stop in time to veer around) crumble into scrap as they collide against her ankles. Reaching the other side she grabs the fire escape and rips it off, taking a good chunk of the building's wall out in the process.
"Dammit, stop running you felon! You can't hide from me now!" She roars as the coyote merely backflips of the fire escape and onto the roof. Enraged, Rachel makes a grab for him but her target is too fast for her to catch. Instead she ends up putting her fist through several floors while Ombre executes a perfect dive into a window across the alleyway and gives the vixen the slip again. As such, s
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*Hi folks, this story was edited with great skill by Baney-R. Any goof ups probably happened when I went back over it and changed a few things. This is a longer story so those of you who like that sort thing can relax with a beer and enjoy it. Those of you who don't can get off of the bus now. But you don't get to whine about it later because you have been warned and have chosen to continue. Please note again, this is a longer story. So if you write in the comments below that it was too long you'll only make yourself look stupid. SS06*
The ads. We see them in a million places at all times of the day. They urge us to be more than we are. They urge us to be brave. They urge us to go beyond our ordinary existence and shoot for the stars. They urge us to go for our dreams.
"Just do it," they say. "No Fear!" "YOLO!" "Be all you can be!"
That bullshit is what got all of this started. My name is Madelyne Richards and this is my story. It's a really fucked up story so far but I'm still working my way towards the happy ending. A lot of the shit that happened to me is pure bullshit. I'm 100% sure you'll see it my way when this tale is done.
This all started about six years ago when I was thirty. I was happily married to the man of my dreams. My husband Reid is a chemical engineer and a very successful one. He has his own consulting firm. They do all kinds of work that most people never think about.
They do product testing for sports drinks, make-up products, automotive solutions and almost anything that needs to be proven safe for human use or consumption.
We had a lifestyle that was beyond comfortable but not quite rich. But at thirty, it was about to happen. I was about to give up my cushy lifestyle. I was about to begin twenty years or so of hard labor and poverty. I was about to lose most of my husband's love because of something I had no fucking control over.
My mother loved Reid. And believe it or not his mother loves me. I guess that's why they started putting so much pressure on us and wanted to make us leave our easy, carefree lifestyle and enter into the prison of being parents. They wanted to see my body transformed into something that more closely resembled ... Theirs. They wanted to hear the annoying pitter patter of tiny baby feet.
And God knows I wanted to hear it too. I just wasn't ready for it then. I mean on paper, I liked the idea of having a cute little baby. I also loved all of the extra attention I would get. And I looooooooovvvvvedddd the idea of Reid spoiling me even more than he usually did.
I could see myself bravely enduring the morning sickness and sending Reid on all kinds of errands to get me things that I just had to have. I could see the humor in sending him out in the middle of the night for some hard to find food only to find me asleep when he got back with it. I could also see humor in me deciding that I didn't want it, once I saw it, or barfing at the first taste of it.
But what I hated most was the thought of what it would do to my body. I had always been "the hot one," and I didn't want to give that up. I had no desire to become "the invisible woman. I didn't want to just be referred to as Reid Richards' wife. I didn't want that suburban mom body.
Sure there were a few very lucky women who were able to retain their shape and some who actually snapped right back after a pregnancy. But they were mostly super rich Hollywood types who had their own nutritionists and personal trainers and body sculpting surgeons on call. I hated those bitches with a passion.
And even worse than them I hated those track bitches. My husband Reid is an avid runner. He ran track in college and loves to watch those TV track meets that the rest of the world forgets about until the Olympics. There's always some bitch in those meets that took a year off to spit out a perfect baby and then runs her skinny ass back into shape and sets a world record.
Every time I see that shit it makes me want to chase her skinny but muscular ass around that track and beat the shit out of her.
And that was where this story started. My mom had just left after another afternoon of veiled hints and outright whining about not having any God damned grandkids.
I was really pissed. It wouldn't have been the first time I'd told my mother to get fucked, but Reid took her side.
"You're right, Mom," he said. "It's time."
I was speechless. I stood there watching her hug him, while I, the designated brood mare, tried to find words to describe their outright audacity at their decision to turn MY body into an incubator or baby factory for children that I wasn't sure I was ready for.
"You get right on that, Reid," gushed my mother. I hated that bitch at that moment.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, right back to her. "I'll get right on it." Even as he said it, he reached over and smacked my ass, while my mom looked on with glee.
She walked out the door a few minutes later, grinning like a demented Cheshire cat.
As soon as the door closed behind her I slapped Reid on the head. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked. "When did WE decide that it was time for us to start our family? My mother does not get to decide what happens with MY body. I mean, I know that you've been sucking her dick to stay on her good side, and I love you for that. But this is something that WE have to be ready for. We can't just start spitting out kids because my mother wants us to have kids now, so she can be a hot grandma."
"Here's my logic," he began. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My husband's logic is not logical. He's the same guy who decided that since that price of superchargers seemed to increase with every generation, he should invest six thousand dollars and buy one for his Mustang, because in a few years it would cost even more. That was three years ago. And it didn't quite work out that way.
While the superchargers for the newer Mustangs WERE, in fact, more expensive, the ones for his Mustang had actually stayed the same and with available discounts were actually much cheaper.
Now this is where his logic fails. Reid saw this as a wash. Sure he could have saved a few bucks, but it would have meant waiting a year or two for the supercharger. In his mind it wasn't worth it.
But in the real world, why the hell did he need a supercharger anyway? What roads were there where four hundred plus horsepower just wasn't enough? I can't think of a single situation where he just had to have over six hundred horsepower.
Maybe it was some kind of guy thing. Because whenever someone came over to visit us Reid inevitably showed them his Mustang. The women always went, "Oh ... It's a car," end of conversation. But the guys always asked, "How much horsepower?"
I have no idea why he didn't just tell them it had six million horsepower and be done with it. I mean there was no way to prove it. He always opened the hood and showed them all of those shiny pulleys and wires. And they always nodded their heads up and down. They leaned over for a closer look and pretended they understood it all.
I asked my dad about it once and he finally admitted to me that he had no idea what all of that shit did. He just nodded and smiled because he didn't want anybody to think that he didn't know what it was for. But I had to go and marry the one idiot who really understood that shit and craved it.
So anyway, when Reid started trying to explain his logic about us having a kid or kids, I got scared.
"Since we know we're going to eventually do it anyway," he said. "Why not just go ahead and do it? Let's just knock one or two things off of the B4K list and then knock 'em all out at the same time. In five or six years it will all be over with."
"Okay Reid what the hell is a befork list?" I asked. "And when did we have one? What the hell do you mean knock 'em all out at the same time? And last time I heard your kids are with you for at least eighteen years not five or six."
He sat me down at the kitchen table like I was an idiot and he had to slow things down enough for me to understand him. The B4K list included all of the things that we'd dreamed of doing that would be curtailed or at least hindered by having kids.
The crazy thing was that Reid was not just pulling things out of his ass. He'd included almost every stupid thing that I wanted to try and his things too.
He'd remembered things that we'd talked about when we first met. I was surprised that he'd remembered that I wanted to learn to surf in Hawaii or that I wanted to learn to ski in Colorado. Hearing him talking about things that I had dreamed of doing when I was younger as if they were really important almost made me cry.
It made me realized exactly how much the idiot loved me.
"So let's go to Europe first," he said.
I vaguely remembered one of his Indiana Jones like fantasies about exploring old castles and new racetracks around Europe. I also realized that I had promised to accompany him. But those had been the promises of a very young woman who was madly in love with the man of her dreams.
The key word here is "MADLY." In other words, I was fucking crazy. My love for Reid was so intense that I'd spent nearly every waking moment, thinking about him. As we spoke in those early days, I wanted him to know me and love me. I wanted him to know everything about me and love me more. But my fear of being ridiculed or rejected caused me to hold back just one secret.
Come on don't be so shocked. We all have our secrets. I have one. You have one too. Don't pretend that you don't. I know about that hidden file folder on your hard drive buddy.
My secret is a small one. It's a phobia really. Hodo-phobia is the fear of travel. There is no fucking way Reid is going to get me on a plane, train or ship. Shit, I Pat Benatar 4, every time I get into a car.
Anyway, somehow I never got around to ever mentioning this to him ... Or to anyone else.
"Uhm ... Reid, Honey, this might not be the best time to go to Europe. You know they've been having all of those terror attacks ..." I said, nervously.
"Okay, so we won't go to France," he smiled. "And I had no plans on going to Belgium anyway. I mean seriously ... Missing France would be tragic, but outside of the chocolate factory and the Jean Claude Van Damme museum what is there to see in ..."
"It's not just France and Belgium," I yelled. "This is just not the time to go to Europe. It's just not safe."
"So ... When will it be a good time?" he asked.
"We don't have the money," I said trying to change the subject."
"Yeah we do," he said. "I opened an account just for this trip more than three years ago. A part of our taxes each year, every bonus I've gotten and a lot of my overtime money has been funneled into it. We have more than enough. I've also been putting money away for another Mustang, but I can hold off for a few years. I'm not really in love with the new body style. So if I throw that money in with the Europe money then we can ..."
"We could have redecorated the house when I wanted to last year," I screamed. "And we could have bought that fucking Gazebo I wanted for the yard ..." I just walked away from him in mock anger.
But I knew it wasn't going to be the end of things. He actually came to me later and apologized for saving money for our trip. He'd told me that he'd wanted to surprise me with the trip when he thought we had enough money. He also told me that when it came to Mustangs, he was like those people on hoarders. He would probably never have enough of them. Then he kissed me and I just lost focus.
I have no idea how Reid does it to me, but Europe was no longer even a blip on my radar. I wrapped my arms around him and my legs around his waist. His hands grabbed my ass to hold me against him, while he tried to suck my soul out of my body. His tongue was so far in my mouth it was almost down my throat.
But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. We had too much in our way, so our clothes began to vanish.
In record time, Reid had me flat on my back, with my legs in the air. When he entered me, it was pure bliss. We fit together like a hand in a custom made glove.
My pelvis rose involuntarily to meet his every thrust. Meanwhile, our mouths continued to merge. I love his taste. I swear our tongues become one when we kiss.
His hands tweaked my boobs with just the right amount of pressure. He tugged on my nipples while caressing the body of each breast as if they were the most important things in the world. My tits weren't big, but they fit my frame and Reid seemed to like them.
His hands rubbed down my sides and finally grabbed my ass. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and began to slam himself inside of me even further. The added penetration sent chills throughout my body.
A stirring deep inside me told me what was coming. It felt as if a portal to my soul was opening just for him. I began to sweat and my nipples felt as if they were enlarging.
My pussy started to ripple, but there was something else going on. I was experiencing feelings that I never had before.
Normally when I'm about to cum, my mind shuts down and all I can do is feel. The ability to think leaves me. But this time was so different. I had a vision. I saw images of myself with a blown up belly.
I saw Reid, rubbing my tummy and talking to our child in the womb. That was when the first orgasm hit me. It was the most intense feeling that I had ever experienced.
I knew then that Reid and my mom were right. It was time for me to put being a girl away. My body was ready to make a baby. I had to get off of the pill and start picking out names.
We fell asleep on each other's arms and sometime during the night, I woke him up and told him the truth.
Reid then did a completely Reid thing. He told me that going to Europe really didn't mean that much to him. But knowing him the way I do, I knew that he was lying.
"Honey, why don't YOU go," I said. At that moment, more than my vagina was gaping open. My heart was so full of love for Reid at that moment that I felt like that love struck 22 year old again.
It just seemed unfair for him to have to give up his dream because I was afraid to fly or to get on a ship.
Besides, I didn't want there to be any resentment between us in later years. When we hit our fifties and could barely stand each other, I didn't want to hear him telling everyone we knew how he didn't get to go to Europe because I was afraid.
So barely three weeks later, I was kissing him goodbye at the local airport. I gave him one of those kisses that everyone in the area becomes jealous of. It was the kind of kiss that let everyone watching us know that being away from each other was probably going to kill us.
Older women in the area remembered when they were like me. Younger women in the area couldn't wait to be me. And every man who saw us wanted me.
I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world, but I'm okay. It's not my looks that made me desirable. It's the way I plastered myself to Reid. As we kissed I molded myself against him so tightly that not even the tiniest micro organism could get between us.
My boobs flattened against his chest. Our bellies rubbed against each other and our lower abdomens meshed. It was the type of hug that only people who are intimate and have been so for a long time can do.
It's a funny thing because men and women view things differently. Women who saw us got the idea that we loved each other very much. Men who saw us were sure that I was giving him pussy on a very regular basis.
The drive home from the airport was almost more than I could stand. I texted him at least five times before I got home.
I spent a lonely night in front of the TV and went to bed but couldn't sleep until he answered my texts. It was awful. I had never been so lonely in my entire life. I felt as if a part of me was missing.
The morning brought no relief. In fact I felt worse. I was going crazy. My best friend, Nancy came over. And as we sat in the sun on my rear deck, I told her about my problem.
"I miss him too much Nance," I said. "I wish I'd gone with him."
"Then go," she said rolling her eyes. "Just go where he is. Surprise him!" She got an evil look on her eyes as she said it.
"I can't," I said after a few moments of consideration. "I must be Mr. T's long lost white daughter." She started laughing then.
"Why would you think that?" she asked.
"Cuz, I ain't gettin on no plane, Hannibal," I said, making my voice sound deeper and rougher.
"Well, he'll be back in less than three weeks, Honey," she said. "And a few days after he gets back, he can tell you all about it. He can tell you about the museums, and the art, and the clothes, and just how it felt to be in Europe. You know I've always wondered if Europe was kind of like the US. You know how every state has its own unique flavor, but all in all, no matter where you go, it just feels like America."
Sometimes without meaning to or trying to, Nancy said some of the smartest God damned things. There were times when she sounded so smart that I forgot how stupid she really is.
"Wait ..." I said. "What do you mean a few days after he gets back?"
"Well, for the first few days you two will be too busy fucking each other's brains out to talk about anything," she laughed.
"Will not," I said, turning a bright shade of red.
"Bullshit," she spat. "I've heard the two of you going at it. Just the other night, you were yowling like a fucking AlleyKat."
I quickly changed the subject just as I heard the screen door next door slam.
"I can't wait to hear about all of the art," I said. "I hope he remembers to take pictures. Reid really isn't big on photos. When I text him, I'll have to remind him."
"Yeah, I'm sure old Reid will be lookin' at a lot of ... ART," laughed a male voice from over the fence.
"See, that's what I was thinking," said Nancy. "You just heard it from his best God damned friend. Great minds think alike, right Kyle?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I knew that Nancy had been trying to get with Kyle since she first met him.
"You heard Kyle, Dummy," she said. "Your husband, without you being there has turned this trip into some kind of European pussy hunt. He's gonna be fucking everything that ain't nailed down in several different countries. I told you that you should have taken your ass over there.
You could have just taken a sleeping pill just before you got on the plane and slept through it. Now you're gonna have to deal with him bringing you back all kinds of deadly European VD.
I've heard they have shit over there that not only resists antibiotics but gets stronger from them. It comes from the fact that they don't shave their legs and their pits."
Nancy was off on one of her rants. But the things she said had affected me. As she geared up to start again, I heard Kyle laughing uncontrollably.
"So when he gets back, you have to confront him, and demand a bunch of jewelry and a new car," she said. "Make that motherfucker kiss your ass for a while. Make him eat your pussy whenever you feel like it."
"I already have all of the jewelry I need," I said. "And he just bought me a new car. Right before he got his new Mustang. And ... It's kind of none of your business, but he already does eat my ... You know ...whenever I want him to. But if he does what you think he's doing, we'd be talking about a divorce."
Kyle continued to laugh even harder and Nancy looked at me like I was stupid. "I don't understand," she said. "You love him. You love him a lot. Why would you want a divorce?"
"Because he's over there cheating on me with a bunch of sleazy European whores," I said.
"Are you crazy?" she said. "All he's doing is trying out some different women. It's nothing serious, it's only sex. He's gonna pick up some new techniques and bring them back here to try them out on you, Dummy. It will spice up your marriage and make it fresh. He won't love you an ounce less. It's only sex. He'd be stupid not to do it."
She turned and kicked my fence. "What's so God damned funny Kyle?" she laughed.
"Nancy, have you ever wondered why I pretend not to notice that you have the hots for me?" he asked.
"No ..." she said. "Maybe ... Okay, yeah!"
"That's why," he said leaving her confused. "You are so far from the truth that it isn't even funny."
"So what is the truth?" I asked.
"Yeah, what is the truth?" echoed Nancy. "And what the hell do you mean I have the hots for YOU? You make it seem like I'm desperate or something. I am not ..."
"Nancy are you free tonight?" he asked.
"Absolutely!" she said, with a huge smile on her face.
"Dammit, I wish I was going to be in town," he said. Then he turned to me. It was all I could do not to laugh at the way he had made a fool out of Nancy.
"Maddie, you'd have to be an idiot to listen to that mattress tester," he said. "Reid loves you more than anything. And you don't have to worry about him cheating on you, he'd never do that. Ever since the two of you met you've been the girl of his dreams. He doesn't even see women other than you."
I could tell that he wasn't lying. It made me feel so much better.
"You're stupid, Kyle," chimed in Nancy. "The store I work at doesn't sell mattresses. We only sell furniture. And I don't test the furniture. I just sell it."
"Sorry," he said dramatically. "Do you sometimes walk people around the store to show them furniture?"
"Of course, Dummy," she said.
"So you get paid for "ESCORTING," people around the store.
"No, Kyle," she said exasperatedly. "I do the escort stuff for free."
"So you're an unpaid escort?" he asked. I saw where he was leading her and changed the subject again.
"So Kyle, what IS Reid doing in Europe?"I asked.
"He's .. uhm ... Europing," said Kyle nervously. "Dammit Maddie, I can't rat him out."
"So he is cheating on me?" I said.
"Of course not," he countered. "He's just getting rid of a few items on his bucket list before he has to settle down and be a responsible father."
"Told ya it was sex," said Nancy.
"It's not sex, you idiot, he's racing," spat Kyle.
"He's what!" I screamed. "Fuck! Kyle you'd better tell me all of it, or I'll tell him that it was you who told me."
"He went to Europe to race," said Kyle sadly. "That's why he picked those three countries. While he's in Italy, he'll spend his days at a world famous formula one driving school. Then he goes to Germany to drive on the autobahn. And finally to France, they have those all comers races there. You can rent a car, race it and even have a video of yourself in the race. It's an organized tour. Lots of guys do it.
You know how crazy he is about his cars. He just wanted to try some stuff before he turns into an old guy."
"So he lied to me this whole time?" I said angrily.
"No Maddie," he said. "It wasn't like that. He just decided to try this stuff when he found out that you weren't going with him. Before that he was planning on museums and plazas and all of that other boring European bullshit that tourists from all over the world go there to do and then go home and bore the shit out of anyone who'll listen to them."
"Oh ... so I'm only good for doing boring shit with?" I screamed.
"Of course not Maddie," he said. "Reid loves you ... Oh shit! Gotta go, I'm late for work."
I was ready to explode. I was so angry at Reid that I started ignoring his phone calls.
Looking back on it now, I see my mistake. I was so consumed with the fact that Reid had ... Well he didn't actually lie to me. He just left a few details out. But it hurt me badly.
Where most women would have laughed or even considered themselves lucky to have a man who loved them so much that he would never even think about cheating on them, I got incredibly pissed.
And as for him racing ... Shit, cars in general and Mustangs in particular were a part of Reid's DNA. He raced here at home almost every time he got into the car.
Over the next few days my anger only increased. It was Nancy who tried to get my mind off of it.
She suggested that I go out to a party with her. "If he's over there getting his fun on and driving all fast and crazy, maybe you should have some fun too.
One of the reasons I went was that Reid would never have allowed me to go out with Nancy if he was home.
We went to the party and it was okay. They bad food and liquor and there was music playing. It was the same old shit that happens at every other party.
I guess about halfway into the party one of the host's neighbors called the police and everyone had to leave.
Nancy was really upset. She'd been the belle of the ball with three or four guys following her around the whole night.
"Fuck Kyle!" she'd whispered to me at one point during the night.
I laughed because I knew that was what she actually wanted to do.
But with Kyle out of town on one of his frequent business trips, she was having her fun as usual.
"Maddie, I think we should continue the party, or at least a smaller version of it out on your deck," she said. She wasn't quite drunk and neither was I, but we were both a bit tipsy.
"Reid wouldn't like that," I said.
"Reid isn't even in the country," she said. "He's not even on the same continent we're on. And big mouth Kyle is out of town on business. So let's go a little bit wild."
I think she saw my hesitation.
"Come on Maddie ... I like these guys," she said. "Besides, Reid doesn't ask you when he wants to do stuff. So you don't have to ask him either."
Nancy had just pushed my button. I was still so pissed at Reid that I hadn't answered or returned any of his calls or texts. And I wasn't tipsy enough to be falling over and stupid, but my judgment must have been compromised.
"Let's party," I said. Famous last words, but I didn't know it at the time.
I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and a foul taste in my mouth. As I tried to sit up, I realized that my entire body hurt.
My breasts ached. My vagina was extremely sore and tender and my ass hurt really badly. I was also naked.
I began crying as soon as I realized what had happened.
Nancy stumbled into my room. "Can you keep it down?" she said. "I have a headache."
"Fuck your headache," I spat. "Your friends raped me."
She started laughing as if I'd said something extremely funny. "You were begging them for it," she laughed. "You kept telling them you were going to get even with Reid."
As she mentioned my husband, I suddenly threw up.
Nancy got me a towel. She wiped my mouth and my face. "I cheated on my husband," I cried.
"Maybe ..." she smiled. "But you were incredible! I can barely fit Roy's dick in my pussy. You took it in your ass. And you had all three of them at once. You're a natural."
"What I am is a whore!" I cried. "I'm a drunken whore who fucked her marriage away."
"Only if you get caught," she said. "And Reid is in Europe, racing. He'll never find out."
When she mentioned Reid and what he was doing, I remembered how furious I was with him. He had been trying to call or text me the entire day before. I had been purposefully ignoring his calls.
I got up and looked for my phone. I couldn't find it.
"You've always wondered what my life was like," said Nancy. "Now you know. How do you feel?"
"I feel awful," I said. "Everything hurts. Your friends treated me like a cheap slut. They didn't care about me. They just wanted to get off. I was just a hole to them." I threw up again.
For the next couple of days my body healed. The bruises faded, but my disgust with myself and what I had done to my marriage grew.
Nancy, of course, regarded me with a newfound respect and admiration.
"I'm just in awe that you were able to take that huge dick up your ass," she gushed. "What did it feel like?"
"How the hell should I know?" I asked. "I was drunk out of my mind. I don't remember any of it."
"That's why we need to do it again!" she said.
"There is no way that would ever happen again," I told her.
"For years now you' e been telling me how my life and the things I do amaze you," she said. "Honey this is it. This is your last hurrah! It's your last time to go out and do something really stupid and wild. A year from now you're going to be someone's mom. Reid sure is living out his fantasies.
He's out there risking his God damned life every God damned day on a race track. Do you think for one second that he's thinking about what would happen to you if he's maimed or severely injured or crippled or even killed driving some car around a track?"
I looked at her again and even more of my anger came back.
"You're not going to be risking YOUR life or YOUR health," she said. "And since he isn't going to find out, you aren't risking anything."
"What if one of these guys falls in love with me, or starts blabbing?" I asked.
"Not gonna happen," she said. "All three of them are happily married. Two of them have kids. None of them wants to get divorced over you, Maddie. I mean you have that girl next door type of cuteness, but I don't think they're gonna fall in love with you. This is sex pure and simple."
"Then why ...?" I paused. "Why do they want me?"
"Because you're a wild freaky bitch who'll do and enjoy the kind of shit they can't get their wives to do," she said. "I'll call them."
Over the next few hours my mind, my heart and my emotions all grappled with the idea of what I was about to do.
On one hand, I knew that it was wrong. But it was no more wrong than what Reid was doing. It was also a lot less dangerous.
Every time I thought about him, I got angry all over again. Reid knew that I hated the thought of him driving fast. We'd had several arguments about it from occasions when he and I went out in his car and he had to win against other drivers who tried to beat us to the next stop light or pass us on the freeway.
It was as if he turned into a different person when he got into a car. And his Mustang seemed to invite people to race. Every time someone saw that car they were grinning like a fuckin' idiot and revving their engine. That car was a magnet for trouble.
I was also furious whenever he got a speeding ticket. I needed to have my husband safe and sound. Maybe my feelings were an offshoot of my phobia, but it bothered me.
The man who claimed to love me, not taking my feelings into consideration bothered me more.
Sometime after dark, my doorbell rang. Nancy ushered three men into my living room. I vaguely remembered them from the week before. But I had never really paid them any attention then. I had never considered that I might have ended up having sex with any of them.
There was certainly no chance that I might fall in love with any of them. There was nothing seemingly attractive about any of them. In fact I felt nothing for any of them.
With their clothes on I couldn't even figure out which one of them supposedly had the huge dick.
Nancy soon had them relaxed and drinking. This time I made sure not to drink anything stronger than a beer and didn't have many of them. Nancy soon had her clothes off and the guys were quick to follow.
Without their clothes on they looked even more normal. They were all just three normal, slightly pudgy, middle aged guys. At least until Nancy got a hold of Roy and pulled his shorts down.
His dick was pretty impressive, but it really wasn't much bigger than Reid's. Then Nancy started sucking on it and it almost doubled in length. It got fatter too. I was ready to send them all home then. To tell the truth I was afraid of it. I was sure that huge dick would split my pussy in half. There was no way I had gotten that thing in my ass.
As Nancy worked on Roy the other two guys started working on me. I decided that letting them play with me was safer than trying to do anything with Roy.
The funny thing was that I wasn't turned on at all. It didn't seem to matter to the two guys though. They worked on me. They felt my breasts and gently rubbed on me until I started to feel good. Then one of them got down between my legs and started eating my pussy.
I tried to stay in control but he was really good at it. It felt so good that I started spreading my legs further so he could get that tongue even deeper inside of me.
The next thing I knew I was screaming for him to make me cum. I was so close to the edge that I was sure one or two more strokes of that tongue would do it. But it wasn't his tongue that he put inside of me.
I didn't even know the guy's name but he had a dick and he knew how to use it. His dick wasn't as big as Roy's. It wasn't even as big as Reid's but it felt good and I was so close.
After a couple of strokes I was fucking him back like we were made for each other. "Fuck me," I begged him. He squeezed my tits and started to fuck me even harder. I was fucking him back desperately.
I even tried to kiss him but our wires got crossed and I missed his face somehow. I laughed and kept thrusting my pussy at him. Meanwhile, his friend had stood up and was rubbing his now engorged dick in my face.
I opened my mouth and he started gently thrusting his dick in and out of it. I have no intention of lying, it felt really good. Then the guy fucking me groaned and fell limp on top of me.
He shot a lot of sperm in my pussy. So much that it was streaming down my leg when he pulled out of me.
His friend pushed him out of the way and got on top of me. He was soon fucking away at me and I was on my way to cumming again.
The first guy stuck his dick in my face and I knew what to do. I could taste the sperm that was left on his dick and something else that was probably the taste of my own pussy.
I didn't like it, but I was being fucked and I really wanted to cum again. The guy in my mouth pulled out but he hadn't shot off again. He started working on my ass with his fingers.
It felt really good after a while. Reid had fucked my ass lots of times during our marriage. It wasn't something I liked, but I let him do it because I love him. But these two guys weren't like Reid.
They weren't tentative or shy about it. They knew what they wanted and they took it. Maybe it brought out a slutty side of me that I never knew I had. But more than likely, I was just reacting to what Nancy had told me.
This was my last chance to ever do something like this. I had never been much of a wild girl. This was my chance to show that I could hang with the best of them.
It felt strange having something up my ass at the same time that I had a dick in my pussy.
The next thing I knew the guy in my pussy had switched positions and put me on top of him. I started slamming my pussy down on his dick like I wanted to break it. But after a few strokes, I couldn't move as much.
The guy behind me had replaced his fingers in my ass with his dick. A weird shock went through me at first. Then we all slowed down and found a rhythm that worked.
I opened my eyes to see Roy staring almost glassy eyed at me while his two friends both fucked me at the same time. I screamed as I came yet again. When I regained my senses they were still fucking me. They slapped each other's hands like team mates who had just scored a touchdown.
I felt like part of the team too. I tried to kiss the guy under me, but he screamed as he came, filling my pussy again.
The next thing I knew that huge hunk of meat between Roy's legs was stuck in my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could but it wouldn't fit. Nancy's jaw must be double jointed.
I wondered then why Nancy hadn't let Roy fuck her. The other two guys moved out of the way and Roy got between my legs. He pushed and forced that huge dick between my inner lips. It hurt badly and I screamed, in pain. He stopped and just held it there.
He waited patiently and then pushed it a bit deeper. I felt more full than I ever had in my life. Nancy and the other two guys were watching in awe as Roy slowly sank that huge dick in me and then started to fuck me.
After a while it became less painful and then I started to fuck him back. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. That dick went further inside of me than anything had ever been.
Every time he pulled it out I felt empty. And when he slammed it into me, I could feel it poking itself into my womb. Nerve endings that had never been touched before reacted and I started cumming over and over.
I have no idea about most of the things I said. It was like I was in a trance. I told him that my pussy was his. I told him that I loved him. I begged him to make me pregnant.
And then I tried to kiss him.
"No," he said. And something resembling sanity re
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turned to me. I opened my eyes and stopped moving against him.
"Nothing personal," he said. "But I only kiss my wife. Besides, you sucked two guys off. And you have their sperm on your face. Yuck!"
I looked at the other two guys and they looked away from me too. None of them could meet my gaze. The look they gave me told me what they thought of me.
Roy started trying to fuck me again, but the spell was over. I put my hands on his flabby chest and stopped him.
"Get off of me," I yelled.
"Hey, this is only sex," he said. "Nobody forced you. This is all in fun. Nancy told us you were married. Save your kisses for your husband. Don't get mad. There's nothing serious going on here. You're the one who got out of control and started screaming about having a baby. Now do you want to fuck or not?"
"How about NOT," I said, angrily.
"Fine," he said. "I'm outta here. If I want drama from a woman I'm not fucking, I have a wife for that shit."
As they gathered their clothes and left, I could hear them talking to Nancy about how fucked up I was. I also heard her tell them that she'd call them.
She came back into the room to find me curled up in the fetal position on the floor, crying my eyes out.
"I was such a fool Nance," I told her. "They treated me like a whore and ..."
"And what?" she asked.
"And I deserved it," I said.
"Honey, you just aren't used to being with world class fuckers," she laughed. "Once they got you all worked up, you should have seen yourself. I mean damn ... I like to fuck, but you're like some kind of porn star. You loved it. You were begging them for it and they gave it to you.
All I could do was sit back and watch a pro in action. I still don't know why you stopped. I really wanted to see Roy get that monster back in your ass."
"They ... They ... Treated me like I was nasty," I whined. "None of them would even kiss me. I was good enough to suck their dicks after they'd been in me, but none of them would kiss me.
One of them ate my pussy really good. That was what got me started, before that I wasn't going to do anything, but he wouldn't do it after I had fucked him and none of them would kiss me at all."
"I told you from the beginning," she said. "They weren't here to make love to you Maddie. This was just sex. It's just fun. It's a workout, nothing more. I don't know why you were yelling that you wanted to have a baby or that your pussy belonged to Roy.
He's almost forty and balding. He's not even good looking. Your husband loves you like you're the only woman on earth and he's better looking than any of those guys. You're out of your fucking mind."
"You were the one who talked me into this shit," I yelled. "And you didn't even fuck Roy yourself."
"I was going to fuck the other two," she said. "I've never fucked Roy. I tried to a couple of times, but it hurt too much. I told you I could barely get him in. And I'm not stupid."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look Mad," she said. "I know how I seem. But I'm young. I'm single and I'm cute. Right now, I'm sowing my wild oats but someday I'm gonna settle down with Mr. Right, just like you did. Sooner or later Kyle is gonna give me a chance and when he does, I'm not gonna have a stretched out pussy that doesn't feel good to a normal sized guy.
And that works two ways you know. Not only will a normal guy think your pussy is too loose, but you won't be able to feel anything when a normal size guy fucks you.
You seem to like it when Reid fucks you. Remember me talking about the way you sound when he rings your bell?
You didn't sound like that with Roy. First it was all painful and sore, then when you got used to it you were just desperate to cum. Then he got all the way up in there and your eyes rolled back in your head and you got stupid. Are you going to be satisfied with Reid after that?
So, no thanks, I'm sticking to regular sized guys. I don't want to ever not enjoy it when a guy I love tries to make me feel special."
I realized then that as stupid as she was, Nancy was right.
I also realized that I had been the stupid one. I'd had a nearly perfect marriage until I listened to her. And my anger at Reid was also stupid. I'd always known that he was nuts about cars. He'd always loved to go fast. His Mustang was his pride and joy. Other than me, it was the thing he loved most.
"Maybe you should forgive him," she said. "As long as I've known you two, you've never stayed angry at him for this long. The poor guy is probably going crazy."
"Oh shit," I said. "I'd better turn my phone back on. I'll bet I have about a million texts and voicemails."
As soon as I turned the phone on it updated itself. I had more than fifty text messages and twenty voicemails. But I'd expected more. Most of the voicemails were from my parents. One or two were from my club or friends. Except for the first two messages from Reid that were from before I got angry there weren't any voicemails from him.
I quickly scanned the text messages and discovered that he had stopped texting me shortly after I got angry at him. There were a few messages and then they just stopped.
"Maybe he got pissed at you because you were pissed at him," said Nancy. "Unless ..." Her voice dropped off.
"Unless what?" I hissed.
"Maddie, racing is dangerous and I know Reid is a good driver but ..."
I started crying all over again. I grabbed my phone again like my life depended on it and called Reid. The phone just rang and rang it never even went to voicemail. I hung up and called him again with the same results. I tried again and again.
Nancy had to give me a sleeping pill to get me to sleep.
Reid
So this is Europe. That was the first thing I thought after getting out of the taxi and standing in front of my hotel.
I was already having a hell of a day. My seat mate on the plane turned out to be a real motherfucker. I got up to stretch my legs and while I was gone the flight attendant rolled out the drink cart.
They'd asked us what we wanted an hour or so before, so when they got to our seats they had the drinks ready.
Apparently my seat mate told the flight attendant that he'd take care of my beer until I got back.
I walked up to my seat after my impromptu tour of the plane and saw the passengers around me with their drinks.
I spoke to the flight attendant and she told me that the old guy sitting next to me had it.
"Where's my beer?" I asked him.
"What beer?" he asked.
"The flight attendant said that she gave you my beer," I told him. "She said you volunteered to keep it for me."
"I don't know what to tell ya buddy," he smirked. "It's probably a scam. Why would I want to watch YOUR beer? I don't even know you. I'm not like your fucking butler or anything. That bitch conned you."
"Maybe I should bring her over here so the two of you can talk about it and we can get to the bottom of it," I said.
"That sounds like a damned good idea," he said. "But let me ask you something first. Do you maybe have an alcohol problem or something? I mean you're making a federal case about one fucking beer. Toughen up buddy. Walk it off. Rub some dirt on it. It's one fucking beer ... Shit!"
The airport here in Italy was scary as hell. There were soldiers with dogs and machine guns everywhere. They take terrorism very seriously.
The hotel does not look like the photos from the internet. Well ...maybe it does. Maybe it's like women.
You know how when you first start dating a woman you never see her without her makeup. And then once she's got you hooked, you discover that the face you fell in love with is mostly Maybelline.
They put the Maybelline version of the hotel on the internet. It was freshly painted and landscaped.
And I guess us stupid Americans assume things. We assume the dumbest things. We assume that there is air-conditioning, room service, cable, Wi-Fi, hot water, toilets that work and a bunch of other shit that is simply not specified in the brochure. Go figure. We're crazy.
I spent the first night in Italy, in my hotel room texting and talking to Maddie. I missed her more than she would ever know. It was hard for me to get to sleep without her there beside me in the crappy bed in the hotel room.
Another thing that bothered me was my guilt. I felt awful for not telling Maddie what I was really doing in Europe.
It was the first time I had ever lied to her and I swore it would be the last.
During the night or very early in the morning, someone slipped a sheet of paper with my schedule for the next few days on it.
As soon as I saw it, I got excited. I showered and went downstairs to have breakfast with my tour group.
We had breakfast in what someone had named the Imperial Dining room. There was nothing imperial about it except for the name.
But then the room seemed suited to the group of people waiting in it.
There was a collection of misfits in the room that were as different as snowflakes. No two of them were the same.
There was a huge hulking guy with a beard and a bald head. He was wearing a T-shirt that read proud member of the fifteen hundred horsepower club on the front. The back said something about big tire cars only.
There was another guy near him who looked damned near exactly like Paul Walker from the neck up. He had the hair color and the hair cut. He even had the cocky little smile.
From the neck down he looked like Vin Diesel would have looked if he subsisted on nothing but Cheetos and beer. He had huge flabby arms and a big gut.
He let out a nervous fart that nearly cleared the room. It sounded like someone had just started a chainsaw. He sat there doing that little Paul Walker laugh and then the smell hit us.
He then abandoned the table he'd been sitting at for one on the opposite side of the room.
To make things worse he crop dusted by leaving a few smaller blasts while he walked.
Someone in the back of the room said he was from the Farts and the Flabbiest which started the whole room laughing.
A guy who looked fairly normal came over and sat down at my table. He introduced himself as Luke Dribble. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
He was soft spoken and a really nice guy, but I was pretty sure he was wearing NASCAR underoos.
There was an Asian guy with a laptop, wearing a Honda jacket, a British or Australian guy who was constantly talking about Jag-U-ar, and a host of other misfits. I felt kind of odd. I probably should have worn some of my Mustang gear. But I had felt that this was a new experience for me. I was here to learn more about driving, not to brag about my car back home.
There was also the fact that any pure racing car would make short work of my car. It just seemed pretentious or just stupid to boast about a standard production car, even though it was highly modified in a place where there were much faster cars.
It would be kind of like telling a major league baseball player about your five year old who plays T-ball.
And then the entire mood in the room shifted. A very officious looking man in a suit carrying a lot of papers walked towards the front of the room. But he wasn't what everyone was staring at. Following him were three women.
Actually, in that testosterone fueled environment, they were closer to being three goddesses. And they knew it.
From the way they strutted across the room as if they owned it, it was clear that they knew the effect they were having on the men in the room.
The first woman was a blond. She was the skinny, Miss America type. She had long straight blond hair and a thin body with legs for days. Her crystal clear blue eyes gave her an innocent look that her cherry red lips told you was a lie.
She was the all American dream girl; the girl that every guy wanted to marry. She was dressed in one of those skintight leather versions of a driving suit. The same kind that women all seemed to wear at car shows.
The second woman was also a blond. But that was where the similarities ended. She was almost a foot shorter. Her hair was also shorter and curly. She had huge boobs and an ass like race horse. It swayed from side to side amazingly as she walked.
The look on her face told you that she would be fucking someone, probably one or some of the guys in that room, that night. She was the kind of woman that every guy wanted to fuck and then run out on.
She too wore the leather driver's suit, but it was barely able to contain her ass and tits.
The last woman had dark hair. It was captured in a very long pony tail. She was in the middle body wise. Her tits were bigger than Miss America's but nowhere near as big as the slut's. She had a very thin waist and a heart shaped ass that was dwarfed by the slut's.
She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. As they stepped up to the podium the dark haired woman sat down at a table near the podium.
The man started talking about the activities we'd do over the next couple of weeks. Most of the guys were more interested in watching the two women on the stage. It turned out that they were his coordinating assistants. They would be helping to keep us motivated and organized.
The real shock came when it was revealed that the brunette was one of us. She was a driver.
The following morning we'd be assigned cars and start our lessons and practice sessions. I guess the rest of the afternoon was supposed to be some sort of get acquainted or get to know each other session.
As I figured, most of the guys made a beeline for the women. They were soon surrounded by all eighteen of the guys. The 19th guy was me. I left to go out and see some of the sites around Rome and take pictures to send to Maddie.
Some of the things I saw were so beautiful that I wished I could have convinced her to come with me. I guess I should have been angry about her having lied to me for so many years about her fear of traveling.
So many of the times when her behavior about vacations or visiting family seemed odd, now made sense. Most of the time, I had chalked it up to her period or to Maddie just being Maddie. But now it was all clear.
Like I said, I should have been angry, but truthfully, I was flattered. Maddie loved me so much that she hid her fear from me because she was more afraid of losing me than traveling and she was scared shitless of travel.
Maybe I loved her too much. Maybe I was just making excuses for her. I know for a fact that if I had lied to her about anything ...ANYTHING ...Maddie would lose her fucking mind. But I tended not to sweat the small stuff.
So after an afternoon of taking photos of beautiful things for my beautiful thing, I went back to my shitty hotel room to sort through them and send them to her.
My plan was to email them to her. That way she could open them on our computer and view them on a bigger screen. That way we could also talk about each photo on the phone as she looked at them. It would be almost like she was there with me.
I called her and for some reason she didn't pick up. So I sent her a text. And I waited. And waited. And WAITED. It was odd for Maddie not to respond to me. I also knew that Maddie never went anywhere without having her phone near her. Maybe she had lost or damaged her phone.
I spent the test of the night calling and texting her until I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling as if I hadn't slept at all. I went down to the dining room to find the members of our group already there and having breakfast. There were several lively conversations going on.
Luke waved me over to a table near the stage where he sat along with a couple of other guys.
"Dude Ah'm telling ya she was all over me," said the Paul Diesel look alike. "I was grabbing that fat booty with both hands and it felt good. Who knows what woulda happened if her God damned friend hadn't come into the room."
"Where'd you disappear to yesterday," Luke asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I went to a bunch of museums and took pictures for my wife," I said. "She loves art and sculptures and stuff."
"You missed a hell of a party," said one guy.
"There's always gonna be another party," I said. "But there's only one Maddie."
"Dude for most of us this is a vacation," said the big bearded guy. "We're trying to get away from our wives."
"Preach on Brother," said Paul Diesel. "I have a job that I hate and too many fucking bills to even think about quitting it. Shit, I'm married too. But every time I even glance at my car sideways, the bitch has a conniption. I need this vacation."
"Ohhhh fuck!" said another guy. "I can beat both of you. I have three kids that I can't fucking stand. None of the little bastards looks a thing like me and my evil assed boss is my wife's father."
"How the hell did that happen?" asked Luke.
"I woke up next to her at a party," said the guy. "I knew her vaguely before then. We had never dated or anything but I'd seen her around. The next thing I knew she was following me around and I was trying to scrape her off like gum on the bottom of my shoe. A few weeks later she told me she was pregnant. I told her I'd help her out with the kid as much as I could but I was unemployed at the time.
The next thing I knew her dad had given me a job and we were getting married. Before I knew it the baby was born. We had just gotten settled into some kind of life, when she told me she was pregnant again. Her father started looking at me like I was some kind of asshole. I was still in shock. We weren't even having sex that often. It was probably once a week. My sperm must be as strong as my driving skills.
After the second one was born she told me that we needed to back off on the sex because she didn't want to get pregnant again. Her body was starting to look like her mother's. I didn't care because truthfully the sex wasn't that good.
After that, every once in a blue moon she'd be in the mood and I'd do it just to keep from arguing with her. After one of those times she told me she was pregnant AGAIN.
She got mad at me and took off for a week. I had to get my parents to watch the little bastards while I went to work. People kept coming up to me and asking me whose kids they were. A lot of people told me they looked like one of the welders that I worked with.
I remembered then that my wife used to date the guy and they were still kind of friendly. Now I ain't no dummy, so when she got back, I confronted her and she stormed out of the house. She left me with her fucking kids AGAIN.
Her father stormed over to my house and beat the shit out of me. I filed for a divorce the next day.
She came back crying and whining and claiming she loved me, but again, I ain't no dummy. I didn't fold.
So the bitch cheated. She got two huge guys who work at our plant to hold me down. She stuck some kind of funny thing in my mouth and then left.
At least she took the damned kids with her.
About a week later she showed back up with the big guys and a smile on her face. They dragged me down to the local police station. I thought she was having me locked up for something. While I watched, they hooked her up to a machine that turned out to be a lie detector.
She passed the fucking test with flying colors. It turned out that she really did love me and she had never cheated on me. Not even once. Then she handed me two DNA tests and showed me a slip for an invitro test for the baby she was carrying.
Her two ugly assed kids ... 99.99999% mine. They may not look like me but they're my brats through and through. I went into shock. And then she took me out of there. It had gotten dark by then she told me she was going to explain it all to me.
I was the only bright spot in her life. She intended to fix things between us but there was still a problem. She took me to a house near ours. But we didn't go inside. We sat in the car and waited for a while. Then she dragged me to the side of the house and we looked inside of a window.
There I saw her ex, the welder. I got pissed immediately and she just smiled.
"I knew there was hope for us," she said. "You wouldn't be jealous if you didn't care." I didn't say shit. I was too shocked.
Her ex had a huge dick. I mean one of those gigantic porno dicks. And it was buried up to the balls in her brother's ass. The two of them were going at it like newlyweds. I threw up all over the side of their fucking house.
It turned out to only be the tip of the ice berg though. Her brother wanted to have sexual reassignment surgery and marry the welder. He had always felt like a woman trapped in a man's body. But the Welder told him not to.
They argued about it constantly. Her brother was transgender, but the welder was just a normal gay guy. He wasn't attracted to women at all. He told her brother that if he got the surgery no matter how Caitlin Jennerish he looked, it would be over between them.
She had been keeping that secret for the past couple of years. Helping to deal with it was the source of the stress between us.
When we got back to our house, her parents were waiting for us. Her father apologized to me and gave me a raise. He told me about how much he had resented me for my normal life, when he could no longer relate to his son.
Every time I got Angie pregnant, it was a dagger in his heart because my kids were the only grandkids he was ever going to have. I did my best to be gracious but it doesn't change anything. I would never have picked Angie to marry. But with three kids, I have no choice. I also hate my job but someday, I'm gonna own the business.
Angie's brother/sister is saving up money for the surgery and wants no part of the business or his father since he can't seem to adjust to his/her lifestyle. As a matter of fact that's what I'm doing here.
Angie's father had a heart attack after his son/daughter went on the estrogen treatments and got breast implants. The first time he saw him/her he keeled over and dropped on the spot. He was in the hospital for six months and I had to take over the running of the business.
It was six months of on the job training hell. This vacation is my reward for putting up with it. I just want to relax and drive some cars. If some hot European woman chooses to give me some pussy for my trouble or because I charm the panties off of her ... So be it!"
"So be it!" yelled every guy at our table. For the rest of the trip, "So be it," or Sobie for short was what we called him.
That morning we were broken into two groups of ten. One group was assigned to the classroom and the other to the track. Each of us was also assigned a partner in the other group and a car.
The cars weren't what I was expecting. The head mechanic called them Cosworths or RS Cosworths. I later found out that it was the fifth generation of the European version of the Ford Escort. The car was turbocharged and had a top speed of 150 mph.
Every day we had two classroom sessions; one before lunch and one after. We also had two driving sessions on the track, one before lunch and one after.
Just before we were released each day we had a group session in the classroom.
We spent the first part of the week practicing. The idea was that we would learn as much as we could about ourselves, our cars and our opponents. On Friday we would all do three laps around the track. The best five of each group would race ten laps on Saturday morning.
The winner would get to practice all day Saturday afternoon and drive as a relief driver in the local formula one race on Sunday. Monday we headed for Germany.
On our very first day, of driving, Tuesday, I learned that the Asian guy was a terrible driver. He was far better at hooking his computer up to the car and finding out problems in its engine.
Paul Diesel and the big bearded guy were both Street racers. They were used to handling a hell of a lot of horsepower, but only raced one time, straight down a section of roadway. The concept of multiple laps and cornering blew their minds.
Even my buddy Luke had his problems. Luke was great on straight-aways and he could take corners with the best of them, but only if they were left turns. He took right hand corners so slowly he could be driving Miss Daisy.
I was doing okay. I was always near the top in our group, but I could have been doing better. The problem was that I missed Maddie. Every day I spent all of my time away from the track trying to call her and leaving her lots of texts.
Every night was spent in my room trying even more. In desperation, I finally called my best friend, Kyle.
I wanted Kyle to go over to the house and find out what the hell was going on with Maddie. Unfortunately, Kyle had to travel for work a lot but he did give me an incredible idea.
He reminded me of my X-finity security system and the fact that we had cameras all over the house that I could call up on my phone. I could also review all of the footage for up to a twenty four hour period.
Maddie and I often checked in on the house when we first got the system but after having it for a couple of years we had both pretty much forgotten about it.
I lay down on my bed and pulled out my phone. Before I could turn it on there was a knock on my door.
"It's open," I yelled.
"Hey ... Reid, we're all going to that bar down the street. You've never gone with us so I thought that maybe I'd ..." he began.
"Thanks Sobie," I said. "But I'm right in the middle of something."
"Calling the old ball and chain again ...?" he smirked. "You two must really be in love."
"We are," I smiled. Just thinking of Maddie brought a smile to my lips. Maddie might not be a world class beauty but she's pretty and she's all mine.
I turned my phone on and hit the Xfinity app. Then I laughed my ass off because it was the wrong one. I was looking at the app that let me watch TV on my phone. There was another one that allowed me to control my DVRs from anywhere in the world.
The last one was the one I wanted. I scrolled through the cameras until I found what I thought I wanted. I saw Maddie talking to that slutty friend of hers. I turned the volume up all the way and could make out a lot of their conversation.
At least I knew that Maddie was alive and well. She seemed to be upset about something. I checked the other cameras around the house. There was no one there beside Maddie and Nancy.
I wished that I could hear them well enough to understand what they were talking about and why Maddie was angry at me. Then it hit me. I went over to my suitcase and grabbed my ear buds. With the buds I could get the phone's volume much louder and make out what they were saying.
At first I thought that Nancy was talking about some guy she had fucked. It didn't surprise me. Nancy was a dick seeking missile. It was one of the reasons that I didn't like Maddie hanging out with her. I didn't want people to think that my Maddie was the same type of woman.
But as I listened to the conversation I got angry. I scrolled back through camera after camera until I found what I needed ... Or maybe didn't need to see.
It was surreal. I couldn't believe what I was watching. Tears sprang from my eyes as I saw it. My wife Maddie was being fucked by a guy. She was giggling stupidly as if she didn't know what she was doing.
One guy got off of her and another got on her. She didn't offer any kind of resistance. She even spread her legs so he could get started.
Nancy got off of the guy she was fucking to watch. I vomited the contents of my gut into the nearby sink and stood there heaving.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked. I looked as if I had aged ten years over the last few minutes. I was sweating. My heart was beating ridiculously fast and I was still short of breath.
It made no sense. Maddie had cheated on me. I tried to calm myself down I watched the tape over and over from the beginning. Maddie HAD been drinking, but she hadn't been drunk at all when she brought three strange men into our house.
From the way the men had been talking from the time they first walked into the house it was obvious why they'd come over. One of them even asked when they were going to get some clothes off and get started.
Besides anger I just felt stupid. It all seemed so obvious now. When does any woman not want to go to Paris? It had all been planned from the very beginning. Maddie had sent me to Europe by myself on purpose. She had made up the whole ridiculous travel phobia thing so she could stay home and fuck strange guys. I was such a fool.
As if I hadn't punished myself enough I watched it over and over again. I wondered what the guys she had fucked had that I didn't. I had noticed that one of the guys had a huge dick. Maybe that was it. Maybe my normal sized equipment just didn't float her boat.
I couldn't take it anymore. I left the hotel room slamming the door on my way out as if breaking something would give me back my shattered ego.
I walked a huge loop through the streets of Rome, alternately silently crying and swearing vengeance.
I ended up in front of the huge fountain in front of the hotel. I stood there in front of the fountain, staring at the ornately carved statues that adorned it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out all of my loose change.
I had three coins, a quarter a nickel and one of those stupid Susan B. Anthony dollar coins that everyone mistakes for a quarter.
I chucked my three coins in the fountain, wondering where I'd heard that phrase before. I threw the coins as if I wanted them to rip through the water, then through the marble of the fountain, through the Earth's crust and emerge halfway across the planet and go through Maddie's cheating heart.
Of course that didn't happen. The water slowed the coins down before they were halfway to the bottom. And although my anger still raged, the coins floated impotently down and settled gently on the bottom with all of the other accumulated coins from many countries that were thrown in there since the fountain was last cleaned.
Then I stood there wondering what I had done wrong. I went over every sin I had committed throughout my life. I started with the cookies I had stolen from the church bake sale when I was three and ending up with lying to Maddie about the purpose of my trip here.
I've never claimed to be perfect, but I don't think I've ever done anything bad enough to deserve what Maddie had done.
I closed my eyes and like Dorothy, I clicked my heels together three times and wished with all of my heart that I could wake up at home in my bed. I wished that it had all been just a dream and that Maddie would be waking me up to go to work.
"It was all a dream ... It was all a dream ... It was all a dream," I mumbled.
"What was all a dream?"
I cracked one eye and turned to look beside me in the direction of the voice.
"Oh, Hi," I said.
"So is this what you do every night?" she asked. I just looked at her.
"Did I interrupt something?" she asked. She looked at me more closely and screwed up her face.
"Are you crying?" she asked incredulously.
"No," I said quickly. "There's just smoke in my eyes."
"You don't have to worry," she said. "I won't tell anyone. I know what guys are like. If I told them you were standing out here crying, you'd never hear the end of it."
"It really doesn't matter to me," I said. "I'm going home first thing in the morning. I have some stuff I need to take care of."
"Your wife told you to come home, huh?" she said.
"My wife doesn't control me!" I said.
"There's nothing wrong with it," she said. "And look you don't have to get angry. I can go somewhere else. I'm not making fun of you. Actually when I heard you guys talking yesterday at breakfast, I thought you sounded like the coolest guy in the bunch."
"Huh?" I said. "Why?"
"You're the only guy here who actually told the truth about being married. You're actually the only guy here who acts like he is married and acts like being married means anything."
"You don't brag about having a car back home that can beat any car in the whole fucking universe. AND you're one of the best drivers here."
"Thanks," I said.
"So why aren't you uhm... Back there with your friends?" I asked.
"Sarah and Jackie aren't my friends," she said. "I know them from last year. They're way too slutty for me. I have to share a room with them because it's cheaper for one thing and because some of the places we go have very limited facilities for women. I also need to have someone to talk to away from all of the guys here."
"You have no idea how tough it is being the only woman in a group like this," she said. "First off there's the fact that I only came here to become a better driver, just like the rest of you. But I also have every would-be Romeo in the group hitting on me." I just looked at her.
"Okay, I know that look," she said. "I'm not like Sarah and Jackie. As a matter of fact that's why I'm here now. Their damned contest has driven me out of our room."
"What contest?" I asked.
"The two of them bet five hundred Euros over which one of them can sleep with the most guys in the group before the tour ends," she said. "They've each got a guy in their beds right now. That's why I'm out here."
We sat down near the fountain and just talked for a few hours before she brought it up again. It was after midnight and we both had to be up for the next day's activities but neither of us was ready to call it a night.
I wasn't ready to try to sleep since I knew what would go through my mind. I have no idea why she wasn't.
"Reid, I think you should rethink your decision to go home," she told me. "I swear that I would never tell anyone about you crying. I know that you're not ready to talk about whatever your wife did, but when you are, I'm here if you need me." She smiled at me then for the first time.
"But whatever it is, you told me that this was supposed to be a once in a lifetime trip for you. Why give it up because someone else did something stupid?"
"I know that she probably called you and told you to come home. Or she threatened to divorce you if you didn't or something like that. Don't give in to her. Once you give in to demands like that you'll always have to give up everything you want to keep her happy. Trust me ...I know."
"I don't think you ..." I began.
"Trust me Reid," she said. "I was married too. He couldn't handle the fact that I was a better driver or that I knew more about cars. This is my second time doing this tour. When I came last year he told me that he'd divorce me if I did. I did it anyway, but he didn't divorce me. He just told me that now that I had it out of my system I could settle down and be a good wife.
I guess my driving ability threatened his fragile masculinity. I found out that he'd been bolstering it by screwing his secretary. I divorced him and came on the tour again."
"I thought you Italians and Europeans in general had more open views about infidelity," I said.
"I'm not Italian," she said. "I guess it's the dark hair huh? I'm a third generation Mexican American, dummy. I was born in and live in Boston."
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Reid, you didn't offend me," she smiled. "But what you said is the same thing that asshole I married thought. He figured that we'd go to counseling, talk about our feelings and sweep what he did under the rug. He kept telling me that it wasn't the end of the world and it didn't have to be the end of our marriage. Working our way through it could make our marriage stronger.
I guess he just didn't understand that maybe we could keep the marriage going. But a marriage is really at its core just a partnership. It's a contract between two people. So maybe we could renegotiate the contract and save the partnership, but the love and trust I had for him was destroyed and could never be rebuilt." She shook her head and I just stared at her.
"I know it sounds crazy," she said. "My family was shocked. Our women are supposed to stand by their men no matter what. Maria you have to forgive him they all said.
"But I knew in my heart that I deserve better. I deserve someone who'll love me the way you love your wife. I was so jealous of her the day you told the guys about going to the museum to take pictures for her. And the smile you got whenever you talked about her ...She's a lucky woman. You still have to stand your ground though. Enjoy this vacation. Maybe the time apart will make her realize how lucky she is ...alright there's the bat signal."
"Huh?" I said.
"My roomies just flashed the lights on and off in our room," she said. "I guess they're done fucking for the night. Will I see you at breakfast?"
"You betcha," I said with more enthusiasm than I felt.
I went
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back up to my hotel room and saw my phone lying on my bed where I had left it. I put the phone in my suitcase after turning it off.
Then I went to bed. I tossed and turned all night. I dreamed about Maddie doing terrible things. In the dreams I saw her cheating on me over and over. I saw her cheating on me while she got ready for our wedding. I dreamed that she cheated on me with various members of the hotel staff during our honeymoon.
I saw her cheating on me with my boss, both of our fathers and even with Kyle.
I woke up long before I needed to be at breakfast and I stayed up because I just didn't want to sleep anymore. It was mostly because I was afraid of what I would dream next.
While I showered, my rational brain had a chance to process the situation as I knew it, instead of as I had imagined it. The things that I had dreamed were only that. They were dreams. They were fantasy visions brought on by the pain of what I had discovered.
None of those things were true. Maddie's guilt over cheating on me and her assertion that she felt awful about it told me that it had never happened before. I truly believed that.
Secondly, I was sure that the alcohol had played a factor in it. Maddie had gone from constantly texting me about how much she missed me to sleeping with multiple men. It made no sense. She had to have been drunk out of her mind.
The questions loomed large in my mind. Could we possibly save our marriage? Maria had told me that in her case there was a difference between the relationship and the marriage. I wondered if that was true. Is it possible to separate them?
Suddenly I had an insight. The reason for all of this ... The main reason that we were clearing items from B4K list was the kids. Both of our moms had been pressuring us to get started having kids. At that moment a chill went up my spine. What if this shit had happened after she'd gotten pregnant?
I would have been trapped. It would have been just as Maria's ex-husband had described it. The marriage would have become simply a partnership based on giving our kids the best life possible. I would have been forced to go through the motions to keep my kids happy.
There would have been no love left, no trust left, no relationship between Maddie and me; just a sham of a marriage perpetrated on giving my kids the chance to grow up in a home with two parents.
Would Maddie continue to cheat? Would I find someone else to love and begin cheating? How long would we have to keep the farce going?
We would probably have to stay together until our youngest was at least fifteen or sixteen. That only brings up another problem. If she had done this after we'd had a child, we would have only had one. There would be no way I would ever have brought another child into the world with a cheater.
Maddie had always told me that we needed at least three kids. Shit she was probably lying about that too.
The alarm on my watch chimed suddenly and brought me out of my thoughts. I realized two things. The first was that I had to put all of that shit out of my mind and go eat breakfast so I'd have the energy to drive.
The second was that my life was fucked up. It was all in a state of flux. I had no idea what would happen in two weeks when I returned home. Nothing would ever be the same.
A lot of it would depend on Maddie. If she came out and told me what had happened, we might be able to work our way past it in time. If she didn't we were doomed.
When I first got here, my marriage was the rock at the center of my life. It was the thing I based everything on. My love for Maddie was my safe place to weather the storms that life brought.
At that moment I realized that everything had changed. Coming here to race was no longer a pleasant diversion. Suddenly, it was far more important. It was all I had left.
I just needed to get into a car and drive.
I went down to breakfast. I got a tray that time instead of just coffee. I grabbed a bowl of fruit, and to my surprise, they actually had bacon. I took six slices. "Fuck my Cholesterol," I said louder than I'd intended.
"So be it," screamed someone further behind me in line.
I grabbed two more slices of bacon. I got juice beside my coffee. I had recently read an article about how cherry juice was supposed to help in lowering cholesterol. I figured it couldn't hurt.
I headed for the table where I usually sat with Luke, Paul, Todd, Hoshi and Sobie. Our table was perfect because it wasn't usually sought after. So we knew we'd always be able to sit there.
The closer you were to the girls' table, the harder it was to get a seat. Some of the guys who sat at the table right next to the girls had to get there an hour early. Most of the time, they had to eat or at least get their food early too. If they got up to get food, their seats were immediately taken.
Even then they had problems. If their trays were empty, all kinds of guys would start asking them if they were ready to leave since they were done eating.
But that morning things had changed. I knew that I was different. My focus had completely changed. I wanted to make the best if my remaining time. Instead of just trying to have fun and get better, I wanted to win. Shit, I wanted to win everything.
Little did I know, bigger changes were in store for me. As I sat down, the guys immediately started ribbing me.
"Fuck Dude, is that like a whole pig on your plate?" laughed Todd.
"Leave him alone," said Sobie. "His wife just told him she's pregnant. He's eating for three."
We all started laughing at that. As much as I was still hurting over what Maddie had done, it was funny so I laughed too. I laughed all the way until I went into shock as two arms wrapped themselves around me in a hug.
"I'm so glad you're here," said Maria as the guys at my table went into shock. "Are you gonna be okay?"
Guys all over the room were flipping out and breaking their necks to see what was going on. Maria pushed her way in and sat down beside me.
In that way that women have she rearranged everything on my plate. She turned it from one sloppy pile of food into two neat ones.
My eight slices of bacon became two four slice piles. She looked across the table and spotted an extra fork on Sobie's tray. She stretched across the table and eighteen jaws dropped simultaneously.
Maria had changed out of her usual fitted jeans. Her ass was still heavenly ...probably moreso in the looser white capris she wore. She was also wearing a V-neck T-shirt and when she bent to extract the fork she showed a generous amount of cleavage.
She took the top off of my bowl of chopped fruit pieces and stuck two forks in it.
"We could have just shared the one fork," she smiled. "But this will be better."
"We're gonna have to share the coffee and the juice, but don't worry I have great dental hygiene so you won't get cooties or anything," she added.
The next thing I knew she was eating Bacon. Then she took her fork and speared a chunk of pineapple. For the next twenty minutes we ate and sipped coffee and juice while it seemed like the entire world ... Or at least the room watched us.
At one point Sarah, the tall skinny blond came over to ask Maria something. Maria looked at her and then at me and whispered something back to her.
By that time it was nine o clock and time for us to head to our assignments. Maria was on the track and I was going to class.
She stood up and turned her back to me. "Reid, hold this," she said, sitting on my lap. She had gathered her long shimmering hair into a loose pony tail and had me hold it for her while she grabbed a hair tie from her pocket. She had to wiggle a little bit to fish it out of her pocket.
Seeing her wiggle her delicious heart shaped ass while sitting on my lap gave a couple of the guys heart attacks. She quickly braided her hair in a long controlled ponytail and looked over her shoulder at me.
"Thanks for breakfast," she said. "I'll buy you lunch. Let's go somewhere else. I'll meet you by the track." And then she was gone.
As if time had just restarted, the guys at my table and the one next to it suddenly realized that breakfast was over and they hadn't eaten.
"Fuck food..." said Luke."I need an explanation for what just happened."
"We'll talk about it later," I said.
"So Fuckin' be it!" declared Sobie.
It was a strange morning. Suddenly subjects like driving the optimal line or the proper time to brake or downshift were as important to me as breathing.
Many of my classmates on the other hand were simply staring at me and whispering.
Our instructor, a former formula one driver sensed that I was an engaged student and started doing his best to pour as much of his knowledge and history as he could down my throat.
A lot of what he told me was just fluff. Stories of him dueling it out with Jackie Stewart were interlaced with tidbits about local roads in the area that he had practiced on that helped him master different things. I soaked it all up like a sponge. I hoped that some of it might someday help me.
After class was over, I made my way to the track. Passing by the cafeteria, I grabbed two bottles of Iced Tea. I figured I'd keep them in the car with me so I could do more laps without having to stop to cool off.
On days like that one, with temps in the eighties or low nineties it would be over a hundred degrees in the cars and they had no air conditioning.
As I got to the garage, my timing couldn't have been better or worse depending on your perspective.
The guy in my class who shared a car with Maria was watching her get out of the car. As she pulled her helmet off and then stripped off her driving suit, he held up a bottle of water.
"Thank you so much," she said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I really appreciate the gesture, but you should save it for yourself. You're about to go out on the track and it's really hot out there. I wouldn't feel right taking it. Besides ..." she looked over at me and a simply dazzling smile came out. Her smile caused the guy she was talking with to glance over his shoulder and see me.
"...My friend's got it covered," she continued.
I'm not sure which of the three surprised me the most. I was torn between her brilliant and blinding smile, the evil and angry glare that my classmate gave me and her statement that not only was I her FRIEND, but that she thought one of my bottles of iced tea was for her.
I have no idea where she got that idea. I swear they were both for me.
I did notice the waves of hate coming from my classmate though. And sure enough, they weren't directed at her. They were aimed straight at me.
They also seemed to become more intense when she patted him on the shoulder and floated her way towards me.
She came over and smiled again as she looked at the two quart sized bottles of Snapple Iced tea.
"Made from the best stuff on earth," she giggled. She had no idea that at least ten guys were watching us and taking it all in.
"Maybe it's the SECOND best stuff," she said elbowing me in the side like I knew what the hell she was talking about.
"I'll take the Raspberry," she said, picking my favorite flavor. That left me the peach tea. She brushed my very short hair back, which made absolutely no sense. It wasn't like I was fuckin' Fabio. My hair is shorter than a crew cut, so I just didn't get it.
I also didn't know why all of the guys were staring at us. It made no sense. The guys in her class should have been heading for the showers. The guys in my class should have been checking out their cars or getting into their driving equipment.
Maria wrapped her sweaty arms around me and hugged me again. My hands, out of habit went to her waist.
She was the first woman other than Maddie that I had ever hugged since before I was married.
She felt amazing.
"Make sure you hit the showers before we go to lunch," she said. Then she turned to leave and it all made sense.
The white Capri pants that she was wearing were soaked with sweat. They had become almost see-through. The guys were looking straight at her ass through the almost invisible pants.
She was wearing a very tiny pink thong that left nothing to the imagination. I quickly snatched her driving suit from her hand and wrapped it around her waist.
My actions earned me a round of loud boos and a couple of death threats from the guys watching us.
I saw Maria's eyes flash with anger at me for snatching her suit from her hands. Then she suddenly understood the situation and redirected her fury at the guys booing me.
"At least there's one gentleman here," she spat. "Sorry, Reid," she said quietly.
Then she reached up, pressed that amazingly sexy but extremely sweaty body against me and kissed me. I'm not talking about a peck. I'm talking about a full on lip lock.
"See you at lunch, Reid," she gushed.
I struggled into my driving suit and helmet with my emotions in a flux. Had I just cheated on Maddie? At that moment I not only didn't care about Maddie, I barely remembered who she was.
People are always talking about light bulb moments, or when things suddenly just clicked for them. That morning from the time my ass hit the seat, I blanked out everything except driving.
My first two laps were driven the way I always did them. That means I drove like a freeway racer. I wove in and out of traffic just trying to pass other cars. But with the temperatures climbing and guys getting out of their cars to cool off or get a drink, I found myself with a nearly empty track.
I decided to try a few of the instructor's tips about braking and shifting. I also tried my best to hit the apex of every turn and drive the type of drive line we'd discussed in class.
After a few laps I had it down. I was feeling pretty good too until I heard my name over the intercom they used to warn or penalize us or to bring us in.
"Richards, what the fuck are ya doin? Get your ass up here, now!" It was the first time I'd ever heard, Ian, our gruff old track manager curse at me. Usually he just left us alone unless we were driving too aggressively or refusing to give way to faster cars. And even then all he did was told the guilty party to sit out a few laps.
As I got my car off the track a lot of the guys were looking at me or trying not to. The ones who looked at me were smiling or laughing at me. The ones who were trying not to look at me were laughing too, but they were nice enough to hide it.
I dropped my helmet and zipped my suit open to get some air on me. It was even hotter now than when Maria was on the track. I was dripping with sweat.
I walked into the control room and looked for Ian. He was sitting in front of his computer analyzing telemetry as usual.
A brown cigarette that seemed to be more than halfway to being one long gray piece of ash dangled from his lips.
"What the fuck got into you?" he asked.
"Sorry, Ian, I guess I lost focus. I was just trying to practice some of the things we learned in class and I got into a rhythm. I'll try to do better ne..."
"What's the track record for students in an RS Cosworth?" he asked.
"I'm sorry Ian ... They told us the first day of class but I've forgotten," I said.
"You should have forgotten it," he said, sarcastically. "You just broke it twice. If you keep driving like that you may end up driving more than a few laps on Sunday. And the surprise we have in store for next week might be right up your alley. Hit the showers.
I saw Jackie in the hall as I left the control room. She waved to me. I waved back and went to grab my gear. I needed a shower badly and I didn't want Maria to have to wait for me.
"Hey, slow down," I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Jackie running to catch up to me.
Watching her trying to run was like watching a penguin trying to fly. Her huge breasts were bouncing up and down so hard it looked like she would give herself a TKO ... That stands for Titty Knock Out ... at any second.
"Hey, Reid, you should come out to the club with us this evening," she said breathlessly.
"I'm not really into the whole drinking and partying thing," I said. "I gave that up about halfway through college. But thanks for asking."
"You should give it a try," she said, sticking out her already impressive chest. "You never know, you might get lucky."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said trying my ass off not to laugh. Jackie was obviously trying to win the contest that she and Sarah were having.
I felt sorry for her, because if she had to fuck me to win, she had already lost. Even after what Maddie had done, I wasn't a cheater.
I took a shower and got myself clean and smelling good. I told myself to calm down. I was only going to lunch with a friend ... Or a colleague.
I was playing it cool ... Like a pop sickle in the snow at the North Pole in January. That is until I saw her.
She was passing by the cafeteria area and heading in the general direction of my room. It was simply unfair. She'd left the braid in her hair until she got out of the shower. Then she'd taken it down, resulting in a head full of incredible S shaped waves that cascaded down her back nearly to her waist.
The Capris were gone. In their place was a very short, frilly skirt that was playful and sexy at the same time. The peek a boo V neck had made way for a deep scoop neck leotard like top that left nothing to imagine in terms of how spectacular her breasts were.
The skirt revealed truly spectacular legs. They were the most incredible legs I had ever seen. If you compared Maria's legs to Sarah's, it just made Sarah seemed to be too thin. If you compared the, to Jackie's it made Jackie seem like a fat girl with giant boobs.
Her feet were open and free in tiny flat sandals with straps that criss-crossed their way up her calves.
As she passed by the cafeteria, it emptied. Even the guys sitting with Sarah and Jackie got up. When she saw me, it generated another million watt smile. And suddenly nothing mattered.
"Guess what?" she gushed. "We have the afternoon off. They said it's too hot to drive the cars this afternoon."
I have no words to describe that afternoon. After lunch we visited several museums and an ice cream parlor. Of course they called it by some weird Italian name but it was ice cream.
We lost track of time and by the time we wandered back to the hotel it was well past dinner. We hugged each other goodbye and wished each other good luck. We both had to race the next day.
She told me not to be nervous I only had to finish in the top five of my group to move on.
I went back to my hotel room feeling better than I had since I'd left home. But as soon as I got there I started thinking again. I began to wonder how much of what Maddie had done was my fault.
If I had never left home, would any of this have happened? After thinking about it, I had to admit that the chances of it happening if I had kept my ass at home were remote.
All in all I had to admit that what had happened was just a spin of the karmic wheel that resulted in escalating lies.
Each lie and its corresponding consequences got worse until our marriage exploded. Maddie lied about her phobia. She lied about going to Europe. So to cover her guilt about it she told me to take the trip alone. Her being lonely and missing me for those first couple of days was her punishment for her lies.
I lied about why I was here. I came here to race. I never told her that I was going to do it, or even mentioned it in passing. So my punishment is having my wife screwing other men. Somehow, the punishment doesn't seem fair.
I debated checking the cameras again and decided that the material I had recorded the day before was enough. I just didn't think she would ever do it again, but I didn't have the stomach to watch it if she did. Besides, she'd been drunk the first time and had felt, or claimed to feel really badly afterwards.
I realized then that I was lying to myself. I wasn't afraid of seeing more video. I was afraid to text or speak to her on the phone. I had no idea what to say to her, or even if I wanted to.
Above all else I needed time to figure out if we still had a marriage. If there was any chance of saving our marriage, talking to her in my current state of mind wouldn't help.
I could already imagine how that conversation might go...
"Hey, Reid, Honey I missed you," she'd say.
"Probably as much as you miss that huge dick up your ass, right?" I'd scream at her.
Then I'd really go at her. I'd...
I'd probably get up and answer the knocking at my door.
"There's a party in my room," said Maria.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just don't feel much like partying."
"Me neither," she said, brushing by me with one of her megawatt smiles.
"It's not my kind of party anyway," she continued. "Five guys, one of whom isn't even a part of our group, plus Jackie and Sarah. It does not sound like anything I'm interested in. So I decided to crash on a friend's couch."
She looked around the room. "Where's the couch?"
"It's a love seat," I said. "It's under my suitcase and a bunch of junk."
I grabbed my driving suit and a suitcase off of the small sofa. "You take the bed," I said.
"I knew you were going to say that," she said.
"Sure you did," I laughed. She threw me her purse.
"There's a small note pad in the purse," she said. I looked in the purse and found the pad. The very first sheet read, "Thanks for giving me the bed, Reid."
She went into the bathroom and came out a few moments later. I'd been clearing the love seat and getting myself a pillow and a blanket.
When she came out of the bathroom my mouth dropped open. She had bound her hair up into two very long pony tails, one on each side of her head.
She was wearing a pair of small square glasses and no makeup. She was also wearing some sort of one piece pajama suit that covered her from the neck down, including the feet.
The tightness of the outfit showed off her gentle yet insane curves. It outlined and draped over her scrumptious ass. And from the way her breasts moved under the upper part, she was clearly naked under it.
"Sorry," she smiled. "No Victoria's secret stuff this trip. But I can always give you the key to my room and you can go and watch Jackie walk around with those big old titties coming out of her bra."
"No thanks," I said. "I'd much rather look at y..." I caught myself just in time.
Or maybe I didn't. But she was kind enough to let it drop, as she got into bed.
"Goodnight Reid," she said.
The next morning brought a surprise. Maria woke up as happy as a lark. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary every time she looked at me.
She actually went through the breakfast line with me. She threw in several items that I never would have eaten. She also stared at each and every fruit bowl before deciding on one.
"Why are you eating two bowls of oatmeal?" I asked.
"The strawberry oatmeal is for me," she said. "The maple cinnamon is for you."
"Oh no, it's not," I said. "I hate oatmeal."
"Don't start with me, mister," she said. "We're racing today and oatmeal will give you energy throughout the entire day."
"So be it!" said a voice behind us.
We sat down at the table with my friends and again every person in the room seemed to be watching us. Some out of curiosity, but a couple seemed to be angry or jealous.
"Reid, I think I lost one of my hair clips," she said as she stacked our bacon and arranged the tray. "It's probably in your bed."
Every jaw in the vicinity, several pieces of silverware and a plate or three all dropped at the same time as Maria chattered on.
"You snore, Mister... It's not a loud annoying honking. It's a very low, little buzzing. It was kind of comforting. I liked it. I thought it was cute," she said.
"Maria," I said.
She looked up and smiled at me again. I twirled my finger around gesturing for her to look around and see that nearly everyone in our group was listening to her.
She shrugged her shoulders, dug into her oatmeal and pushed a spoonful into her mouth.
"See, Reid," she said. "We didn't miss anything. If your friends are so interested in what we did, they couldn't have had much fun. I did though. Did you?"
I think all nineteen guys in our group were staring at me and waiting to hear my answer.
"I think yesterday was the best day of my life," I said.
After that the day started. We were surprised to find out the way the day would go. We were told that classes were over and it was time to start racing.
We went to the track to find all ten cars were there and ready to go. By the luck of the draw, Maria's group got to race first. They all pulled numbers to find out who got to start where. I had expected it to be a NASCAR type thing, where they would win the pole by qualifying runs.
Maria was starting seventh. "Last year I started ninth," she smiled. "It won't matter. All I have to do is come in fifth and I'll be racing against you tomorrow."
"I don't think I'd like that," I said. "I'd hate to have to try to pass you."
"Honey, it's only racing," she said. "I'd expect you to do your best. Now come on. You can help me get into my car."
When we got to her car, the guy from my class that she shared the car with was there.
"I came to help you get set," he said.
"You are sooo nice," she gushed. "But Reid's got it covered."
He smiled, wished her luck and told her not to damage the car because he'd need it next and then walked away.
I held her helmet while she shimmied into her racing suit. Then I held her hair while she braided it.
Just as she was about to put the helmet on, she looked at me and smiled. "Reid, can I trouble you for one more thing?" she asked seriously.
"Sure," I said. "Anything!"
She shook her head as if I had no idea what I'd just promised.
"I need a hug for luck," she said. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. Time stood still.
When I finally let go of her I was dizzy and the front of my pants was a lot tighter than it had been. I looked across the track at my friends. I'd expected to hear Sobie's motto but he was clearly speechless. I walked away in a daze myself.
Everyone seemed to be excited about the race. As I walked under the overhang of the bleachers to get to the seats, I saw the guy who'd offered to help Maria get ready. I nodded at him to be polite.
"Hey...Reid is it? Congratulations Bro," he said. "You got her first!" He held out his hand to me as if I was supposed to high five him.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Dude you know about the contest, right?" he said. "Well those sluts haven't exactly made a secret of it. So the guys are having one too.
The first guy to screw all three of those sluts wins. I've already knocked off the other two."
"Maria is nothing like them," I said. "We're friends. She slept in my room last night but nothing happened."
"Judging from that hug and the way she looks at you, that's your fault dude," he said. "So if you're not gonna fuck her, would you do me a solid and get out of the way so I can?"
"Maria isn't that kind of woman," I hissed. "She isn't going to be a notch on your list. It just won't happen."
He started laughing. "She's a woman ... She's got a pussy. She's gonna use it," he laughed. "If I had half of the opportunities that you've had I'd already be done with her ass. So why don't you stop cock blocking for a couple of days and after I get mine, you can have her back?"
"You're actually asking the wrong person," I said. "Maria is free to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants."
"Dude ... She's a chick. She doesn't know what she wants. If she had been in MY room for a night she'd have gotten what she wants whether she wanted it or not. They always pretend they don't want it at first. But once you get them warmed up ... Umph!"
As much as I was trying to stay calm I got pissed. I dropped the helmet I was holding and stepped closer to him.
"So anyway you need to go on and fuck that bitch or move out of the way!" he said.
That was when I grabbed him and slammed him against the side of the building. I cocked my fist back intending to bury it in his face. But suddenly I felt something grabbing my arm.
"He's an idiot, Reid," said Maria. "He's not worth it. If you hit him they'll kick you out. You won't get to race. He has a better chance to screwing one of these cars than he has of doing ANYTHING with me. If you need to beat him; beat him on the track."
I let go of him and he stormed off angrily. I looked at the ground.
"Sorry," I said.
"Shhhhh," she laughed. "I'm glad you took my helmet. I was coming after you to get it back and heard most of that."
I picked up her helmet and gave it to her. She smiled again.
"So Reid, why'd you walk off with my helmet?" she smirked.
I blanked out and shrugged my shoulders. "I think it has something to do with blood flow," she smirked. "I think that hug diverted yours ..."
"Delgado, are you racing?"
We turned and saw Ian glaring at us. She quickly nodded and ran for her car.
It was funny, with half of my friends on the track and the rest sitting with me in the stands, you'd think my loyalties would be divided. It wasn't even close.
"Hey ya wanna put some money on it?" asked Paul.
"On what?" I asked.
"On the race," he said. "I know you want to bet on your Honey to win."
"Maria isn't trying to win," I said. "She's playing it smart. This is a qualifying race. She just wants to be in the top five. She's starting seventh. She has three laps to pass two cars."
He looked at me strangely.
"This isn't really my kind of racing," he said. "But hearing you talk about it like that makes me realize that I have as good a chance as anyone else."
"Exactly!" I said. "And you should be watching these guys because if you make top five you'll be racing them tomorrow."
Maria was good. She was a little sloppy on the curves, but not any worse than the guys. In fact, she was better than some and she had a lead foot.
In the first lap she picked up a position and was sitting sixth. She only needed one more position to accomplish her goal.
What truly amazed me was Luke. He'd started first and was third by the end of the first lap.
He was quick on the straights and pretty good when he turned left. But whenever he had to turn right, he may as well have been driving backwards.
The second lap saw Maria storm her way into fifth place and put distance between herself and sixth place. Luke was holding onto fourth.
The last lap was wild with a lot of places changing hands and a few hearts broken.
Somehow during a flurry of passes in the slalom section of the track Luke dropped to sixth. He came out of the curves like a bullet and beat out the car in fifth by a bumper, no more.
Our friend Hoshi was eighth. And Todd was dead damned last. I found myself running for the track as soon as they finished.
Maria was so happy she was jumping up and down as she got out of her car. She dropped her helmet and leaped into my arms. She finished third, two places better than she needed and even considering the difference in her starting position, she'd improved over her previous year's attempt.
Sarah came over while we were hugging.
"Hi guys!" she said cheerfully. "Maria, are you going to be using the shower in our room?"
"Uh ... Yeah!" laughed Maria. "I'm tired and sweaty and sore all over. I need a nice long shower before I go and watch my second favorite driver qualify."
"Uhm, Reid, is it possible for Maria to use your shower?" asked Sarah. "I wanted to use our room to console one of the guys who didn't do as well as he wanted to. I think Jackie is going to do some consolation work too."
"It's fine with me," I said.
"Do I at least have time to get some clothes before you start giving out your mercy fucks, or whatever you're calling them?" asked Maria angrily.
We went to the hotel and while Maria grabbed her clothes, I made arrangements.
She came back to my room a few moments later, still angry.
"It's bad enough they're doing it at night," she grumbled.
"Hurry up and shower," I said.
"You don't get to rush me," she smirked. "I need time to get pretty for you."
"If it takes you too long, we won't have time for your surprise," I said. "Besides you're already beautiful."
Her entire face lit up. "I have a surprise?" she chirped.
"Call me before you get out of the shower," I said. She went into the shower with her mood restored.
I called down to the front desk and told them to come on up. I had the guys move everything into the room as quietly as possible. Even so we almost didn't have enough time.
"I'm done!" yelled Maria.
"Don't put your clothes on," I said. "Put on the robe hanging on the hook."
"Okay ... I'm robed!" she said. I opened the door and took her hand. I put a sleep mask on her so she couldn't see anything. Then I lead her into the main room.
"Oh my God! What is that smell?" she asked. "No what are those smells?"
I led her over to a table in the center of the room. The table was padded and I helped her to sit and then to lie down on the table on her stomach.
"Open your mouth," I told her. She did. She had absolutely no fear. I fed her a bit of a strawberry that had been dipped in chocolate.
The look on her face was worth it. I gave her a skewer and let her take the mask off. There was an assortment of fruit chunks and a big bowl of melted chocolate.
As she ate I began rubbing an apple scented lotion onto her feet and then began massaging them.
I spent a lot of time on the soles of her feet and her toes then moved up to her ankles and calves.
Maria's legs were extremely smooth and had obviously been recently shaved. As I probed and rubbed her aching muscles she started moaning.
"Oh ... Reid ... that feels sooo ... Gooood!" she gushed.
That was when I heard the gentle knocking on the door.
"It's open," I said.
Sarah and Jackie looked into the room tentatively.
Jackie's jaw hit the floor as she saw us.
"That is not what I thought you guys were doing," she said. There were several different emotions crossing her face.
"We came to apologize," said Sarah. "But it looks like you landed on your feet."
Jackie dipped her finger into the warm chocolate and licked it. She reached for a chunk of pineapple from the bowl of fruit and Maria snatched it back.
"Mine!" she said. "Don't you have some Charity work to do?"
"We're done," said Jackie. "The next race doesn't start for forty minutes. So we have about an hour before we need to console anyone else."
She looked directly at me when she said it.
"Reid, if you weren't going to be in the top five we'd console you too," said Sarah.
"No the fuck you wouldn't!" said Maria in a tone that left no doubt. "And what do you mean by that? It's his first time racing on this track."
"All he has to do is drive," said Jackie. "Ian is starting him first for safety."
"What does that mean?" asked Maria.
"You don't know?" asked Jackie. "Reid broke the track record twice yesterday."
"You did?" asked Maria turning to look at me. As she turned over the robe gaped a bit, giving me a flash of the prettiest vagina I have ever seen.
The sight of her most intimate spot left me speechless.
"Wow, you weren't lying, Maria," said Jackie. "He really doesn't brag about himself."
After Sarah and Jackie left, Maria continued to eat her fruit while I massaged her legs all the way up to her knees.
"Coward," she smirked when I stopped.
"Maybe you've forgotten, your highness, but one of us still has to race," I said.
We got back to the track with ten minutes to spare. Ian was giving out the starting assignments and as Jackie had said, I was starting first.
"I wonder when she has the time to fuck Ian?" asked Maria.
We lined up. Three rows of three cars each with one car by itself in the rear. As soon as the starter waved the flag, ten cars all roared simultaneously.
At the first curve, a very hard ninety degree right hander loomed, I leaned on Ian's tips. I waited until the two cars flanking me had already hit their brakes to apply mine.
Since I was slowing later I shot forward into the lead. I concentrated not on driving fast but on hitting the correct line and when to shift or brake.
I was driving the way I had the day before and everyone in the stands was going crazy.
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The sounds of the engine and the brakes were the things I concentrated on. My second lap was faster than I'd driven the day before. It was a
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The weirdest thing happened on my last lap. I looked up and saw a car ahead of me. I thought that somehow I'd lost focus and hadn't noticed when he passed me.
Going into the last curve I used my late braking trick to catch up to him. Like Luke, I gave it all I had and eased past him by a half a car length.
I looked over and waved at the guy to show there were no hard feelings on my part. After all one of us had to win and the other had to be second.
But even as I stopped my car the guy kept going. I laughed. The idiot was doing a victory lap, I thought. I was a bit confused.
Maria came running over to me along with Luke and Hoshi.
When she hugged me, nothing mattered anymore.
"Reid, you know as nice as you are, you're a dick on the track," said Hoshi.
"You're high," I laughed. "That guy in the number four car is a dick. He's taking a victory lap and I swear I passed him. The guy in second doesn't take the lap. And this isn't even the race. This is only qualifying. Now that guy is a dick."
Maria was hugging me and laughing her ass off at the same time.
"Uh Reid, everyone knows you were ahead of him," said Hoshi. "He wasn't in second. He was in last place. You lapped him dude. He was busting his ass to avoid being lapped. Jeezus that's embarrassing. Technically you came in first and tenth. That means he came in eleventh in a ten car race. You could have let him go. Ask him if you're a dick."
"I believe I heard one of my favorite words," interjected Jackie. "Starts with a D, rhymes with sick ..."
"Wrong context, Jackie," said Maria.
"So anyway ..." began Jackie. "We're all going out to the club tonight to celebrate the winners and commiserate with those less fortunate. And we want the two of you to be there.
Wherever you two have been going for the past few nights will still be there. But we've only got two nights left in Italy so we should all get together at least once."
I was about to say no until Maria looked at me and nodded her head.
"I can't guarantee that we'll stay very long, but we'll show up," she said.
And we did. It turned out to be a disaster. We started out the evening in a booth in the back. We were talking the way we always seemed to. We talked about our lives and what we did.
We talked about our likes and dislikes and why Maria was divorced. We were easing our way into MY marital problems when Jackie showed up.
"Maria, Hon, there's only three of us and there are nineteen guys," she said sweetly. "Do you think you could dance with one or two of them and give Sarah and me a break?"
"No!" said Maria. "You and Sarah are supposed to dance with them. It's your job. I share a room with you two because we're the only women, but I don't work for the tour. I'm only here to race."
Jackie was shocked. She stood there for a few moments and then left. But she must've had a bulletproof personality, because she was back a little while later.
"I'm not doing it, Jackie," Maria told her as soon as she got to our table.
"Come on Maria, you'll make Sobie's night," said Jackie. "And he's a nice guy. It's only one dance then I'll leave you alone. And I'll dance with Reid while you do it."
"Oh alright," said Maria. "But we're leaving after this. It's too crowded and too noisy in here anyway."
Jackie took my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor. At first we were just bouncing in time to the music like everyone around us. Then she pulled me closer to her. As close as her huge jugs would allow.
Before I knew it, she was rubbing them on me and being a gentleman, I tried to back away from her. I guess I thought it was an accident. But her words left no doubt that it was intentional.
"What's wrong Honey? Don't you like titties?" she asked in a breathy voice that I guess was supposed to be sexy.
The problem was that her blatant overtures took away the fun I'd been having for the previous couple of days. The way she acted reminded me that I was married to someone who acted the same way she did.
And I wasn't the only one who noticed it. "We could get out of here and you could give me a massage like you did Maria earlier," she whispered.
"I don't think ..." I began.
"Don't think, baby," she crooned. "Just do what you feel. And I've got a couple of things I'd like you to feel ..."
"I don't think so, Jackie," I said.
"Reid, I don't bite," she said. "We could just ..."
"He said no, Jackie," hissed Maria from behind her. "And I've got a couple of things I want YOU to feel. Like my fist hitting your face and my foot up your fat ass ..."
"Time to go, Maria," I said. "We're racing tomorrow. Remember what you told me earlier. It's not worth it."
"You know she planned that whole thing," said Maria angrily, as I pulled her out of the club.
"Good luck, Luke," I said as I dragged her past a table where my friends were sitting. "See you guys tomorrow."
"She gave me all of that BULLSHIT about dancing with some of the guys just so she could have a chance to rub those big sagging tits all over you," hissed Maria.
"Hey guys," I said to another group sitting at a table.
"And even when you tried to get away from her ..." continued Maria as if we were still talking about it. "Don't you like titties?" She whined in a good approximation of Jackie's voice.
And then her eyes flashed and she turned to go after Jackie again. I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the club. She was so angry she could spit. I was sure that steam would come out of her ears at any moment.
We wandered through the streets in the general direction of the hotel. As we walked my hand slid down her arm until I was holding onto to her hand instead of her arm.
She seemed to relax then.
We ended up sitting on a bench in front of the fountain. We stared at the water for a while and the statues that hid the pipes that sprayed the water skyward.
"Reid, what were you doing that night that I first found you here?" she asked.
"Long story," I said.
"I have both the time and the interest," she smiled snuggling against my arm.
I looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious. So I did it. I opened the floodgates of emotions that I had been holding back or trying to ignore for the previous three days since I'd discovered what Maddie had done.
I told her not only what Maddie had done, but how badly it hurt me. I also told her how I had absolutely no idea what to do about it. I had pretty much made up my mind that when I went back, I would give Maddie five days ... One day for every year that we'd been married, to come clean.
If within the five day period, she told me what she had done and convinced me that our marriage was worth saving, I would try to forgive her. Of course we'd have to push having kids back for a few years to make sure that we were stable...
"Where does having kids enter into the story?" she asked. She looked up at me with those huge innocent brown eyes that I swear I could have fallen into as easily as I could have jumped into the fountain's pool.
"For the past few years, both of our mothers have been putting a lot of pressure on us to give them grandkids," I told her.
The look she gave me then sent shivers down my spine. Her chest was heaving with every breath she took and her legs were rubbing together. She squeezed my hand even tighter then and I heard a rushing sound in my ears.
We were being pulled together like magnets. The attraction was so strong that I felt powerless against it. I started talking to break the spell of the moment.
"So when you came here and found me," I began. "I was ..."
"Suicidal!" she blurted out.
"No drama queen," I laughed. "I had thrown three coins in the fountain. I was wishing that it had all been a dream."
"Why throw money in the water?" she asked curiously.
"I grew up watching old movies from the forties and fifties with my grandmother," I said. "One of my favorites was about people throwing coins into a Roman fountain and making a wish. Supposedly here in Rome magic can happen."
She kicked off her shoes suddenly and lifted one of her long legs over the edge of the fountain's basin-like base.
"What are you doing crazy girl?" I asked grabbing her arm.
"Borrowing some money," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm not gonna actually steal the money," she said. "I'm gonna throw it right back in."
"Maria, look at that water," I said. "It's filthy. People spit in it and do God knows what else. Shit, it might even be all of the nasty bacteria that make the magic happen."
"Do you believe it works?" she asked.
"Yep," I said. "It probably doesn't work the way we expect it too though."
"What do you mean?" she asked holding my hand again.
"I told you that I wished that what had happened with Maddie had all been a dream," I said. "Maybe that was too big a wish. But the fountain gave me something that's actually better," I said.
"It killed her?" she gasped.
"No," I laughed. "It gave me three days with you."
I will never understand women. She got the biggest smile on her face, but at the same time tears rolled down her cheeks. And then the pulling was back. But before we gave in...
"There you are ..." We turned to find Sarah behind us.
"Maria, Jackie is really sorry," she said. "She didn't mean anything by it. She thought that maybe she was helping you. And I guess maybe she was a little jealous."
Whatever had been going on with us was suddenly gone as the anger rekindled in those brown eyes.
"How the fuck was she helping me?" yelled Maria. "Trying to rub her magic tits on my friend seemed more like she was trying to help herself."
"So maybe it's a little of both," said Sarah. "Remember the talk we had about your marriage? You haven't been divorced for a year yet. Your divorce has only been final for what ... Three weeks? When you registered for the tour group this year what did you say?
You said you were never going to go through all of that again. You said you just wanted to race, become a better driver, and maybe have a little bit of fun. Those were your words, Maria. Those were your words two weeks ago before the tour started.
And now look at you. Whether you want to admit it or not, you're falling for a married man. These things don't EVER work out. And the two of you are already so tight that dynamite couldn't pull you apart. So maybe Jackie was trying to get you some space before things got worse than they already are.
And like you said, maybe she wanted what you have for herself."
"But Sarah, you and Jackie have ALL of the guys," said Maria.
"Maria, any woman can get a lot of guys to fuck her," said Sarah. "It's a lot harder to get ONE guy to really care about you. Reid treats you like you're golden and you guys aren't even screwing YET.
Jackie hasn't ever ... Shit I'm not really sure that I've ever had anything like that. All I know is that Jackie sees the two of you and she gets really jealous. Forgive her, okay?"
As she turned to go, she looked at us again. "Aren't you both supposed to be racing in the morning?"
"Can I have the couch tonight?" Maria asked.
"No," I said. "But you can have the bed again."
"Am I gonna be in it alone?" she asked. I nodded.
The next morning I woke up to find her watching me. "Breakfast, Race, Talk," she said.
"I was thinking," I said.
"Don't stop," she said. "I want you to keep thinking. It's a good way to exercise your brain. But for now, keep all of your thoughts in that head that I L ..." Her eyes went up as if she'd been caught at something.
"Okay, but I'm not eating any oatmeal," I said.
Fifteen minutes later we were sitting at the table in the cafeteria. Maria as usual had her million dollar smile on. I was staring into a bowl of oatmeal with berries in it.
"Come on, Honey, eat your oatmeal so you can race," she said.
"Don't you mean WE can race?" I asked.
"Reid, I'm already ahead of where I was last year," she smirked. "Anything else is gravy. I'm still gonna do my best, but ... How do Luke's NASCAR guys say it in the interviews? I'm just glad to be here racing."
The race was fun. It was ten laps instead of three. Ian obviously had something up his sleeve.
"Let's see how you do in traffic," he said as he posted the starting grid.
I started last.
"Sorry, Honey," smiled Maria, who was starting on the outside of the second row.
I tried to keep Maria's mindset. But running full speed and braking late into the first corner moved me into eight as I passed two guys coming out of the bend.
I had a thought as I bore down on seventh place. Ian's strategy was actually flawed. All of the better drivers were in the back. That meant that everyone I passed got easier.
By the end of the first lap, I was inching my way past Maria and into fifth place. The surprising thing was that Luke, who started first, had already fallen to fourth. It took me two more laps, but by the end of the third lap I was in first and beginning to open up a lead.
What surprised me the most was that Maria had moved into the top three behind me. She finished in third and made a run for me as soon as she stopped her car.
She grabbed my hand and we got ready to leave the track.
"Reid! Get your ass back here," growled Ian. "We have a lot to do this afternoon!"
I spent the afternoon adjusting to the differences between the Cosworth and a real formula one car. Even though the car I would be driving was a fifteen year old car that was three generations removed from today's modern racers, it was still much faster than anything I had ever driven.
It was also as squirrelly as hell. A single touch of the throttle sent the car careening forward. A touch of the brakes and the car stopped so suddenly that I felt as if the contents of my gastric system were coming out of my throat.
The first, second and third times that I tried to brake hard going into a turn, I stalled the damned car. It was after two o' clock and I'd been at it for four hours before I was able to equal my times in the Cosworth. An hour later and that fucking light bulb moment happened again.
Over the radio, Ian was ecstatic. "Keep at it," he yelled. "You're getting it. That was awesome."
When he finally let me go, I could barely walk off of the track. Maria was waiting for me with a couple of our friends.
"What?" she said. "Surprised to see me?"
"I am surprised to see them though," I said.
"So be it!" I heard from two rows back.
"Don't get any ideas," said Paul. "We've got a lot more racing to do. I'm watching everything you do so I can beat you."
"I washed our car," said Maria.
"Yours or mine?" I asked.
"Ours," she said. "I had a talk with Ian about the misunderstanding with Jeff."
"Who's Jeff?" I asked.
"Come on Reid," she said exasperatedly. "How many guys do you slam into a wall in a week? Any way by mutual agreement, he and I are no longer sharing a car."
Maria and I ended up going out for a food that was rare in Italy. We had American styled pizza at Pizzeria Florida with all of my friends.
Everything was going great. I have to admit to feeling weird when Todd asked the question that had been on everyone's mind.
"Is there something going on between you two?" he asked.
Without missing a beat, Maria, said "Duh."
Which was followed quickly by a rousing, "So be it!"
It was another awesome evening. We ate, we danced and we laughed. In the middle of a dance that found Maria and I rubbing against each other as if there was no tomorrow, I felt a buzzing.
She pulled out a phone. "Michael, why are you calling me?" she asked angrily. She turned away from me and began speaking in low tones.
I waited for a while and then for no reason, I walked out of the restaurant. Once outside, the coolness of the air had a weird effect on me.
I walked back to the hotel and found myself in my room. I had been so busy playing race car driver that I had ignored my life from back home.
As soon as I turned my phone back on it connected and there were at least fifty text messages from Maddie. There were also an alarming number of voicemails.
For a moment, I wondered what to do. I decided to let Maddie convince of what to do.
I accessed the video cameras from the security system again. It must have somehow gone back to the footage I'd seen before because the conversation was ... I froze.
I was still listening to Maddie talking to Nancy, but they were wearing completely different clothing.
I zoomed in and put on my headphones. Nancy seemed to be doing all of the talking. I heard her saying that Maddie had been begging for sex and she'd gotten it. I was so angry I could barely see.
Again I found myself turning off the live feed to roll back to previously recorded material.
Having done it before I was able to find what I was looking for much more quickly.
The party was in my living room this time. I watched long enough to know that Maddie wasn't drinking this time. She definitely knew what she was doing, there were no excuses.
If anything the second time was worse. Instead of just lying there and letting them fuck her, Maddie was an active participant.
She begged the guy with the huge dick to fuck her and make her pregnant. She told him that her pussy belonged to him.
There's something about seeing the woman who vowed to be with you for the rest of your lives giving her-self, willingly to other men.
Those guys who are into wife swapping or sharing are insane. I knew that I could never touch Maddie again under any circumstances. My marriage was over. There was no going back.
As I watched her being fucked by three different men, with their sperm streaming out of her stretched out pussy, I wondered again how I ever married her.
I ripped the ear buds out of my ears. I saved the video again. Even if it couldn't be used in court, it would help me to get free of that whore.
I was having trouble breathing. I willed myself to take slow calming breaths and then she was there.
I felt Maria's arms around me. I felt her strength and her love surrounding me. She pressed herself against me and we fell onto the bed.
The next thing I knew we were kissing. At first they were gentle seeking kisses. They grew in intensity until I felt like I was losing control.
I wanted her more than anything in my life. Those breasts that had been in front of me the whole week were mine for the taking. The pussy I had caught a glimpse of through the slit in my robe was probably already wet.
Maria was moaning loudly. She looked almost angry when I sat up.
"Reid get your ass back down here," she hissed.
"We're not doing this," I said.
"Why not?" her voice was almost a growl.
"Don't you want me?" she asked. The growl had become a purr.
I pulled out my phone and held it up to her face.
"Ugh you're watching porn ...?" she groaned.
"That's my home security system," I said. "Apparently Maddie did it again."
"So doesn't that mean we can do it?" she asked.
"No, Maria," I said. "We're different. I don't want to make love to you for the first time because I'm pissed at Maddie. Or maybe because my ego is hurt because three guys ran a train on my wife."
I took her hands in mine. "Maria, I am really confused right now. I guess I should be more hurt than I am, but the truth is that I no longer care what Maddie does.
At the same time I keep going back to what Sarah said about you wanting to just drive and have a little fun. I guess sometimes I feel like that's all I am ... Just a little fun." She set her lips to say something and I stopped her.
We've only known each other for a short time, Maria, but I love you more every day. I already love you enough that I got jealous back there. You know in the restaurant when you started talking in concerned tones to that guy on the phone. I mean, I have no rights when it comes to you but it seems funny that I got angrier about you talking on the phone than I did over my wife having a gangbang in my house.
And you're divorced, Maria, but I'm not YET. I don't want you to be that woman who sleeps with married men. You're better than that.
And lastly, I don't know how you feel about things between us... But if this turns out to be just a summer fling ... I don't want you to look back on us and regret having done it."
"Reid, you're an idiot," she began.
"Ahhhhp," I said. "I want you to really think about what I said. So you don't get to reply for twenty four hours."
"Oooh boy, Reid Richards, tomorrow night I'm giving you a piece of my mind," she said. She got up and changed into her night clothes.
"Unh unh!" she said. "Get your ass over here, mister. Maybe we aren't going to have sex tonight, but we are definitely sleeping together."
I wrapped my arms around her and we settled in to fall asleep. I vaguely remember her saying something to me as I drifted off.
"I love you too, dummy," she'd said.
The next morning we were in the midst of a flurry of activity. We both got all access passes so we could hang around the pits during the race. No one else in our group got them. I got to do a couple of laps in the car to familiarize myself with the huge track.
The race was an endurance race. They use them to test out equipment and set ups that can make the F1 cars better and more dependable.
My job was to be ready in case one of our team of drivers went down. In other words I was the second alternate.
The crew chief, Derrick, laughed at my nervousness. He told me that the chances of me going in were extremely slim. No contest winner in the past eight years had ever gotten to drive.
Maria and I sat together with her on my lap watching the cars whiz by.
"Michael, the guy on the phone is my ex-husband," she said. "The concern in my voice is because he isn't handling our divorce well.
His life is falling apart. He lost his job and his former secretary kept hers. She's screwing her new boss too.
He wants me back. The concern you heard in my voice was because he threatened to kill himself.
You left before I could tell him that I already belonged to someone else."
"It hasn't been twenty four hours yet," I smiled.
"Reid, you said that you didn't want me to be that woman who's sleeping with a married man, right?" I nodded.
"Honey, I already am and I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I think that you spend too much time trying to be the good guy. You're an awesome husband. But it didn't stop that whore you married from screwing a bunch of guys as soon as you left town did it?
I want us to enjoy every God damned second we have together whether it's the rest of the tour or the rest of our lives."
"I'm not listening to you," I said. "It hasn't been twenty four hours. La la la la."
"I love you Reid," she said and then she planted her lips on mine.
"Reid, get that woman off of you. You're gonna have to drive," said Derrick suddenly.
As we walked toward the pits where I would take the car when it came in he was full of advice.
"Don't be nervous," he said. "Ari, our second driver has a bad case of the shits. Clint has been in the car for six hours straight. I just need to get him a breather. You won't be out there long. Your job is just to keep running laps. Don't worry about positions. Just do the best you can. It'll probably only be for two or three laps. We'll take some pictures for you."
And then the car pulled in. Clint jumped out and I jumped in. I pulled out onto the track and started running laps.
At the end of my second lap Derrick came on the radio.
"Reid you're doing great," he gushed. "We haven't lost a single position. Do a couple more laps."
Two laps later he told me to keep going. After an hour my ass was killing me. I drove two more laps and they flagged me in.
"I could have done more," I said.
"Trust me," he said. "I was going to leave you out there. But you have some kind of emergency."
"Where's Maria?" I asked. I looked around and saw Jackie with a concerned look on her face.
"Your Girlfriend just left a minute ago," said Derrick. "She said she'd be right back. I think she needed something to eat. She's been watching you the whole time. She needed a break."
"Reid," said Jackie. "Here, take my phone. You have to call your friend Kyle."
I dialed Kyle's number and couldn't wait to tell him about my adventures.
As soon as he answered the phone he started. "Reid get your ass home ASAP," he said. "Maddie was in an accident. It's bad, Reid."
"I have you on the first plane out," said Jackie. "Since this is a legitimate emergency, we'll refund the rest of your fees. Reid, you're a great guy. I know things got onto the wrong foot with us, but please come back next year."
She seemed genuinely sorry.
"Jackie, I need a big favor," I said. "Please give Maria my phone number."
"I promise," she said.
I ended up having a couple of layovers. It took me two days to get home. I went straight to the hospital.
Almost everyone I knew was there. My mom was sitting with Maddie's mom and dad. Kyle was there too. My dad had passed away a few years before. But Maddie's sister and her husband were also there.
They all got up when I walked in. I greeted them and asked what had happened. No one seemed to know.
The only thing anyone knew was that Nancy and Maddie had been going somewhere and had been in a car accident.
Nancy was driving and she'd broken her left arm and had also sprained her neck. Her airbag had protected her from more serious injuries.
Maddie had a severe concussion, several facial lacerations and damage to her thoracic and lumbar spine. Apparently Maddie's spine had been impacted into her pelvis and created a fracture there. Due to the severity of the pelvic fracture, Maddie might eventually have a hip replacement. She also had several broken ribs.
Maddie hadn't regained consciousness yet. The doctors were very concerned about the spinal and pelvic damage and whether or not Maddie would be able to walk again.
I sat in Maddie's room for two and a half days, only leaving when the nurses kicked me out. She opened her eyes just after lunch time on the third day.
"This is why I hate cars," she said. She looked at me to see my reaction. "I love you, Honey. I'm so glad you're home." I got up and called her mother who drove straight over.
I went and visited Nancy to hear her side if what happened.
"How did it happen?" I asked her.
"Uhm what did Maddie say?" she asked back.
"I didn't ask her yet," I said. "I wanted to hear your lies first."
"Reid, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I asked. "And where were you going at that time of night?"
"Reid you should talk to Maddie, first," she said.
"Okay, Nance," I said. "From now on you are no longer welcome at my house. When I leave the room, I'll be telling the nurses that you are not allowed to visit Maddie and she doesn't have her phone with her."
"Reid, what's wrong with you?" she asked. I didn't answer her I just walked out of the room.
I spent the rest of my vacation time sitting in Maddie's room. We didn't talk much. Well she did, I just barely answered her.
Even when I returned to work after three weeks, I followed a pattern.
While I was at work, either my mom or Maddie's mom was with her all day long. They both thought that I was angry at Nancy because she was the driver and thereby responsible for Maddie's injuries.
"Reid, you have to forgive Nancy sometime," Maddie told me. I just looked at her.
Maddie had another three weeks before her pelvic fractures would be healed enough for her to try to stand.
"Reid, are we ever going to talk?" she asked.
"What would you like to talk about?" I asked her.
"Why you're angry at me," she said. "I know that you're pissed because you had to cut your dream vacation short, Honey."
I just walked out of the room.
A few days later, she tried again. This time the mothers were in the room.
"Guess what, Reid," she said cheerfully. "All of my test results are in. My spinal cord isn't damaged. So as soon as my pelvis and my two cracked vertebrae are healed, I'll be able to walk again. I may have a slight limp, but they say that therapy can make that barely noticeable.
"That's great," said my mother.
"And ... Honey, the doctor says there was absolutely no damage to my equipment down there," she smiled. "So except for a slight delay we can start making babies on schedule. We might even be able to start practicing soon."
"Amen," yelled Maddie's mom.
"That's strike two," I said leaving Maddie puzzled.
A few weeks later, she was heavily into her physical therapy. She was walking by using a walker and had been moved back into our house.
"Reid what's wrong with us?" she asked. I just looked at her. "The doctor said it was okay for us to try having gentle sex, three weeks ago. But you haven't even kissed me since you got back. Hell, the only time you hold my hand is if you're helping me walk.
We used to have a lot of sex, but now it's almost like ... I don't really know what it's like. You don't have to worry about hurting me."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said.
"Please do," she said. "I went off of the pill a month ago. If we get pregnant now we'd have the baby in the spring. That sounds really good."
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe you were right before. Maybe it's way too early for us to start a family."
"Reid according to our parents, we should already have a couple of babies by now," she said. "Are you still angry about your vacation?"
I didn't say a word. "Okay, Reid," she said. "Let's get it out there. I know all about you lying to me about what you were doing in Europe. You were racing cars. I worry about you. I didn't want you hurt and you lied to me so I got angry at you. And then you got angry at me and didn't answer your phone. It's time for us to get over it and move on with our lives. Stop being such a damned baby about it."
I didn't feel like arguing so I left. Two weeks later Maddie was as healed as she was going to be. She could walk again, albeit with a slight limp and even the scars on her face were gone.
I came home to find Nancy on my deck with Maddie, like it was old times. I took one look at her and told her to get out.
"Reid, she's my best friend," said Maddie. "If she isn't welcome here, maybe I should leave too. Maybe some time apart would be good for us."
"Okay," I said.
Nancy looked shocked.
Maddie was in tears.
"Reid, I can't help it if I can't walk as well anymore," she said. "You took a vow that you would love me for better or for worse, remember?"
I just started laughing. "Nancy do you know why Kyle doesn't take you up on any of the thousands of hints you leave him?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Kyle doesn't like whores," I said. "Most guys will fuck them when they're available, but no one is going to marry one."
Nancy started crying and ran out of the room. I knew she was still in the house though.
"Reid that was too cruel," said Maddie. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I met, fell in love with and married a woman who was perfect for me," I said. "I had a perfect life. I wanted so much to spend the rest of my life with her. The only thing that could have made it better would have been to have kids with her. Can you imagine tiny versions of you running around the house?"
"Reid, I'm not the one stopping that from happening," she said. "Nancy isn't stopping it either. As far as I know nothing is stopping us from making babies except for the fact that you don't seem to want to have sex with me anymore. My doctor told me that you might be afraid of hurting me or injuring my hip but ..."
"Maddie, your hip has nothing to do with it," I said.
"Then tell me what it is, Honey," she said. "I miss our closeness."
"It's really simple," I said. "I don't want to have kids with YOU. I don't want to have sex with you either." Her hand went up to her face.
"Your friend Nancy turned you into as big a whore as she is and I hate your fucking guts," I said.
"Maddie looked as if she was having a heart attack. She made herself breathe and then looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Reid are you crazy? I Love you. You're the only man in my life. What are you talking about?" she whined.
"Maddie, I loved you so much it was silly," I said. "I spent my first day in Italy taking pictures of art for you. When I tried to call you to talk about them you were angry. You ignored my calls. I got so worried that I checked our security footage ..." Her eyes got huge.
"I found this," I said. I played the first video for her.
"Reid stop," she cried. "Turn that shit off. You don't understand I ... I was angry and drunk. Things just got out of hand."
"So, what about the second time?" I asked. I fast forwarded to the part when she told Roy that her pussy was his.
"Reid, please you have to understand," she said. "It meant nothing. It's no threat to us. It's like your racing. It's just something I had to get out of my system."
"It's not a threat because there's no longer an us," I said. "Maddie, I can't be with the woman in those videos. She disgusts me. I think you should go and stay with your parents until we settle things."
"No ...Reid, I'm sorry," she cried.
"Maddie, you made a choice," I said. "Maybe it was the right choice for you. But it ended us. Get a lawyer. I'll be as fair as I can. We'll split everything down the middle. We'll probably have to sell the house. You can't afford it and I don't want it. I saw too many bad things here."
"But Reid, I'm sorry," she cried. "Can you please just try to forgive me?"
As usual, seeing her in tears tugged at my heartstrings. You can't love someone for a long time and just turn off all of the feelings you have for them.
I went over to her and hugged her. I stood there for a long time just holding her. "Maddie, I love you," I told her. "I always will."
"So you forgive me?" she asked. I nodded. You could hear the sound of Nancy exhaling as I nodded my head and smiled.
"Reid, you have to forgive Nancy too," she said.
"I will if she saves me a trip and drives you to your parents' house," I said.
She looked confused. She looked at Nancy and then back at me.
"Why am I going to my parents' house?" she asked.
"I promise you won't be there for long," I said. "Just long enough for me to rent a place to stay and move my stuff."
"Reid, what are you talking about?" she smiled.
"Actually you have a lot of things to figure out too," I said.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Like where you're going to live," I smiled. "And what you're going to do for a living. What was your degree in anyway?"
"Reid, you know I never finished my degree," she said.
"Well when we sell the house, you'll have enough money to go back and finish or to start a different program," I said.
"Reid, I don't understand any of this," she said. "Why are we selling the house again? And I know what I did was wrong, but I don't want to go to work. With my back as weak as it is and my hip, I can't stand up for very long. And any kind of physical work is out of the question."
"Maddie, Honey, we talked about this," I said. "We're selling the house because any judge we get will want us to divide our finances fifty-fifty, unless I use infidelity as the reason for the divorce. Then I might get lucky and end up with more but it won't be much more.
And as for work ... Honey you're only thirty, no judge is going to give you more than two or three years of alimony. Maybe not even that. You're going to have to find some way to support yourself."
"I like having you support me," she said.
"I loved it too," I smiled. "I loved the way you ran out and kissed me when I came home from work every day. But it won't be that way anymore. Divorced people don't live together. We have to move on."
"I don't want a divorce," she said. "You said you forgave me. And you said you love me. Not loved ... LOVE." A huge tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't you love me anymore?" she asked.
My heart broke as I answered her. "Maddie, it's like that old Whitney Houston song, "I will always love you."
"Then why are you doing this to us?" she cried.
"I guess I'm still just a spoiled little boy," I told her. "I never quite got the hang of sharing."
Again she looked confused. Then she got a look on her face. "Honey, I'm gonna give you some space for a few days, but that's all," she said. "I know you need time to get over what I did. But I am not giving up on us. I've worked to long and too hard on this marriage to just throw it away. So I'll leave but you have to promise me a chance to talk about this." I nodded and she went up the stairs to gather her clothes and
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That left Nancy and me alone for the first time that I can remember.
"Reid, does Kyle really think I'm a whore?" she asked. I nodded.
"But it's bullshit," she said. "I'm a young single woman who likes sex. If I was a man no one would care."
"The first time he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen," I told her.
"Really?" she smiled. I nodded again.
"But then he started hearing about you," I said. "No guy wants to be with someone who's just giving it away. And over time the stories just got wilder."
"What about you, Reid?" she asked in tears.
"I was always worried about you," I said. "On one hand I worried about you getting a disease or worse, hooking up with the wrong guy and ending up dead. On the other, I worried about just what happened, you convincing Maddie to be like you. So now you've ruined my marriage and my life Nancy."
"But Reid, she was just having fun. It was only sex," she said. "It has nothing to do with your marriage or love."
"That's where you're wrong, Nancy. It had everything to do with love. If Maddie loved me as much as she claimed, this would never have happened. What it proves is that she doesn't love me as much as she claims. Besides, you were there. You heard the things she said to those guys. She loved it. Now she can have that whenever she wants," I said.
I looked up to see Maddie standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I really messed up, didn't I?" she asked. I nodded and shrugged. She came over to me and hugged me. Then she reached up and tried to kiss me. I turned my head and moved away from her.
"Reid!" she said angrily. "I was just trying to kiss you goodbye. You just said you loved it when I kissed you."
"I'm sorry Maddie," I said. "That was when you were mine. When all of you was mine. Besides, I've seen some of the things you've been putting in your mouth lately, so I'll pass."
She was silently crying her eyes out as she left with Nancy.
As she left, I felt a sense of relief, but also a sense of guilt. I had put up with her for weeks. I had nursed her back to a semblance of health while she lied to me and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
I had given her ten weeks to come clean and she never had. My anger had caused me to just spit it out on the spur of the moment. And now the process had begun.
I was truthful with Maddie. I intended to be as fair as I could about the divorce. I would split everything down the middle with her. I had also been truthful about my feelings for her. I did still love Maddie.
My guilt of course came from another source. My guilt was because I also loved Maria. And comparing the two was silly. I loved Maria more. I felt badly about the convenience of the whole thing.
When I first saw Maria, I never considered being with her. In fact, I had never gone anywhere that I might come in contact with her or Sarah or Jackie because I loved my wife too much.
But once Maddie had cheated on me ... Everything changed. I have never believed in the exclusivity of love. I truly believe that there are several people that each of us could love and be happy with.
Had Maddie not betrayed me, we could have lived out our lives together and been perfectly happy, but that was no longer possible.
Maddie
Three weeks later ... The longest three fuckin' weeks of my life. It felt like three years. Over those three weeks I had noticed something about my husband.
He was a stubborn bastard. Reid was still the kindest sweetest man alive. But he would stick to his guns no matter what.
He was always there for me, even if it was just to talk. Once I called him in the middle of the night crying and he drove his Mustang all the way to my parents' house to hold me until I could get back to sleep. But he still refused to kiss me.
He was also there to hold my hand when I tearfully told my parents what I had done to cause our split. He was also the one who talked my mom down off of the ledge when she freaked out about it.
In the middle of the second week, I did the dumbest thing possible. I tried a strategy in what was the smoothest divorce ever up to then. Reid had as he'd promised been extremely generous.
Even my lawyer had told me that although the videos would not be admissible, in the court, most judges would probably want to see them if only in chambers. And most judges would have probably given Reid a split that was far worse for me if Reid had used infidelity as the reason for our break-up.
We had nothing to argue about when it came to money, so I invented a problem. I had my lawyer file a motion that allowed me back into the house until it was sold.
Why would I do something so contemptuous to a man who had been so good to me? My thinking was that Reid still loved me. He told me all the time. I could also see it in his eyes. I figured that all we needed was a push.
I thought I could force my way back into the house and we'd end up in bed. I thought he would see that we still belonged together and I would have my man back.
I did another really low thing as well. Instead of calling Reid to warn him about the court order and giving him some time to adjust to the idea of me moving back in, I just showed up. He looked really hurt as he read it. Then he shrugged his shoulders and told me that it was okay.
I moved my clothes in from the car and noticed that he was moving his things around as well.
What really surprised me was when he hugged me goodbye. "I was almost done getting my stuff out anyway," he told me."
He moved next door and stayed with Kyle for a couple of days. I tried going over there but Kyle opened the door and from the look on his face, I knew that he had seen the videos and regarded me as dirty as Nancy. I had never seen Kyle look at me that way. I was so embarrassed that I ran back home. And after what I'd done I couldn't even call Reid to come over and make me feel better.
I finally blew up on him a couple of days later when he was moving again. He had rented a truck to move some of his tools and workout gear to the condo he was renting. He'd told me all about it. He got a good deal and was allowed to rent it for six months before deciding to buy it.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to buy it or not and he didn't want another house. He told me that buying a house meant permanence and stability. And at the present, he no longer had either in his life.
"Why the fuck can't you just stay here with me?" I screamed. "This was OUR place ... our HOME."
"I understand that," he said calmly. I think he was trying to calm me down, since our neighbors were coming out because of my screaming.
"I know what this place means to you," he said. "That's why I'm leaving so you can enjoy it until it sells. It was selfish of me to take so long moving my stuff and I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what sir? What are you admitting to?" the voice came from a huge steroidal Michigan State trooper. His muscles had gone beyond the big stage. He was so round that it looked like his next hamburger would force him across the thin line between big and fat.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at him. "We're trying to talk!"
"Your neighbors called the police because you were screaming, ma'am," he said.
"I'm trying to prevent my husband from leaving me," I screamed even louder. "Mind your own business and stay the fuck out of mine."
"Officer, my wife got a court order that allowed her to move back into the house a couple of days ago," Reid said calmly. "But the order doesn't force me to stay here."
"But I want you here," I screamed. "I don't care about this God damned house, stupid! Without you here, and me in it alone it's just a big box of shit!"
The State trooper started backing away trying to control his laughter. "What's so God damned funny?" I asked.
"Ma'am you just said that a house with you alone in it was a box of shit," he said. "That kind of makes you ... A piece of ... Have a good day folks. Try to keep it down.
Reid left and there was nothing I could do about it. It was weeks before he forgave me enough for us to talk again.
With the divorce settled and the final signing date looming, I pulled out my last ditch effort. At what was supposed to be our final meeting before signing the papers and functionally ending our marriage, I asked for counseling.
My lawyer's surprised gasp showed that even he thought I had lost my mind. Reid's lawyer threw up his hands and talked about underhanded, unfair emotional and dramatic gestures.
I looked at Reid. He smiled and agreed to it.
Our first session was interesting. Our counselor, Dr. Bennett, who told us to call her Claire, asked us both the same question.
"Mr. and Mrs. Richards, please answer separately... Why are each of you here?"
I quickly leaped in. "I did a really stupid thing a while back," I said. "I want us to get back to the way things were and put it behind us."
She wrote something down on her legal pad then looked up at Reid.
"I guess I wanted to exhaust every possible resource before our divorce," he said.
I swear she wrote more down after Reid spoke than when I did. I'm also sure that she underlined his, but not mine.
She wanted to get a sense of what our marriage was normally like so she asked us both about how we were before it went wrong.
Again we both took turns. When it was Reid's turn, I was floored. The way he described me and the way he felt about me made me cry. I'd always known he loved me, but hearing it coming from him really brought home what I was at the risk of losing.
Neither Reid nor the doctor was able to control my crying fit, so that was it for our first session. We made an appointment for the following week.
The next week, I was ready. I had a script. I had several points I wanted to make.
As soon as we got started, before the doctor could ask us questions or make any sort of statement, I launched into my speech.
"Reid, I think you're being an asshole. By right we shouldn't even be here. You should be mature enough to know that what I did had nothing to do with us. As a matter of fact, I did it FOR us," I said.
"I don't remember asking you to go out and screw a bunch of strangers on multiple occasions," he said angrily.
Claire wrote furiously on her pad and then cautioned Reid.
"Mr. Richards, let her have her say," she said. "I promise you'll get your turn to comment."
It was the first time that Reid had actually reacted to anything emotionally. It was progress.
"Reid this wasn't actually about us," I continued. "Even in the very beginning, you and I were not driving the fucking boat. My mother, your mother, our friends ... They all wanted us to do things.
The mothers ... They were the worst. They wanted grandchildren no matter what the cost. They didn't care what it would do to my body. They didn't care if I wanted to spend my days caring for a child. They didn't care if I even wanted to have a child. All I ever heard was, "Where are my God damned grandkids?"
"And Reid, you made it worse. You gave in to them. You couldn't grow a set of balls and tell my mother NO. All you had to say was that we'd have the damned kids when WE were ready!"
It was hard judging Reid's reaction. As I spoke he was sitting on his hands to keep them from moving. And he was biting his lip to keep from saying something.
"So we got pushed into it against our will. And that was why we had to do these insane things. Neither of us was ready for it. So you had to go to Europe and race a God damned car. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Do you know that I would have died if anything had happened to you?
And back here, I had to get something out of my system too. That was all it was, Honey. It was just sex. There was no love involved and I found that out the hard way.
If you hadn't ever found out, nothing in our lives would have changed. If anything, I love you even more. And now as time goes on, you'll never have to worry about me cheating on you. I've been there, done that, got the T-shirt. I got it out of my system so I can be a good and faithful wife. Do you understand now? I love you more than ever, Honey. And we can be together always."
I had to admit that I was pleased. My logic was flawless. Equating what I'd done to his stupid racing and his stupid Mustang was a fit of genius.
From the way he was sitting there unmoving, I knew that he was thinking about it very heavily.
"Reid would you like to say something?" asked Claire. I worried for a second. But then he nodded and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry," he said. Then he sat back down.
"That's it?" I asked. "You didn't do anything to be sorry about. What does I'm sorry, mean? What are you sorry for?"
"Because I was wrong," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"You see, I thought we were something. I thought we had something. I guess I was stupid, Maddie. No one forced me to want to start our family. From the first time I laid eyes on you, I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together.
The only thing better than my dreams about our life together ... Was the reality. No one forced me to want to make babies with you Maddie. The thought of seeing little girls that were tiny versions of you brought a smile to my lips every time I had it. That's where I was wrong. Because I really believed that you wanted it too."
"I did ... I do," I said in tears.
"Uhm ... Remember it's my turn now," he said.
"Maddie you seem to think that me racing and you slutting yourself out are the same thing. They're both things we needed to get out of our systems you said.
That has to be one of the stupidest things ever said in history. I love cars, Mustangs especially. But anything that I can drive fast will do. My driving fast does not affect us because it's not something that we do together. It's not something you enjoy. It's not something that expresses our love for each other.
Making love, having sex, screwing, fucking, doing it, the horizontal bop, the hooka chooka, the beast with two backs, doing the pussy, whatever you want to call it, was special. It was a gift we gave each other.
It was something we did TOGETHER. Like Nancy told you we guys have those fragile male egos. But screw pride. I don't mind admitting to anyone that you were the first person I had sex with. And right now you're the only person I've had sex with. Can you say that anymore?
Of course you can't over the last few months you've tried out probably six to ten more guys, right?"
"Reid you saw the two videos," I said. "As bad as it was there were only three guys ..."
"And that's another part of the problem," he said calmly. "Even now when everything depends on it you won't tell the truth. I know that you and Nancy went out at least a couple of more times. I don't have video because they didn't happen in our house. But it seems to be easier for you to lie than to be honest."
I started to cry because I knew that I was in trouble. I should have told him the truth from the beginning.
"What kind of future ... What kind of marriage do we have if I can't even trust you any more?"
"No that question is probably too hard for you," he spat. "Let's try something easier. Are you jealous of my car? Have I ever done anything with my car to hurt or belittle you?"
"No," I said.
"Then why was it so easy for you to do it to me?" he asked. Both of us were crying by then.
"How do you think it feels to hear the woman you love, begging another man to fuck her?" he asked.
And for the first time I began to feel the pain of what I had done to him. Nancy had been completely, wrong. It had never been JUST sex.
"How do you think it feels to have the woman you're married to scream at the top of her lungs that her vagina belongs to another man? Some guy that she barely knows and has only seen once?" he asked.
Before I could answer he was talking again. "It makes you feel worthless," he said. "It makes you feel like ten years of loving her and taking care of her, through thick and thin doesn't mean anything ... or at least not as much as having some guy who doesn't give a fuck about her stick his dick in her."
"How do you think it feels to know that your wife, who by her own statement, has just told me that she wasn't ready to have kids with her husband, begged some bald, fat, married guy who already has his own kids to make her pregnant?"
"Reid, I'm sorry," I said.
"The funny thing is none of those guys would even kiss you, but you expect me to. Maddie, I loved you more than life itself. But I will NEVER touch you again."
The look in his eyes was pure contempt, mixed with pity. But there was still some love there too. I had to hold onto my hope.
"Reid," I whined through my tears. "You have to understand, it was a mistake."
"Maddie, I made the mistake," he said. "I thought you loved me as much as I loved you. Another mistake I made was marrying you in the first place. Our divorce will rectify that one.
Claire spoke up then. "Well, we'll quit here and pick it up next week," she said cheerfully. I could tell that like me she was floored by Reid's words.
He just laughed. "Claire, we're done. I gave her everything she wanted, both during our life together and in this divorce. But it's time to move on."
"Maddie," he said. "I knew about everything you'd done before I even got back in town. I gave you every chance to come clean while you were in the hospital. As much as I could barely stand to look at you, I stayed with you while you recovered. I didn't want to split up with you while you were trying to recover.
But it's time for me to put my own needs first. If you haven't signed the existing divorce papers by tomorrow, I'll re-file using your infidelity as a cause. I will bargain down until I am paying you the minimum amount possible and I'll make sure that we NEVER see each other again."
He got up and walked out of Claire's office, and never looked back.
Claire and I continued our therapy for the next few months. She tried to help me look inside of myself to figure out what was wrong with me.
I signed the divorce papers the next day as Reid had asked. Claire made me see that the only friend I had was time. She was sure like I was that Reid still loved me. The problem was that I had hurt him too badly. The only things that might help were Time and distance.
Reid
The next few months found me throwing myself into my work. I busted my ass and it really helped me to clear my mind and get Maddie out of it. It wasn't as hard as I'd thought. Because every time I closed my eyes I saw someone else standing there.
The problem was that I had no way to find her or contact her. I called the tour company. They couldn't give me her address or phone number without her permission.
I had given Jackie permission to give Maria my number but apparently Maria didn't want to call me. So I chalked it up to one of those summer flings. They burn hot as hell, but only for a short time. It was just the heat of summer sunshine, ignited by racing fuel.
The funny thing is that I wouldn't have traded it for anything. A few months later my secretary cornered me. She and some of my coworkers thought I needed a vacation.
I had no idea where to go or what to do. I had planned every aspect of what I thought my life would be like. I'd even planned out how long I thought it would take to get my divorce from Maddie.
I felt the lump in my pocket where the ring was. The funny thing was that I never thought I wouldn't be able to use it.
It was the e-mail that made up my mind. It listed the dates for the racing tour this year. They had made a few changes to improve things.
The German leg featured a race on the Nurburgring instead of just driving the autobahn. There was a web address for a site to register and even a phone number.
I called the phone number and heard, to my surprise, a familiar voice.
"I'd like to register for the tour," I said.
"Okay sir, what's your name?" she asked. I was even more certain that it was her.
"Reid Richards," I said.
"Hi Reid, welcome back," she said. "I was hoping that you'd come back this year. It's Jackie."
"Hey Jackie, uhm has Maria registered yet?" I asked.
"Nope, she hasn't," she said. "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll have lots of company on the tour. I hope you get to do the whole thing this time. You had an awesome start last time. And you do need to defend that track record."
I got off of the phone with her after giving her my credit card info. My heart sank. I was so disappointed that it hurt. I felt like a part of me had been ripped out.
It's really funny when you think about it. I'd been with Maddie for more years than I wanted to think about. Our relationship had been so badly damaged by what she'd done that I felt nothing but relief when we signed our divorce papers.
But now, I was almost in tears over a woman that I'd spent only a week with.
Over the next few weeks, as I waited for my departure date, I called the tour office frequently hoping for news about Maria. Jackie was always helpful and made sure to let me know that she would be taking good care of me this year.
She told me that she'd turned over a new leaf and her behavior last year was a thing of the past. She reminded me about the massage I'd given Maria and told me how much she thought about it. I got off of the phone before she asked for me to do it to her.
A few weeks later, I found myself back in Italy. I was staying in the same crappy hotel. Somehow by the luck of the draw I'd ended up in the same room. I'd come in a day early just as I had the year before.
I caught a glimpse of Sarah. She was still as thin and hot looking as she'd been the year before. But there was a sharpness to her facial features that I hadn't really noticed before. I got the impression that something had turned her into a real bitch. She had a firmer almost bitter expression on that pretty face. Perhaps it had always been there. I'd never paid her much attention.
Jackie on the other hand had changed. She was still short with huge boobs and a big juicy ass, but her middle, the tight tiny waist that had separated those big boobs from that rounded ass had thickened.
Her walk, that race horse strut, with her ass flowing from side to side effortlessly, had changed. Her personality on the other hand had changed for the better. She was still flirty, but much more accessible. With me she was almost offering herself to me. I wondered if it was only me.
I wondered what had happened to the two of them to make them both change so much. Sarah's changes seemed to be mostly her personality. Her body was still thin and sexy. But she'd morphed into a bitch.
Jackie's body was gone but her personality was much better.
It just seemed to me that women were the source of all the world's problems. Or at least mine.
I thought long and hard that afternoon. I thought about whether or not I even wanted to be there. I decided to stay.
I heard some commotion in the early evening. It sounded like Jackie yelling and screaming. I decided not to get involved. There was always drama around Jackie and Sarah and I'd decided that this time I would just concentrate on driving.
I took a walk and ended up at the fountain. I smiled as I remembered being there the year before. I'd made a wish back then and it hadn't come true. I wondered if I should try again.
I reached into my pocket and laughed as I again found three coins. This time it was three quarters.
I cocked my arms to let the coins fly. Someone grabbed my arm just before I let them fly.
"Don't waste your money, this thing doesn't work," she said. "I should know; I chucked about a million coins into it hoping you'd try to get in touch with me."
I turned and there it was; that million dollar smile.
"Maria ..." I gushed.
"Oh so you remember my name?" she smirked. She saw the look on my face and softened. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "I was detained by the Italian Police."
"For what?" I laughed. We seemed to be slowly getting closer together like two magnets.
"I kicked your fat stalker's ass," she said. "I've been begging Jackie to give me your phone number for almost a year. She claimed she couldn't release customer information. I begged her to give you mine. And why the hell don't you have a facebook page?"
She kissed me then and started talking all over again.
"The bitch wouldn't let me register. She told me they had already filled all of the spots. I came anyway just hoping that you'd be here. But when I got here this afternoon I found out that there were still slots open. So I confronted her. I also asked both Sarah and their boss and they both told me that they could have arranged to get us together.
It turned out that Jackie has plans for you, Reid. She wanted you all to herself. She's ready to settle down after a few problems last year. She ended up both pregnant and stuck with a really bad STD." My arms were around her by then.
"So did you register?" I asked.
"Of course not," she said. "But I got them to give you your money back. We don't have time for racing this year ... Probably not for a few years. We have a lot to do."
"Like what?" I smiled.
"I've already done a lot of it," she said. "I rented a church. Our family priest wants to do the ceremony, so it's gonna be in Boston. Of course since your business is in Michigan, we'll live there. I can do my job anywhere that there's an internet connection ..."
"Whoah, sorry," she said. "I just realized ... I've had a year to think about this and everything but maybe you aren't thinking about us the same way. Or maybe you need some time to figure out what you want. Are you even divorced?" She looked at me seriously.
"Reid ... I just want us together," she said. "I ... I need us together. I'll even be the other woman if I have to but ..."
I dropped to one knee and pulled out the ring. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh Reid this is so sudden!" She gasped.
She pulled me up and kissed me. "Great minds think alike," she said. She took the three coins from my hand and tossed them gently into the fountain as our mouths merged.
"So be it!" someone yelled from behind us.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
"I'll tell you on our fiftieth anniversary," she said.
Maddie
I made a mess of my life. Five years after Reid divorced me I was ready. The time had passed so quickly. Sixty months went by in a heartbeat.
I spent the first six months crying and regretting what I had done to destroy my marriage.
I spent the next two years in therapy. I had to figure out why I had done something so self destructive.
By the time I was finished with therapy, I realized that I had a real problem. In the nearly three years since my divorce, I had been spending money left and right, but I had no income.
I'd used a large chunk of the money I'd gotten from the sale of our house ... It still hurt me every time I thought about it ... to put the down payment on the condo I was renting.
I had SOME money left in the bank, thanks to Reid's generosity, but his alimony payments were going to stop soon.
I'd had no idea that Reid and I would be apart for this God damned long.
Three years and thousands of dollars of therapy had taught me next to nothing about myself.
I still had no idea why I'd destroyed my marriage and my happiness.
With money dwindling, my dad got me a job. I started out as a clerk. It was really boring job but it helped my financial situation. I went to school at a local community college to learn office procedures and moved into the steno pool as a typist.
I had a brief stent as a secretary. That taught me more about myself than three years of therapy did.
It took less than three days for my boss to start fucking me. I told myself that it was a part of the job. Maybe I believed that it was. He was so casual about it.
He would just walk into the office, smile at me and then walk into his private office.
He got a kick out of calling me on the phone system.
"Ms. Richards could you come in here and take some DICK-tation," he'd say.
I remember looking up at him as he slid his dick in and out of me. There was no expression on his face.
Again it wasn't about love. I don't even think it was about pleasure or a sexual urge. I think he just enjoyed expressing his ability to use people.
I got nothing out of it. And after a few days that nasty word, "SLUT," crept into my thoughts.
So the next time he called me into the office, I said no. The next day I was back in the steno pool.
I guess I lost track of time after that. I dated for a while. I did it just to be sociable. But at the same time I was looking for something. I didn't realize it at first, but I was trying to find someone who could make me feel the way Reid did.
After a while it felt like I was on a treadmill. I went out a lot; sometimes three or four nights a week.
And yes I was having sex with almost all of the guys I dated. They always seemed so sweet at first. They complimented me and treated me well.
But as soon as they got what they wanted, they didn't stick around long. Not only were there very few second dates, a lot of them got me in bed, fucked me until they came and then left.
I developed a reputation around the company. I was considered guaranteed pussy. If you asked me out and treated me nice, you got laid. Without knowing it, I was fucking married guys, single guys there were even guys who didn't work for our company, stopping by my desk and asking me out.
It all came to a head when it cost not only me but my father his job. He was in the men's room and heard some guys talking about the company slut.
"Her name is Madelyne Richards," began one guy. "All you have to do is tell her she's pretty and ask her out. She's a sure thing. I don't know a single guy who didn't fuck her."
"She's my daughter," said my dad, angrily.
"Wow ... You must be proud," laughed one of the guys. My dad, who's over sixty, swung at him and they ended up fighting. Fighting for any reason is grounds for termination so they were both canned on the spot.
There was an investigation to discover the reason for the fight and I was fired afterwards.
My dad and I haven't spoken since then.
The other day, Nance and I were having a whine, wine and cheese session. She was talking about changing her life. She was tired of being thought of as an easy lay or the neighborhood fun girl.
"I'm thirty three Maddie," she said. "Pretty soon I'll be too old to have a baby and I don't even have a husband yet. I think it's time for me to settle down."
It may have been the wine, but what she was whining about pissed me off.
"I'm thirty five," I said. "And you're right. I'm still not sure I'm ready for a baby, but I want what I had back. It's time for me to get my shit together."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to get my husband back," I said.
"I don't know, Maddie," she said. "What if he's married?"
"He'll just have to get another divorce," I said. "But if I'm going to do this, I have to get back in shape. I have to be as hot as I was when we were married. I have to make myself into the woman he fell in love with again. After that it'll be easy. I was his first love. You never get over that. And enough time has passed that he can get over what happened. Shit ... I'll even give him a kid if I have to."
So we started a workout program and a diet. Neither of us was really fat, we were just a bit flabby.
But as usual, at the worst possible time, something I never expected, happened. And it happened in a way I wasn't ready for.
Neither Nancy, nor I could run or even jog, but we could power walk with the best of them. So there we were, bright and shiny one beautiful spring morning out for a walk. My mom had even joined us.
We were walking our asses off, figuratively if not literally. We marched with our heads held high and our arms pumping. We literally almost got run over by two race cars. Okay, they were miniature race cars, those battery powered things that well off little kids always have.
The kids themselves were adorable. There was a boy who must've been about five and a little girl of about four. They were so busy racing each other that they hadn't seen us.
Despite myself, I found the two of them to be the cutest things I had ever seen. Nancy and my mom were both speechless. "That's why I wanted grandkids," said my mom.
"Sorry, were they in your way?" asked a woman coming up in the direction the kids had been coming from.
I hated the bitch on sight. She looked like one of those super model types. She was probably the live in baby sitter that the kids' father was cheating on his wife with. She was carrying yet another child; this one, an infant.
"Mommy, he's cheating again," said the adorable little girl, sticking her lip out.
I was floored. There was simply no way this woman had given birth three times and kept that body.
She wasn't the thin willowy type like me. She had one of those incredible bodies that are gifted to a very few by genetics and the luck of the draw.
She had very full yet proportionate breasts, a tiny waist and an incredible ass.
Her long shiny black hair hung down in thick waves. Her eyes were covered by huge Stylish sunglasses.
"Those are the cutest kids I've ever seen," said my mother.
"Thanks," she said. "They're a handful."
I noticed then that my mother was staring at the little boy intently. At first I thought she'd lost it.
"His eyes remind me of someone," said my mom.
"Can't help you there," said the woman. "They both have their father's eyes." She held up the baby, another girl. "This one has his eyes his nose and has him wrapped around her little finger."
I had to smile. I knew all about that daddy/daughter connection. Or at least I had until I ruined mine.
"I'm Maria," she said holding out her hand.
"Madelyne," I replied. "And this is Nancy and my ..."
I stopped abruptly because of the look she got on her face.
"Are you ...?" she began but never got to finish.
"Daddy!" screamed the little girl as I watched my husband come jogging up to us.
I went into shock then.
"Oh shit!" said the woman.
"Oooh, Mommy said a bad word," said the little girl. She got out of her car, a miniature version of her mother with her heavy, long dark hair trailing down her back. Reid immediately scooped her up in his arms.
"Daddy, Mommy said a bad word and Kyle is cheating," the pint sized charmer obviously told her daddy everything.
"Later, Pumpkin," he said. "Hi Maddie. Hey Nancy, Hi Mom ... Uhm do I still get to call you that?"
My mom nodded her head and hugged him. "You're all looking fit," he said.
Even as he spoke, she closed the distance between them as if being more than a foot away from MY fucking husband was killing HER. The next thing I knew they each had a kid in one hand while holding the other's hand in their free hands.
I invented a new feeling that day. I was deprissed. It's a combination of depressed and pissed.
I found out from talking to them that they'd been married since the day after my divorce was final. And since Kyle was a bit over five years old, Maria had been pregnant before they got married.
It was as if Reid had walked out of our lawyer's office, the day we signed the papers and just fell into her bed.
Three kids in less than five years told me a lot. I had been in a holding pattern for the past five years, but Reid hadn't been, unless you considered holding his new wife.
She tried to be nice the whole time. But then she could afford to. She had clearly won. She had taken the man I practically destroyed and rebuilt him. He was happier and he had everything he'd ever wanted.
Maria had simply stolen my life and my dreams. She was living my fucking life. And she was doing it better than I ever had.
"Reid do you ever run into Kyle?" asked Nancy.
"He married my cousin. They live in Boston," she said, destroying Nancy.
I have no idea what to do with the rest of my life. But I know what I won't be doing. I finally realized where I went wrong. Those ads on TV are all designed for silly assed teenagers.
"Just do it," they say. "No Fear!" "YOLO!" "Be all you can be!"
Those are great ideas for teen-aged girls with no lives, no responsibilities and no problems. For women who are older it's different. Our sayings are different.
"Just do it," they say. "Just don't," I say. You have too much to risk,"
"YOLO," scream teen aged girls all over the planet.
"YOLE," I scream back. "You Only Lose Everything.
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(M tf Goodra, Inflation, Kaiju)
Grey is a pokemon trainer in the Unova region. He was quite skilled at battle and got along well with his pokemon so they synergised with each other. Unova had recently opened trade routes across the pond to Galar however, which brought a lot of new trainers, and with them- losses for Grey. After losing the last nine battles in a row within a couple of turns, Grey was a little bit fed up.
He spoke to his pokemon through their balls as he walked carefully around the wet forest floor. "Ok, so apparently all it takes to wipe out an all-psychic pokemon team is a single Dark type." He released an Abra, who drifted in the air. "Ok Abe- use your psychic powers to scan for brain waves. Those Galar trainers have been scooping up Unova's unique pokemon and releasing some of their own old pokemon in the process. There is supposedly a Goodra in these woods we can round out our team a bit better with. My friend got his ass kicked by it though so we have to be careful."
Grey waited till it was raining to come looking for the Goodra, knowing it only really came out in the rain. Goodra were slug dragons, so they require damp environments to survive. Their bodies were also extremely soft and bouncy, which allowed them to suck up most impacts as if it were nothing. It was raining very heavily today- the force of the drops dampened only by the leaves overhead. Grey would have proffered waiting for the weather to be a better compromise, but waiting too long would mean the pokemon would likely get caught by someone else. Goodra are not native to Unova- so this was the only one here. Abra silently drifted through the air, unbothered by the rain. Grey followed close behind, but it was good Abra was floating slowly- Grey's feet kept sticking to the ground, getting sucked into the soft muddy forest floor. Abra finally stopped and pointed to the Goodra, having tracked it by its brain waves. Grey grinned and told Abra to teleport him right beside the Goodra. If he surprised it, they had a much better chance of winning! If he was really lucky, he might be able to just smack it with a Quick Ball and catch it without even fighting in the first place. Abra teleported him over to the Goodra, but at the same time the Goodra stepped forward and was caught in the flesh of psychic power!
Grey appeared and looked around trying to find the pokemon but it was no where to be seen. He glanced at Abra who for once in its life actually opened its eyes slightly in surprise. Grey immediately felt weird, then his body started to look puffy like he was allergic to something. He looked at his hands as they started to puff up and the skin was pulled taught. When his skin started to look slightly off color he realized the mistake. Abra accidentally teleported him to the exact same place Goodra was already standing. They fused together!! He could feel the muscles and skin pooling into his tail bone and then extending out off it. His arms and legs got more and more swollen looking. Even his fingers became pudgy, then round. His digits became to bloated his toe and finger nails popped completely off! He was about to ask Abra to teleport him again but that wouldn't do anything- it would teleport Goodra with him, they were now one body. Grey sighed, at least he found another human to be with. He then furrowed his brows as he knew now that the Goodra's thoughts had melted into his own mind as well. The up side is that pokemon are meant to be with humans and play off on another, so when a bond is formed the pokemon will for the most part share a will with its trainer- so Goodra's thoughts will likely never be in direct competition with his own at least.
Grey's ankles started to bloat up, rubbing against his shoes harder, causing him to waddle his way out of the marshy bottom of the forest and make his way to the base of a larger tree where the ground was most dry. He was already turning into a pokemon, he did not need to go bare foot in marsh water and end up with a Tynamo or something sucking the blood out of his bare feet. He had not even noticed how his body itself was bloating till he bent over to take his shoes off- bending his torso over caused his gut to protrude quite a ways, popping out from between his pants and shirt unable to contain it already. It was perfectly round rather than flabby so it almost looked like he was pregnant. It also made it harder to actually reach his feet though, so he had to squat as well to be able to reach. Once he undid the laces, Abe helped by grabbing onto the bottom for him. His feet had swelled so large already that it took some pulling to finally pop off- but the bloated skin was sort of rubbery so it wasn't as though his feet were locked in place. Grey groaned when he looked at his bare feet past the curve of his gut. It looked like someone was blowing him up like a human balloon! He went to stand back upright but the muscles in his leg felt like they squished out sideways rather than pull straight! His thighs swelled up massively! His pants got yanked down from lack of room, catching on the increasing curve of the thighs and exposing now his growing tail- which was not very long at all yet but very wide. His spine did not extend at all into it, only flesh and muscle so it was somewhat amorphous. His growing thighs also caused his butt to grow massively- only half covered by his pants.
The growth and shifting in his legs made it impossible for him to stand for the moment, so his effort to do so just caused him to wobble in place and then fall onto all fours. When he straightened his arms to catch himself, the growth seemed to take the opportunity to surge down, filling his arms like a long narrow balloon. You could no longer see any of the limbs features outwardly. If he held his arm completely straight you could not see where his elbow was, or his wrists. His fingers were so plump and squishy that when he relaxed them all lined up they all smushed against one another and looked like a single mass- it looked like his arm just had a tapered end to it. An actual Goodra has two fingers and a thumb, but he retained all four of his fingers and a thumb, so while Grey's limb looked identical to a Goodra at first, there was a little human still in there. He gasped and his entire body tingled as his nervous system was yanked tight a moment in sudden change when a loud hollow pop was heard from his back. Again and again, with only a few seconds delay between his back popped as vertebrae were pulled too tight with growth and popped apart! Goodra is a type of gastropod- it doesn't have bones! That was why as his tail continued to grow still larger and longer, his tail bone did not grow at all. His pants were cutting into his thighs pretty badly- but the flesh was so plush and indented from pressure that he could not wedge his fingers between in order to pull them off! Instead Grey bent his body and then scooted his limbs closer together- this flexed his thighs and ass muscles and forced a large rip in the back of his pants. This allowed him enough room temporarily to stand up again and yank the pants down as he straightened his legs. Abe again had to help him pull them the rest of the way off, since his body was not flexible enough at the moment to do it himself.
His body got longer and his hips finally popped apart, which for a second caused his entire body to jostle abruptly as his lower body squished down and outward before wobbling back into shape. The strangest of changes was his neck now growing. His body feeling increasingly less solid as each additional vertebrae from his neck now popped off and dissolved into the changing mass. He watched not only the ground below him get further away but also his own swelling body. His now huge tail wrapped itself around the trunk of the tree beside him for stability- a reaction from Goodra's mind, not his own. He felt awfully congested, then he had to switch to breathing through his mouth. Grey's face started to bloat outward and lose shape. His hair rapidly fell from around his head and four nubs grew in its place, quickly fattening up and then growing outward. His face grew out into a short muzzle, but this also caused his nostrils to close up entirely- Goodra do not have noses. He felt more and more relief from his lungs though, and after a few more moments Grey breathing from his mouth slowed and stopped. Like many species of amphibian- he can now breath through his skin. His thighs, hips and ass were so gigantic now that his lower legs almost looked comically small in comparison since his feet had not altered size at all. Goodra only have two toes that- like its fingers- are almost indistinguishable from one another when relaxed; so Grey ended up losing a toe and instead had four equally sized toes. Two toes were further forward than the other two, so his feet still had a rounded point shape to them. His shins were the same length as always but looked extremely short just because the thigh was so gigantically round that the shin was sort of lost in the front curve of the thigh. It also caused his entire body to have a tear-drop shape to it, with long narrow neck, conical shaped body which got thicker as it went down and then very round hips. His gut was no longer very noticeable- though just as large if not even bigger now, the expansion of his entire body sort of equalized it so it had no definition against the rest of Grey.
His iris turned amethyst-purple but only grew slightly, making them much smaller than a Goodra's eyes. The nubs on his head finished growing into two gigantic tentacles and two small ones. The small ones now picked up scent- like a slug, this was his nose now. But unlike a slug, Goodra already has eyes, so the larger tentacles were instead used to perceive moisture from a long distance away. Goodra only live in moist environments and generally only come out when its raining- their larger tentacles allow them to detect incoming rain from miles away. At the base, Grey's tail was now as thick as his body, making it extremely girthy even though it was also a good length. The final changes to finish was the distortion of his skin color. Grey was expecting to turn purple, but it seems one of the interference from his human genes on the pokemon were to cause it to become Shiny after merging with him! Most of his skin turned so a soft banana-yellow. Instead of three circles of green flesh on his tail, they were amethyst-purple like his eyes, and then two more circles on his his head just behind his eyes. These patches of skin had more give to them than the rest- these were where its slime was emitted from. There was also a non visible place in the palm of its hand that could also release goo. His entire underside though, from muzzle to the tip of his tail was peach colored. So he was banana and peach colored, and shaped like a pear.
"Couuuhn I suu ulk? ...Mo." Translation; 'can I still talk? ...no.' His vocal chords and mouth shape were both very different and Grey did not even have teeth anymore, so forming human words was not going to work. Which unfortunately prevented him from asking for help.
Grey's human traits were so few that someone could be looking right at him and not know he wasn't just a regular Goodra. Goodra are both a bit larger and a LOT heftier than the average human so the Goodra sort of just buried his humanity entirely. Grey was still wearing his shirt, though it was stretched quite tight. He figured he would just leave it on, even though it was uncomfortable to move his arms around in the tight sleeves. Anything that would make him stand out and potentially get help is good. Grey started to walk toward the city awkwardly. He kept over-adjusting for his body wobbling- without any bones he stood and walked with liquid pressure within his body. When he stepped down it felt to him like he was going to fall over entirely because his leg wasn't solid enough, though the Goodra in him was perfectly calm- completely used to having this body. Grey was now a bit larger than any normal Goodra though- the bio mass of his human body having been added onto it. Grey looked so balloon like when examining himself, since even his skin had no pours on it, making it look super smooth and since it was raining- shiny and smooth.
Grey perked up as he suddenly got an idea! The rain! He took out two other pokeballs and released their contents- his original pokemon a Gardevoir and a new addition he traded someone from Galar for- a Arctovish. Arctovish's ability was Water Absorb, which caused any water type attacks against it to heal it instead of dealing damage. An entire human isn't part of a Goodra's natural biology- so its immune system may regard his cells as a threat. Grey told his Gardevoir to use Skill Swap, switching her ability to Arctovish, and then used Skill Swap again on Grey to swap Sap Sipper to her and Water Absorb to him! With Water Absorb, the rain should help heal Goodra, which according to his theory should heal it- repulsing his human form from the body!
With over half his team now following him Grey lumbered his way out of the forest and into the grass fields between it and the city so he could expose himself more directly to the rain. He directed Abe to teleport Gardevoir and himself to his house to grab an outfit to wear for when he returns to normal. He opened his arms wide and put his face to the sky waiting for the healing effect to kick in. He felt the liquid slowly seep into his smooth bouncy skin. Instead of the rain water running down his body it hit and then the droplets collected but shrank as they traveled down- very little actually making it all the way to the ground under him before vanishing into his body. He felt oddly good and refreshed, so he assumed it was working. After a minute he furrowed his brow at how it seemed to be harder to hold his girthy tail up, and his shirt really seemed to be strangling him. He was actually starting to have problems breathing because it was so tight! He finally opened his eyes to look down, and he gasped in shock- which expanded his chest and caused his shirt to suddenly explode open down the front! He reflexively went to grab the fabric to hold it to himself but the moment he tried to bend his arms the sleeves shredded and the garment slumped off completely- oddly dry. His body had even absorbed the liquid that his shirt had previously absorbed itself! Grey could barely hold his tail up because it was twice the girth yet again! His gut and thighs were even more gigantic, making the pear-shape of his body still more extreme! Water Absorb is an ability, so its just on automatically and cannot be turned off! He was endlessly absorbing all the rain water which was swelling up its body! And Gardevoir was not there to Skill Swap again!
At first it seemed to pool in his lower body, making it still harder to walk, but then his entire body started to grow and swell up with the cool rain! He quickly tried to get to the city hoping maybe someone who can fix this will notice the very huge Goodra. He moved incredibly slow though, not only was his body weight increasing but he wobbled even more when he moved now! Grey could not make even the slightest movement without making his entire body wobble like a delicious flan. Grey's body seemed to swell and then grow in pulsing turns. First it swelled out making him look like a Goodra parade balloon, but then once he started to feel too tight like he was getting ready to pop, his body would grow in size overall and his proportions returned to normal, then started to swell again. When he became the most bloated- just before a growth surge- he would fall forward and barely be able to crawl on all fours till he grew, because his limbs were so bloated he could barely bend them! The tall grass started to look like regular grass. Boulders looked like pebbles. By the time he finally reached the outermost street of the city, the street lights were only half as tall as Grey is! He was too big to take shelter under anything from the rain.
Grey could no longer stop jiggling at all. He did not want to stop moving, hoping he could reach his apartment and find Gardevoir if nothing else. Even if he stopped moving for a minute there would still be tiny tremors rippling somewhere in his body. Ripples in his soft, bouncy mass collided with one another creating new ones. His tail was so enormously girthy since it was the first part to bloat in his swelling cycle that he could not completely lift it off the ground. The circles of purple skin on his head and tail were leaking goo, causing him to leave a trail. At least that got rid of some of his body's liquid, since he cannot re-absorb his own slime. It made back tracking impossible though- the slime was extremely sticky like powerful glue against a surface that is dry, but almost zero friction against a surface that is wet- even if the wetness is more slime. So if he attempted to turn around and go the other way he would immediately slip and fall on his face. Bigger and bigger he grew, slowly raising up past the second floor windows on the buildings, then the third, then the fourth. Now the two parts of his growth cycle were becoming uneven. When he grew his proportions did not return completely to normal- he was still swollen looking. Every time he grew again, he remained looking a bit more swollen still than the last. His gut trailed to his tail between his legs, and became so soft and fat that it dragged on the ground between his legs! He could no longer walk properly, he was basically dragging himself, using his arms to brace himself on the buildings on either side- taking up the entire two lane road in between! He could hear people panicking down on the streets and tried to wave them down and say something, but could not communicate in this form. The police and fire fighters arrived, trying to attack him to subdue and capture him and minimize damages but he was so gigantic and soft all their attacks bounced off, doing nothing. Well, almost all of their attacks. Unfortunately the fire fighter's pokemon's water attacks didn't do NOTHING, they just didn't hurt. They made him still bigger.
He was so heavy and large it was hard to not break windows on the buildings, even trying to be careful as he used them to stabilize himself and very soon after, he felt his massive wobbling thighs brushing the buildings on either side! He was getting so giant that he could not fit down the street! Grey reached his apartment though with a sigh of relief and tried to bend down and peek in the window to find Gardevoir but found his body too bloated to bend! He had to actually back up some ways to lay himself flat to be able to look in the window, and the first step he took he slipped on his own slime trail and slammed down onto the road! Grey is so enormously heavy that when his gigantic body hit the street he collapsed it! The pavement caved into the sewer below, completely annihilating the entire block! The ripple of momentum in his soft body then caused it to squish out sideways, slamming into the buildings on either side, demolishing windows and some of the outer facing walls that were not supported by any adjacent walls. His soft flesh squished into the newly made holes, so when he wobbled back into proper proportions, it raised and tore the holes even wider before his skin bounced back out of the buildings entirely. He blushed as he felt a stirring in his groin. All the movement was destructive for all the tiny structures and people, but to him it felt good if anything, and dragging his gut on the ground had also helped an unwanted erection to start. He glanced in his window since his head was now laying on the ground at least, and seen his apartment was empty!
Gardevoir would have already gotten the clothes by now and returned to him... except he moved. They had missed each other- Gardevoir and Abe were now back in the forest, wondering where their master wandered off to. He cannot go back the way he came following the same path, because it was now slick as ice thanks to his own goo! Even his tongue was feeling bloated in his mouth as he groaned loudly in frustration. Something small but hard was jamming into his leg and hurting him so he moved his leg first, trying to get away from it. There was no room for something as big as he was though- so not only did his thigh damage the building more beside it, he snapped the object completely out of the street, and then felt the cold blast against him! He snapped a fire hydrant out of the ground! It was now blasting high pressure water straight into him!! He then tried to shove himself back up so he could shuffle away from it and felt the cold flow on his arms! The water pipes leading into people's homes were all smashed open below the street! He was getting blasted with gallons of water every second from below, and still getting rained on from above! As he finally got into a standing position again, his gut and the base of his tail was sat so heavily on the ground in spite of his completely straightened legs that he could not really move at all! His body wobbled so violently that Grey felt he barely had any control of his movements at all- forced to just get yanked around in whatever direction his wobbling form decided to ripple. The purple circles of flesh on him were more flexible than the rest, so now they stood as perfect half-spheres out off his side, leaking goo perpetually. Even the Goodra part of his mind could not stop them from leaking because the pressure was too much.
The Goodra part of his mind was oddly amused- it did not understand the scope of the damages and the danger of the situation. It got a bit of a power high. Grey on the other hand was terrified for the increasing value of damages he was causing to the city and just praying people got away from him in time so he did not step on and kill anyone by accident. He was also mortifyingly embarrassed when he looked down and seen his penis at full mast! He was not aroused at all! Like the purple flesh, the penis was skin that was built to be expanded already! Because his body was over-pressured, the liquid pressure forced a permanent erection into his dick! Goodra penis is normally internal as is its balls. Once it slides out the penis is a tapered neon pink pillar, but naturally fairly large compared to the creature- the length of its entire arm. Which made it especially big now- since his arm was large enough to crush a medium sized building. He could feel the ripples and jiggling of his body extending into the phallus as well, causing it to tighten and squirt out some pre from the unintentional pleasure. But that gave Grey another last second plan! He could ejaculate fluids!
Grey tried to bend himself over enough to grab his penis but the pressure in the shaft caused it to jut straight out rather than up, making it harder to reach because of how bloated his body was. His skin color seemed to be getting more pale as well, like the surface of a balloon that was reaching capacity. Another police squad appeared, attempting to attack him but Grey just ignored them for now- they couldn't actually do any harm anyway. He lost his balance trying to bend over and accidentally smashed his head into a nearby building, leaving a huge crater in the side of it, then barely being able to catch himself before flopping back completely over, but his heart jumped when his gigantic dick slapped the ground! It landed on top of the police squad! His penis was more than heavy enough to smash their bones into paste! He felt minuscule hands shoving against him though, and felt them squirming their way out from under it on either side of the shaft. It was so massively bloated and squishy soft that the hot meat hit them but was bent inward by them- so its weight slammed onto the ground around them rather than directly onto them. It was soft enough and they took up such a tiny percentage of its surface area that they were completely unharmed by it.
Grey wanted so much to just give up and remain half-laying there. The rain was constantly refreshing feeling, and every little movement he made, made his entire body jiggle around and feel good. The Goodra half of his brain was giddy on its power high and enjoying everything- unintentionally starting to convince Grey to do the same. Even his penis was starting to balloon out to proportions it was not meant to have, becoming cone shaped from getting so extremely girthy. It was starting to mirror his tail on the other side, since its flesh was already meant to stretch much further than any of the rest. He was shocked back into his efforts to save himself quickly enough though when Grey too a closer look at his arm and seen how dire the situation was. The swelling was getting worse, and the growing less. He could see the people on the street fleeing from him- THROUGH his arm! His body's liquid mass was so giant compared to its solid mass that he was actually transparent! His skin didn't just get more pale colored, you can actually see through it. And because his organs were being saturated at the same rate you could not see them through the skin- because their transparency was a bit more than the surface skin due to their naturally higher liquid mass. And Goodra had no bones, so there was a completely unobstructed view straight through him! The pre now almost continuously spurting out of his dick no longer had the consistency of precum... he was pumping almost pure water back out of him. It was basically just warmed up by being absorbed through him and then ejected back out.
Grey struggled to get back onto his feet but his body was less solid than ever. Imagine trying to balance yourself on a water balloon- not easy, eh? Well at this point- that was his entire body. He almost stood up but then wobbled forward and fell onto all fours- smashing his upper torso through a nearby high-rise and then his neck swung across the street on the opposite side, and his head smashed through the side of a building on the other side of the other street! Grey's eyes were wide as he seen the people only inches in front of him inside of the building scream and scramble to get away from his gigantic face. Oh no! The people INSIDE of buildings did not evacuate- they were probably told to stay indoors at risk of being stepped on. Fearing he had just crushed dozens of people to death in the building remnants under his chest and gut he looked back and seen something that was equal parts relieving and disturbing at the same time. He seen around thirty people swimming INSIDE of him! He was becoming so much liquid mass that it was almost like his entire body was made of jello. You can push your hand through jello. If he stepped on anything solid, it would just pop through his skin and float around inside of him!
His giant dick was squirting water out like a hose at this point, feeling like a mild, constant orgasm to Grey. His tail was being forced to curl backwards from pressure as he stood back up onto his feet, but unable to walk because his bloated gut filled the space between his legs and rest fully on the ground. Then it stretched even further out. His neck was forcefully straightened and arched back slightly as its underside bloated out- giving his entire body the shape of a croissant. Streams of thick goo trailed constantly from the bloating domes of the purple spots on him, and his penis started to blast water out at a pressure strong enough to strip paint off a car. His arms look like stumpy cones on the side of his torso! Grey could not move at all anymore. Any attempts to move any part of his body just caused him to wobble a bit. His skin color continued to look more and more pale as his body became increasingly transparent and rounder, and rounder. He started to drool water uncontrollably, then started to spit up and then practically vomiting a stream of continuous water. Grey's body became so monstrously bloated that it became shaped like a lemon! What used to be his tail and long neck were the tapered points on either end- the tentacles on his head nothing more than four round bumps. His arms were nothing but bumps as well, and his legs and feet were a bump on the end of a large sphere on either side that was his thighs. His penis was like a pink spike- almost as wide as it is long. Most of the people trapped inside of him swam into the base of his penis- so they get pulled out through the unending stream of water it was ejaculating.
Finally Goozilla ruptured with a loud *kabooosh* and his body converted basically to nothing but water, and thus lacked enough solidity to hold together. The force of the tidal wave smashed several buildings completely down and slammed vehicles to the sides of the roads for several blocks before settling down. Pokemon can only be feinted however- not killed. A KO'ed Goodra reconstituted in the road a short while later. Luckily by then the rain had stopped and a pokemon professor was quick to scoop the pokemon up and place it in containment so it could not continue to destroy. Goodra would have a rather pampered life from that point on, and got plenty of attention from the professor who was eager to research the strange specimen. They never did figure out any of what had actually happened that day. Grey was so much like a normal Goodra that no one ever caught on that it was a human in there, they just thought it was a rampaging Goozilla. Even the professor was unable to put together what happened, because the Goodra had its ability switched by Gardevoir's Skill Swap- which is reverted as soon as the pokemon is switched out of the battle. The Goodra feinted- so its ability reverted to Sap Sipper by the time he was captured for research. Its skin also reverted to non-shiny since it was Grey's genes that made it shiny in the first place. And Grey? Woke up perfectly normal... although completely naked in a pokemon center. He blacked out- which caused him to wake up in the last pokemon center he had used- but that only applies to the trainer, not wild pokemon- which caused the two to become divided again. He had to deal with an angry nurse and indecent exposure charges, but Grey was fine with that. Because they never found out he caused several billions of dollars worth of damages to the city.
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A looooooooooooo breathes oooooooooong overdue commission for deathmetal over on FA, and why I don't do commissions anymore, I present you: A Tale of Two Demons.
Standard Sex, Rampage, Growth story with a bit of incestuous twist this time around. I hope you all enjoy! And as always, I dearly love comments, critiques, and criticisms.
For the small city of St. Andrews, the day started like any other. People walked about the town like always. The suburbs bustled with cars and the sounds of life, as always. However, for one Cherrygrove Rd. house, things were taking quite a dramatic turn.
It was a calm night at the Peterson's household. The parents of the house were asleep in their beds, snoring soundly. Their daughter had snuck out for the night as usual for a Friday... and their son was with about three other middle school aged children in their basement, under the pretense of having a sleep over.
In actuality, it was much more sinister. Dressed in black robes, and surrounding a cauldron filled with all the ingredients that the book said they needed, they were chanting a song that would bring over something from another world that they all desired: a pair of hot, loyal female compatriots. Demons or no, they would love to have them, each and every one of them, and were willing to go to these great lengths to have them for themselves.
At the end of the fourth verse, they all stood in unison. George, the Peterson boy, looked to the rest as a a deathly silence surrounded the cauldron.
"Alright, the last ingredient after the chanting is supposed to be... the blood of a chaste individual."
"What does that mean?"
"It means one who hasn't had sex retard."
"Silence! I'll put mine in to finish the ritual..." George walked towards the cauldron filled with nasty, almost stereotypically dark and creepy ingredients. As he took out the jar, prepared for just this occasion and filled with a bit of his blood, he smiled in his own eagerness. Opening it, he forced the first few drops in before the rest fell in on it's own.
The kids sat in silence for a while. Nothing. They sat, and sat, and sat, anticipation the only thing keeping them from calling bullshit. Finally, after a good ten minutes, they saw a tiny black bead in the midst of the pot, and watched in both horror and fascination as it grew...
"Uuuuuhm... should we... get out of here?" Said one of the boys. George simply stared at him, and he stood his ground, watching as the black bead grew larger and larger... they could hear the sounds of two women giggling, and the eagerness of the boys was immediately elevated... about two seconds before the portal shot open.
Cherrygrove Rd. was an unfortunate bystander to the girls entrance. The portal that had been about human sized quickly shot to easily three thousand feet tall with the sound of an explosion, sucking in with a loud WOOOOSH a good city blocks worth of materials into it's dark, cold abyss. However, for those who were startled awake by the sound of the portal blasting open, that was the last thing they cared about. For out of the portal they saw a horrendous sight. At first, it was a single foot... and even that was enough to break the minds of some of the onlookers. Over three hundred feet long, and half that in width, it looked like a human foot, but scaled red. The toes, instead of being tipped with nails, were tipped with vicious toeclaws. But it was the touchdown on the surface of this world that announced it's arrival most poignantly. It fell and fell hard, the ground blasting underneath it as the earth itself revolted against such an unnatural thing; and it hadn't even seen the rest yet...
Kala stretched as she stepped out of the portal from her home plane. She had been summoned once again to provide comfort for a lecherous man. Ah well, she could at least take his immortal soul as comfort this time round. She was after all a succubus now, newly initiated and everything. Draconian in form, her body was surprisingly anthropomorphic as many men enjoyed her as such, and she had changed herself appropriately with her newfound powers. Feminine shoulders led down to thick breasts, filled to the brim with milk. Lower still, she had a thin muscled stomach then led down to ungodly thick hips, an hourglass figure taken to quite an extreme. From there, her long legs were curved just so, muscled, but still feminine, and ending with a pair of plantigrade paws, their thick claws one of the few self defense mechanisms she had against these stupid lecherous b-...
It was only then that she realized something... odd. Her vision adjusted to this worlds sun, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Surrounding her were hive like structures, they looked that way anyway. Tiny and insignificant, almost comically so. Was this a planet of bug people...?
Before she could answer, she heard the sound of the portal sending in yet another behind her, and Kala couldn't help but sigh as she saw who it was. Same draconian features, same hourglass shape, almost a spitting image of her. It couldn't be anyone else but her sister and partner in crime, Jalal. Jalal giggled as she spotted her sister, running up to her and tackling her. It was rather out of character for a pair of demons to be tackling each other, but the two were not exactly the run of the mill type of demon. In character or no, Kala was taken aback as she thought her balance was better, her overconfidence getting her knocked down to the ground. She felt the ground shutter as she watched debris from some of the nearby hives blast across her naked breasts... it felt good, especially as she felt a slight... wiggling? Before she could investigate, Jalal had flipped her over, sitting on her naked chest, her own body just as free to the world as Kala's was, before leaning down, her thick arm length tongue tickling against her sisters lips.
"Hi hi! You got the summons from another group of men too I gather?"
Kala nodded, trying to get a good look at their surroundings. "Yeah but... theres something... different about this one. Look." Kala pointed at the hives a few arms lengths away. Jalal blinked, looking at the structures with an almost child like fascination. "Ooooh... bugs! I always feel all powerful when I crash into bugs, don't you? Like your a big monster or something! Raaaawr!"
Kala couldn't help but laugh "Jalal, we -are- monsters... were succubi now remember? Ever since we were recruited as such at least."
"Yeah but like REAL dragons and stuff! we see humans all the time, haven't you heard of their monster movies?"
"Yeah..." Kala blinked. She had been looking at the sky when she wasn't looking up at her naked sister, idly studying the constellations that she could make out. "Now that you mention it though... doesn't this sky look... familiar?"
Jalal looked up at the night sky and noticed what her sister was talking about after a good look at it. "Yeah... the constellations. This is..." She blinked, looking around. "This is Earth!"
Jalal, still looking a bit shocked, albeit a bit curious of their surroundings now, got off of her sister, helping her up, as they both looked around in silence. For the first time they heard the screams, the screech of car tires against the road. They saw the tiny bugs that were running through the mess they had already made, hives flattened... no, buildings flattened by their child like outburst. An outline of their forms was left in the soft dirt, the ground peppered with white dust and particles from the obliterated buildings. "J-jalal... I think we ARE monsters..."
Jalal smiled, and Kala couldn't help but join her as she purrrrrrrrred...
For the people of St. Andrews, the words escaping the lips of these two weren't foreign. Speaking in plain, clear English, the human like characteristics of the dragonnesses made it all the more surreal for those who still had the mindset to pay attention. The two dragonnesses were -massive-. Taller then the tallest skyscraper in the world, paws the size of city blocks... and it didn't take long for the two of them to realize just how large they really were.
For Hannah, it was way... way too soon. She was just a few blocks away from the edge of the portal when it exploded outwards, able to see the pair of demons warp into their plane of existence, taking a city block of debris back into their home plane before she watched it close behind them, unnoticed and uncared about. She had ran, and by the time they had tackled one another, she was in a building but a block or two away from their touchdown, able to see first hand the nuclear winter that they had caused just from their innocent movements. As it cleared, her building miraculously saved, she had gotten a good look at their faces. She saw their look of love for one another... a curious personality quirk for a pair of what looked like old monster's from a B movie from her angle. She could hear their words, could hear that they were, in some way, human. Speaking English, thinking, analyzing. This wasn't like the monster movies she was such a fan of. This was real. These things were... planning. They were planning for this cities demise. The look of that large, dripping tongue stayed in her mind, those big paws second to it. She stayed in the building. Not because it was safe, but because she was fascinated at the same time that she was terrified. She had sometimes dreamed of monsters destroying this place; now that it was happening though, she couldn't help but feel for the helpless citizens that were just like her.
It wasn't long before the sound of their purrrrrrrrs hit her ears. "T-... they are enjoying this." The next moment was terror incarnate, as she saw one of their HUGE paws shift close to her as they had stood up while she was lost in thought. she could see every inch of sinew flexing in one of them, their toes curling as they chatted idly, but her mind was too occupied to hear them by now. Her fight or flight systems were screaming at her to run, to get out of the way, to find shelter from these massive predators... but her human ego was fascinated. Such grace, such power, such human individuals. The scales, the talons, all that separated this foot from that of a humans. Yet looking up, she could see the pairs tails flicking, their eyes wandering through the city as they purred and teased one another. They were so human, yet so alien at the same time. She focused, trying desperately to hear what they were trying to say through the sound of blood rushing to her head, their booming voices probably able to carry for miles, yet she was but a few feet away.
"Well the men who brought us here obviously just screwed up the summoning! He used more of something then he was supposed to. Who knows what else the warp did to us..."
"Who cares? If we don't have a man to play with, at least we have his home. Come on, how many times have you told me you dreamed of having more power...?"
Hannah watched in fascination as one of them moved in on the other, her tongue teasing across her neck as her hand moved down to tease across her nipples, elliciting a coo from the other. "Mmmm... a-all the time..."
The teaser retracted her tongue with a giggle, only to plant a short lived kiss on the others neck. "Mmm... and what would you call this right now? Were GODS sis! This place is nothing but a playground for us now! Watch!"
Hannah watched as the teaser, and the one whose paw was closest to her, suddenly lifted up said paw. Hannah's eyes went wide as she literally -heard- the sound of muscles tensing as it rocketed skyward. She watched as debris fell off the dragoness's foot, concrete and metal I bars crashing into the earth below, leaving their own small craters without anyone even noticing. Hannah's eyes were fixated on that paw. Easily the size of a city block, it's toes wiggling as the dragoness giggled above.
"Their nothing more then ants to us now!"
Hanah then watched as it grew, her body not accepting it, not understanding what that meant until the last couple of moments. "no no no... it's fallin-!"
Jalal's foot landed HARD on the city block. Both she and Kala giggled as they watched a city block -explode- out from underneath Jalal's paw, dust and debris flying into yet more buildings, and cracks shooting out from underneath the massive stomp, shaking the earth to it's very core. Jalal's big tongue licked across her maw as she let out a murrrr. "Ooooh... You gotta try this sis!" She wiggled her toes with a purrrr, "Such power over all these little guys... It's why we turned into succubi in the first place after all remember?" Jalal turned to see Kala's eyes wide, watching in a combination of fascination and lust, before she blinked, noticing her sis's glance.
"Y-yeah... yeah I remember." Kala blushed, before stepping forward casually. Even her casual steps sent shockwaves of air out as her heavy weight pushed it out from underneath her feet in blasts thick enough to knock the humans off their feet. She felt the little cracks of cars and humans underneath her toes, and as she looked on, naughty, lust-filled ideas swarmed her thoughts.
"Jalal... we can do anything here." She turned to see her sister, idly wandering in a different direction before leaning down, her thick tongue trailing against the ground as she saw a few dozen littles stick to it like Velcro. Her tongue retracted soon after with a purposefully elongated slurp, Jalal murrrring as Kala watched the small ball of meat fall down her thin throat, a low groan issuing from her sister's lips.
"Jalal! We can do anything here." Kala repeated in between purrs. This time Jalal turned, blinking at her sis.
"Well... yeah. What are you getting at? It's a playground! I told you that already."
Kala's smile widened. "But... all of this. Murder, destruction. Nothing can stop us."
Jalal looked at Kala like she was crazy, turning to walk up to her sister with a smile and a saunter in her step. "What, did you have something in mind?"
Kala blushed, but couldn't help but smirk at her sister's saunter, "Well... lets have some fun shall we? Those buildings in the middle. I bet you can't stomp those big ones without hurting your paw."
Jalal giggled. "Ooooh. Now your getting into it! Also: Your on!"
Jalal, without even thinking, turned and began to run towards the center of the city, the downtown district of St. Andrews. Kala purrred as she watched Jalal's movements. Thick musculature flexing with each and every step, her paws shooting out from underneath her, tossing debris back like it was simple dirt. Kala watched as her toes curled with each step, her paw craters filled with the debris of buildings and the decimated bodies of humans. Tens of thousands of lives either killed or destroyed, as she walked over houses like they were nothing more then ant hills. Her flighty sis did it without thinking, without caring at all... Kala couldn't be so kind. As she followed her sis, her footfalls were deliberate. A crowd of fleeing humans felt the wrath of her draconian paws, their popping eliciting a short lusty hiss out of the dragoness. A fleeing fleet of cars couldn't be passed up... and as she stepped over them, her tail dragged on the ground behind her, blasting a thick trench in the road, and knocking up against over three dozen cars, knocking their inhabitants astray before they two were crushed by the tip of her idle tail. Finally, she came into the downtown area... and her eyes widened.
Jalal had stopped as well as she saw the crowd, thick to the point of looking like a living carpet, unable to escape, unable to move even due to the sheer amount of fleeing furs. The two of them were awestruck by it, both of them purrring instinctively. Kala was the first to act though. Lifting up a single massive foot, she hovered it over the furs with a wide grin on her face. "Mmmm... your right Jalal. Smashing bugs does make me feel like a monster. A big..." She wiggled her toes, drinking in the screams of thousands as she lorded her power over them like a God. "...Powerful..." She tensed her muscles, her leg and paw now like a loaded artillery piece to the humans below her. "...Monster." She chuckled as she snap kicked down. Jalal even blinked as the sudden snap blasted into the ground. Bits of earth, asphalt, buildings, glass... raised high enough to smash up against Jalal as well, causing her to lose her balance, falling on her thick ass... and landing right on another crowd. Jalal blinked, before purrring as the short lived squirming made way to an oily running feeling against her cheeks as she watched the debris cloud slowly fall away, revealing a dusty, moaning Kala, walking towards her sis.
Kala walked towards her sister before kneeling down, ignoring her sisters quizzical looks as she licked against Jalal's chest with her own long tongue, before making her way down to her sister's revealed sex, sucking against her clit. Jalal yelped with a start, before shaking in pleasure. "Aaaah! W-w-w-what are you doing?!" Kala smirked, and pulled back without answering. After a second or two of searching, she found a crowd of humans, grabbing them with a single hand. "Showing you just what I meant by -anything-."
Kala chuckled as Jalal's eyes went wide at the sight of the writhing mass in her hands. She moved it right up against her sister's sex, and within the second, Jalal began to moan and scream in ecstasy. "AAAAH! S-stop it stop it, it feels s-so good...! Ooooh g-g-gods!" Jalal began to thrust into the crowd, and Kala watched, purrrring like a cat playing with a mouse as she felt her sisters thrusting pound the crowd slowly into pulp.
"Mmmm... stop it sis? I'm not even started..." Kala grinned wide as she moved closer, resting to the side of her sis, letting her long tongue slither across her sisters front, before moving up to her nipples, licking and teasing across her large areolas. Jalal closed her eyes, shivering visibly as her thrusting started to get more intense, pounding into Kala's hand greedily before whimpering "Aaah... they've stopped moving..."
Kala wasted no time. When her sister pounded into her hand again, it wasn't her palm she struck, but three fingers. Jalal leaned back, moaning heavily as her tongue fell from her mouth in an open mouthed moan. Kala couldn't help but switch her attentions, moving in and deeply kissing her sister at the same moment her fingers struck home. She could hear her sisters muffled screams as she orgasmed and orgasmed hard right into her fingers. She continued to finger her, letting the juices fall to earth, coating the dead and the still alive in a thick, viscous coating, trapping them there. Kala purrred as she sat back, her sister basking in the afterglow.
"Now it's my t-" Kala started to stay, just as she felt a sharp sting against her shoulder. She blinked, growling as she turned, and saw where it had come from. "The h-... Aaah. The military has finally showed sis. Was wondering when they'd try to put up a fight."
Jalal looked up, still basking in her afterglow, giggling softly as she saw what looked like a National Guard regiment. A good one thousand strong soldiers just in that one section, mostly in tanks and other vehicles. They weren't stupid enough to use small arms at least.
"Mmmm... come to join the party...?" Jalal looked up at her sister, and blinked as she realized something around the same time Kala did. She was growing. Not much, but it was definitely visible. Muscles bulging slightly, her height shooting up even more, resting at about 3,300 feet tall now. Kala's eyes were wide, as she issued forth a loud pent up purrr. Jalal watched as her sister stood up and stood up tall, her arms spread wide and a sly grin on her face.
"Fine! You want to shoot me? Try me!" Kala said as loud as she could. Jalal was about to stop her when the entire regiment opened fire. Tanks, a few helicopters, all of it pinging off of her scales, useless stings that did nothing but scuff her scales. Kala laughed, and then Jalal realized why her sister seemed so suicidal all of sudden... she had figured it out before she had.
Kala grew. It wasn't as slow as before either, she could see it before she could even feel it. Her feet became broader, wider, more prominent. Muscles adding to muscles, flesh added to flesh. She felt her body shifting as the skyline became even less prominent, the little bugs below her that they called a military force looking even more insignificant. She couldn't help but giggle, the rush of power hitting her brain like a sledgehammer. She was over five thousand feet tall from that onslaught now, almost double her sister... and she could still see the pings of fire hitting her scales. "Mmmm... had enough yet little bugs...?" She leaned down, her massive head dwarving the regiment completely, the shadow over top of them almost three times as big as their military force. She chuckled as she saw them scramble, the breath from her chuckle alone shooting a tank in the air, before she watched it fall on it's turret. "Let me show you what I can do now, hmm...?" she kneeled, before letting her hands touch down on either side of them. She let her heavy breasts simply laze down on top of them. She felt them touchdown, felt the metal of their tanks bend and crunch underneath them, the feeling of bodies against her sensitive nipples intoxicating. It was all too much for the pent up dragon as she whimpered, not even really paying attention to the world around her... until she saw her sisters massive toe crash down in front of her.
Jalal giggled. She had grabbed the helicopters that Kala had not paid any mind too, watching in panic as they fired everything they had into her, merely forcing her bigger, stronger. She had accidentally blown one up in her hands, cursing slightly, before she realized she was almost twice the size of her sis now.
"Kala?" She grinned as her sis looked up, blinking as she realized that the toe before her was not a mirage. "I'm big too!" She giggled, teasing her toe against her sisters muzzle.
Kala purrred, licking it gently. "Mmmm... good girl..." Kala smiled wide as she looked up at her powerhouse of a sister. "Lets use it to destroy this miserable place, hmm...?"
Commander Carson was in a bit of a tight spot. He was called in after the national guard unit had been all but destroyed, the national government at large just now mobilizing... after all, the whole incident had taken less then an hour to escalate. He was watching the screen now, watching as a pair of goddesses walk among them. He knew this, knew that he had but a few options to choose from... and none of them looked pretty.
"Commander. What are our options?" The President was looking at him sternly from across the room. Carson's took a moment before he looked away from the screen showing the two of them. They were huge... stomping on St. Andrews like it was model train set. The whole experience was so surreal it was almost beautiful in a macabre, disturbing sort of way.
"Commander Carson?"
"Y-yes. Well, they don't look good. The National Guard was wiped out in seconds. We have our normal armed forces of course, but I don't think they have the firepower to truly take these two down either. They are a lot stronger then we anticipated."
"Then you anticipated?"
Carson nodded. "The National Guard's last transmission described how even the bunker buster they deployed as absolutely useless. It just blasted against her scales, and fell flat..."
"Jesus... alright, so I ask again. What are our options?"
"Well sir... we can let this continue until they go back to where they c-.."
"Let it continue?! Dear god man, their wrecking half the damn countryside now, who knows what their capable of?"
"OR..." Carson said loudly, silencing the President. He had to get up the courage to say this. Watching the screen he saw the two playfully kiss each other as their paws struck down into a crowd of humans, debris and blood flowing out from under their paw. As it lifted, he saw the massive print filled with the rubble of some of the largest skyscrapers in the city. He sighed, looking at the president.
"Or we go nuclear."
Kala giggled as her thick paws struck down against the city. She had managed to find another few National Guardsmen, letting them hit her with all they had... until she was about her sisters size again, easily seven thousand feet tall by this point. Walking, just by itself, was enough to bring some buildings crashing to the ground, even those they never touched. Their paw prints were massive, filled with the debris they were leaving behind... and she knew this was just the beginning.
"Little bastards think they can take us out with tanks..." She purred, nuzzling her sister, her big tongue tickling against her muzzle as she giggled.
Jalal turned, rubbing Kala gently. "Heee! They'll have to try better then that!"
The two waltzed towards the edge of town, not even caring about the suburbanites, their feet falling on cars, humans, everything without a care in the world. They were looking for another city, another batch of fun buildings to play with... when out of the blue, they saw a pair of dots screeching across the sky.
"The hell...?" Both Jalal and Kala stopped to look at them. They seemed to be getting closer. They were large by the looks of them. After all, they could see them from this far away, they had to be rather large. They watched as they seemed to grow bigger still... no, they were getting closer.
"They trying to launch missiles at us now? What do they think they'll do?" She grins "We'll just get bigger!"
Jalal nods. The missiles got closer still. Both girls stood their ground, awaiting their next wave of growth. And then...
The city looked like it was engulfed in flames. A blast wave went out far enough to knock out and disintegrate everything that wasn't already obliterated, and many things that were. Not one, but two mushroom clouds, one for each girl, shot out from the ground as the world around them turned into a hellscape...
While the fireballs obscured their vision, and the EMP wave had knocked out the cameras for the screens in the bunker Commander Carson was in, he still sighed in relief. He had seen the two hit directly before the EMP hit. There was no way in hell they had survived that blast. He could hear cheering as the reports came in. Direct hit. St. Andrews was gone, and hopefully so were the pair.
"Commander! We have a bird flying by that has a camera for us. They'll see what happened and confirm the deaths."
"Good. Carry on sergeant."
The screen flickered for a moment, before popping back to life... and Carson immediately wished it hadn't...
Kala looked around at the scorched earth. Fire was burning anything that wasn't destroyed... but she didn't see much of it. Was it not a nuclear blast after all? Her vision was still obscured by the hit. It definitely hurt... but she was alive. She looked over at Jalal, about the same size still. Had they not even grown?
Shaking off her confusion, she looked down... and it was only then that she smiled wide.
"J-jalal... look." Jalal looked down as well.. and noticed the same thing. They were -huge-. Where the city once was, their paw was their instead, Jalals having moved to strick into a mountain peak, decimating a small mountain range, and they were still growing faster then they could even imagine. Jalal looked up, noticing the atmosphere getting lighter as her head hit the coulds, before she heard a boom below, looking to see what happened.
Kala had simply walked forward. Her paw lifted up, she had let it hang for a moment, the shadow eclipsing two other nearby, smaller towns, before she let it fall. She watched, a wide smile on her face as the Earth split asunder. She saw magma rise from the cracks, flowing down against the surface as her paw print was slowly filled with what felt like luke warm bath water to the goddess.
"Sis... lets destroy this place..." She purrrrrred. Jalal blinked, before seeming to realize that it was possible at her size as well.
"For fun?" Jalal questioned.
"For fun..." Kala answered, chuckling at the strange question. Both girls were still growing and growing, so rapidly that her growth alone was causing Kala's foot to knock over two additional towns, engulfing them in her growing pawpads.
Kala blinked as she felt herself lift up a bit, her body easily the size of a small state already, and her head blowing through clouds and into the lighter atmosphere. Out of curiosity, she jumped. No pomp, no circumstance, simply jumped. She felt herself blast through the atmosphere of Earth, still growing exponentially larger with every passing moment as her body flew into space. She hovered around the planet idly for a moment, awestruck at her size, and how she was yet still growing.
After all, she was the size of a small moon now. She saw the Earth's moon, her own body catching up to it's size within a matter of minutes. It took Jalal longer to step off the planet, her body to big for the Earth's gravity to hold so close to the planet by that point.
"We... can breathe and live out here." Jalal said. Kala nodded, turning to her with a grin.
"We are also just getting bigger... and quick." Jalal blinked as she noticed it too. Where they were standing just moments ago, now looked so tiny. The earth itself was shrinking rapidly in front of their eyes. Where it once obscured their vision, with each passing moment, it became more and more like a small, blue marble. Within a good ten minutes of take off, they both had to be a good couple billion miles tall. They were celestial beings taken literally.
With the earth about their size, Kala smirked. She leaned in, her thick heavy breasts hitting against the surface. Jalal giggled as she saw the land blast out from underneath her teasing, water shooting out in tidal waves as a pair of craters the size of eurasia were formed on the side of the planet. She was killing billions in a single motion, but all she could think about was how strange, and yet how good it felt against her sensitive breasts. She watched herself grow, her breasts engulfing the planet slowly. She once again beckoned for her sister, and Jalal floated over, joining her sister in thrusting her breasts against the other side of the planet.
Kala and Jalal looked at each other, then back at the planet Earth fading between their chests. They were still growing bigger, still gaining more power by the second... and as they felt the earth disintegrate between their chests, the two of them leaned in, kissing each other deeply...
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Shift: 2nd Gear
I stirred in the car, suddenly feeling something slippery under my tail. Oh, yeah that's right. I look over my shoulder to see Shadow with a very content look on his face. I smiled and snuggled backwards into his chest, it was very warm and his fur felt so good. I started purring as he was waking from my movements and started scratching my chest fur.
"Mmmmm good morning kitty." He whispered in my ear. He embraced me again, holding me tightly to his body. It felt so comfortable and right to be there.
"Murrrr good morning Shadow." I purr louder now, I was so happy to be here with him.
He yawned and nuzzled my scruff while he asked me, "Sleep well?"
"Mhmm, it was the best sleep I had in ages!" I smiled and noticed the car's clock said 10:00 AM. The car's window tint totally betrayed the time. "Maybe we should get some breakfast, it is getting late." I proposed.
"But I'm so comfy in you!" He giggled and licked my ear, "But okay, where do you wanna go?" I gasped as he slipped his now soft cock out me; it felt loose but so empty now that he was out of me. I pulled my pants up my waist and put on my tank top and propped the seat up as he was fumbling with his clothes.
"Well why don't I take you over to my place and eat there?" I offered.
"Would your dad mind? I mean if you didn't know you were gay then he sure as hell doesn't." He did make a good point, it did make me think. How would he react when I tell him? I doubt he would really be that upset, but I wasn't sure. I never showed any interest in guys or girls growing up really so... I don't know.
"I'm sure he would be fine with it, besides he will probably just scold me for being late for breakfast." I joked, trying to brighten the conversation a bit.
"Okay then, let's go!" The wolf smiled and grabbed my paw, then released it so we could start driving.
The car roared to life and I put it into gear to get out of the small camping area. We got onto the road and I pushed the speed limit a bit but still kept control. What a day... getting a great car and a even better boyfriend. I couldn't be happier, I smiled all the way home.
"Wow you guys really are rich..." Shadow said in amazement as we neared my dad's estate. Out front was parked a few of my dad's cars. I drove them all and I couldn't decide which I liked more. I parked my Corvette in the end of the line of cars.
"Here, lemme tell you about these cars." I offered. "We walk past them to get to the door anyway." I smiled and he seemed all too happy to hear about them.
"First here is my dad's 2008 Dodge Viper, ever since I crashed his 2000 model he wanted another, so he got this one and pretty much made an updated version of his old one. It is nice and great for cruising, especially when we drive to the lake in it." He walked around it once, studying it, he obviously likes cars just as much as I do.
"Next is what I call the "Space Car," it is a 1970 Ferrari Modulo. It is all original from the year and drives like it is new. Even the mileage is at 60,000." I heard him give oohs and aahs as he looked over the strange car.
"Here is my dad's 1969 Chevrolet Nova SS he customized it himself for drag racing, so we don't really drive around with it too much. The zz572 under the hood would make it flip faster than a mini-van. But in a drag it will put you back in your seat." He inspected the rear of the car with its larger rear tires and wheelie bars and came back to hold my paw as we went to the next vehicle.
"What we have here is his favorite, and something the tabloids don't know much about. They said only a few were built but there were others for the top bidders that were put aside. He inherited this from my grandfather who got it back in 1968. I present to you the 1967 Shelby Cobra Super Snake!" He was speechless as he caressed the curves of the rare car, looking into the cockpit at all the retro gauges and levers. We were at that car the longest and we gushed about its stats. That was a mean car, everyone knew it when they were driving near it, and the rumble of the engine alone could be felt in your chest.
We eventually pried away from the car and got to the door; I was a bit nervous but got it open with shaky paws. We entered and padded over to the origin of the aroma of breakfast. We entered the dining room where there was a healthy looking breakfast feast for me and a extra plate. I guess he knew I would invite him over.
I hardly noticed but he was sitting in a chair away from the table reading the comic section of the newspaper. He cleared his throat to get our attention and we looked over to see him smiling warmly from his seat.
"Well Chris I guess I do know you too well." He looked a bit smug but he deserved that, since he shocked me from what he said next. "You and Shadow should get some food before the cook gets pissed that you wasted it. I know it isn't much of a breakfast conversation but I have to ask to settle my own curiosity, who was top?" I stood agape with Shadow, how did he know?!
"Well... Uhh, h-how did you know?" I managed to stutter out.
"Son, I know the look you had in your eyes when you were near Shadow here, it was the same way I looked when I met your mother. Not to mention you both smell heavily of musk. So after breakfast I expect you boys to shower, I'm inviting a few friends over for some pool and drinks and I want you to at least smell less like sex." He said that almost like he rehearsed it. My dad is full of surprises!
"So, you're okay with me being-"
He cut me off and said, "Since your mother died I promised myself that I would support you and make sure you are the happiest you can be. So yes, I am okay with this; as long as he doesn't hurt you, because then we will have trouble. Got that Shadow?" He looked sternly at my wolf.
"Of course Mister Alpine! I could never hurt Chris!" He said, he sounded earnest and my father accepted that.
"Okay boys, I'm going for a jog, I will be back in a little while. Try not to mess the house up too bad, okay?" He smiled at us; I couldn't believe how openly accepting he was!
We both nodded as he got up to get changed, but stopped to ask again, "You never did answer my question, who was top?" I couldn't tell if he really wanted to know or if he was joking, either way I was blushing fiercely. Before either of us could answer he strode out.
We stood there, eventually getting enough sense back to sit down and have a nice breakfast together. We talked more and he told me how he was 25 and was finishing up his engineering degree. I told him how I just had a bachelor's degree in business, which must have surprised him.
"Business? Why business?" He asked.
"Well eventually I'm going to take over for my dad when he retires, but I would be racing mostly. Since the company nearly runs itself, I just have to make important decisions and give my signature on things. He only has to be at work 10 hours a week." He was amazed at how little he had to work. I smiled and held his paw. "This is all turning out so great! I'm so happy to have met you!"
He smiled and gripped my paw in return, "So am I, this is all going so fast! But I like that." He leaned over to lick my cheek, "Are you okay with this? I mean how fast things are progressing?"
I thought about it for a moment. Yeah, things were going very fast. But I just feel deep down that I should trust Shadow. It feels like we are connecting in a very special way that I never felt before. I am scared, but that fear is overridden by this connection we have. I love how I feel around him, it is nearly- no- it is addicting.
"Shadow I will tell you now that I am apprehensive of this all in a small way, but, that pales in comparison of how happy I feel with you. I want to trust you with everything, and you make me feel like I can. I mean I pretty much kidnapped you since yesterday. That's how much I want to be around you, I haven't asked you if you wanted to go home or anything like that." I chuckled and blushed at myself.
For a moment he just sat there looking at me, seeming to just absorb what I said. "Chris I don't want to leave your side for more than a moment. I... Feel that way too. I know you haven't had anyone else in a relationship with you and I'm flattered that I'm your first; but I want to be the best boyfriend for you. You are more charming and adorable than I could have imagined when I was just your fan. I'm so happy I became more than that and I want to keep that connection with you." He embraced me warmly; I just sat there in his arms, nuzzling his neck. This has to be either a dream or a fantasy. Either way, I never want it to end.
I embraced him back; we just sat there in silence. Seeming to communicate with the feelings we shared, they were nearly palpable. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but in truth was only about 15 minutes.
Our ears flicked at the same time in the direction of shuffling paws coming down the stairs; interrupting our moment. I saw a jackal with serious bed-fur. He looked lazily at us then seemed to be in a state of shock, seeing us holding each other so intimately.
"Uh... Hey Chris, what's up?" Trevor tried to sound casual but I knew he was still trying to grasp the situation.
"Oh, hey Trevor, you remember Shadow right?" I asked him, indicating the wolf by nuzzling his neck and purring into him.
"Yeah man, so this is why you were distracted yesterday." Trevor seemed in a mixed array of emotions about this. I could make out shock of course, closure, and something else. He seemed a bit let down.
"Mhmm, is there something wrong Trevor?" I asked, trying to understand why he seemed disappointed.
"Well, uh... I didn't know you liked guys is all. I'm fine with it, it's just..." He trailed off, lowering his ears.
"What's wrong Trevor?" Shadow spoke up, seeming to be equally as curious as I was.
Trevor seemed to stumble over his words for a moment before managing to fumble out a coherent sentence, "I just wish I knew is all." He seemed dismissive about it and I knew I shouldn't pry for now. He walked back up the stairs to find some clothes to put on.
"So, is he always like that? Or..." Shadow inquired to me.
"No I have never seen him upset like that before; I wonder what's up with him." I responded. Apparently that wasn't the answer Shadow was looking for.
"No, I mean is he always naked in the house?" I hardly noticed that anymore.
"Oh, yeah, he is non-body shy. Actually most of us would rather not have clothes at all here, we like our fur is all and clothes make our fur stuffy and messy looking." I answered, he just smiled. I guess he liked the idea of me walking around nude all the time.
"Well let's get comfortable then!" The wolf declared. He stood up and stripped down, looking a bit shy about his boxers going down but he found the courage to take it all off. I must say, seeing his nude form in good lighting was even better than yesterday in the dark car! Tone muscle could be seen under the fur, not big and bulky, but nicely toned.
"Well I would hate to be made a stranger in my own house!" I said back and stripped down fluidly, it was a practiced ritual for when I got home I suppose. My body wasn't as toned as his but I was still slender and slight definition showed. The wolf growled lustily at me and I giggled. "Easy killer, remember we gotta take a shower!" I padded off, swishing my tail wantonly as I strode down the hall, my wolf in tow.
We stepped into the large bathroom and I flicked the light on. Everything was clean and with little wear. Our maid worked well. I swatted the wolf's chest with my long tail and stepped into a roomy shower. We both easily fit in and I blasted hot water on us with the universal touch pad on the shower wall. It stung at first but we got used to it quickly. I grabbed some soap and lathered my paws up and started scrubbing my chest and tummy but suddenly the wolf's paws were on my chest and scrubbing softly. I purred in approval and leant back slightly to rest on his chest as he started on my tummy.
"Mmmm I feel a lot of dried cum here; you needed a shower dirty kitty." He whispered in my ear, his dirty talk was working wonders for my sore dick, which was now standing at full attention. No one ever talked to me like that but I loved it. As he was keeping my attention with his dirty talking I didn't notice that he was get closer to my crotch with his paws. Only as he wrapped a paw around my member did I notice.
"Ahhhh that's sensitive Shadow!" I squealed out.
"Hush, it is dirty and needs to be cleaned." He whispered. Slowly he was stroking the soapy mixture over my shaft, making me squirm for pleasure and soreness. It made my hips go backwards and grind into his sheath. I felt him hardening in the furry pouch and I decided to play with him and grind my ass slowly up and down it. This made the wolf moan with me; our bodies gyrated together as we pleasured each other.
Eventually it became too much for the wolf as he spun me around and locked our muzzles together for a long, passionate kiss. Eventually his skilled tongue made my knees weak and I began going limp. Shadow encouraged me falling though; he set me on my knees.
"Mmmm I think you need a lesson on how to suck cock, if you do well then I will give you a treat." The wolf couldn't look slyer as he winked at me. I felt water from the showerhead hitting my shoulders now and as I looked forward I saw his impressive member, rock hard and his knot fully engorged. Even this part of him was better in the light! It looked sculpted, symmetrical, thick and a great length to boot. I guessed right, about 10 inches with the knot, seeming to dwarf my 7 inch.
"Well are you going to look at it all day?" Shadow joked, smiling down at me. He put a paw on the back of my head. "Now just suckle the tip, if you want to use your teeth then do it lightly, lets your tongue do most of the work though. If you can't breathe then just pull it out a bit. Have fun kitten."
I blushed and looked back down to the wolfcock in front of me; I was a bit embarrassed to be in this position but I couldn't help but enjoy it. The smells of his musk assaulting my senses, making me feel a bit intoxicated. I eventually got my courage up and started suckling on the tip. There was a bit of precum there and it made my first taste of dick very sweet. I delighted in the texture and taste, I wanted more. After I milked all the pre onto the tip of my tongue I slid my short leopard muzzle down the length to about halfway. Along the way I used my tongue and teeth to caress the smooth flesh just like he said. I could hear him moaning softly and tilting his head back, I was doing a good job so far, I hope. After letting his head rest on the back of my rough tongue for a bit I slid further down the length. Choking a bit as his tapered head slid past the back of my tongue, I had to tilt my neck to keep sliding it down. I wanted to see how far I could take it; the phallus still tasted wonderful all the way down. Eventually my nose tapped his knot and it was very hard to breathe as I deep throated for the first time. My neck was in slight pain as his thick member stretched it but I got used to it. I hardly noticed him shaking, so I pulled off and breathed some fresh air for a second before asking.
"What's wrong Shadow? Did I hurt you or something?" He smiled and was blushing a bit.
"No, nothing of the sort. You just suck dick very well, that was amazing!" He looked nearly out of breath and his cock was twitching with need in front of me still.
I dove on the cock, hungrily taking it into my muzzle again. Letting my rough tongue glide across the head as it entered and I cradled the bottom of it as I bobbed my head back and forth. Delighting in the spurts of pre that were hitting my throat in the process, I wanted to swallow the cock, it tasted so good!
After about 10 minutes or so of sucking my jaw was getting sore but I kept going, wanting the treat he promised. He began thrusting into my maw roughly now; thankfully my gag reflex was suppressed by now.
"Here is your treat kitten!" With that he howled and pushed himself down my throat, starting to pump his seed directly into my tummy. I felt spurts in me and it made me so horny to feel that. Halfway through his orgasm he pulled his dick halfway out of my throat and filled my muzzle. Remembering last night I began swallowing his sweet and salty seed and grabbed his knot with my paw, remembering how sensitive it was. This made him gasp and pull his dick out of my muzzle completely to squirt just a few more ropes of cum onto my face. I licked my lips and swallowed all I could, but I knew my face was still a mess, along with his cum dripping down my chin.
"That is a good look for you Chris." He giggled and wiped his cock across my face, his scent thoroughly mixed in with mine.
"That was really tasty Shadow! How did I do?" I blushed and looked up at him.
"You suck as well as any hustler, I mean wow! It is hard to believe that was your first time sucking." He chuckled and pulled me up to my paws again. He licked at my face to clean off his leftovers.
"Thanks for cleaning me up Shadow." I was blushing fiercely under my fur, I was sure he could see it. We hugged and kissed a bit more softly now.
"I think you still need to get off though." He smiled and grabbed my dick. "And I know a good way to do just that." He leaned his back against the wall and pulled me to him by my dick, making me whimper as he pulled the whole way. "Now I'm going to put our dicks together, it is something called frottage and I think you will like it since you like cock so much." I couldn't stop blushing at him, but I was very horny and I needed release. "All you have to do is hump into my paw and against my dick until you cum." He gave me a naughty smile and put our dicks together and began jacking them off. His cock was soft to the touch but still rigid thanks to the canine penile bone in the center of it. He began pawing our dicks and his fingers playing with my soft barbs making me moan out loudly. I began thrusting into this and the combination of his soft cock and paw pads was making it unbearable to hold back. After only a few minutes of fucking his paw I could tell I was close. I began squeaking and whimpering like a little kitten, my ears laid flat to my head as I thrusted once more, harder than before into his paw. I spurted strong ropes of cum all over our tummies and our dicks. The slippery mess now on our dicks made great lubrication for him to start pawing faster than before. He was obviously good at control because my oversensitive dick was making me want to pass out. I was squealing and writhing against him, clawing his chest. Eventually he stopped for me.
I was in a daze so he was the first to talk, "You are a very sexy kitty with very sexy sounds, did you know that?" I blushed and hugged him and he hugged me back.
"Well you are my sexy wolf." I bit his neck playfully before saying through his fur, "An I wown giff you ub." He laughed at my muffled words and petted my head.
We eventually got back to the shower we were supposed to have and thanked the stars that my hot water tank was big. We washed each other and dried each other off before walking out with a single towel wrapped around both of us. We sat down on a cloth couch and cuddled.
"Dad will be home any minute now, maybe we should get dressed. We do wear clothes around guests, like the ones that dad is bringing over." I nuzzled him, even though we smelled clean I could still smell his musk and the smell of cum on us.
We got up and walked up the stairs to my room. Thankfully we were the same height and almost the same body type; I gave him some clothes that looked a bit tight for his slightly more toned build. I didn't complain because he looked very sexy with tight clothes on. I put on a colorful Strawberry Crush shirt that I bought a few years ago, wanting to accentuate my newfound sexuality a bit. We hugged and went back downstairs to watch some TV and cuddle on the couch until my dad got back.
We passed by Trevor's room and I thought about him, I was still worried about him. I doubt he was going to move out, we took him in when we were both 15 and his parents kicked him out. I never asked why because it seemed to make him very sad. 'I hope his depression isn't coming back' I thought.
We got down the stairs and I heard what sounded like someone whispering. I peeked from the top of the stairs. I saw my father, he was talking to someone. I craned my head to try and see who he was talking to, it looked male, I think. He had a very lithe figure and after looking a bit more intently I saw that he was a red fox. I never saw him before. Maybe I could listen in...
My dad's voice was clearer since he had a louder speaking voice than the fox, "Look-... I... okay-... gay-...afraid-... she-... long time-... move-... hiding-...there-... son-... deserves-... know-..." Damn, I could barely hear even him, the fox was totally inaudible the whole time. What WERE they talking about?
END! For now P Thanks for reading this continuation and thanks to all the support from the first one I have decided to make this into a series. Let's see if we can get this all the way to 6th gear! Comments and notes/criticisms are welcomed.
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Shift: 2nd Gear by Arxl
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PLEASE leave a message to tell me what you think, I know it is short, and not a story story, but votes and messages are loved by me.
The concept of the LGD or Living Gasm Drive is (I believe) property DarkNekogami, An Amazing Artist.
She yawns and gave off a soft murring sound as she lay back on the soft red silken sheets. Her soft pink scales rubbed against the delicate silk and she gave a shudder of pleasure at the cool smoothness of it.
Her tail twitched and her breath came in a soft little pant, she was starting to get worked up. Swallowing she didn't fight the urge. One of her scaled paws slid down and stroked along her smooth scaled inner thigh. The soft brush of her fingers merely encouraged her towards succumbing to the desire the was building and it wasn't long before the deep pleasured rumble started to slip free of her chest.
Her body was unclothed, she hated the material wrapping, but the feeling of silk at her back got her blood boiling, her tail tip twisted round in the silken sheets, the tip gently dripping clear slipperyness onto the silk.
The soft cool silk rubbed into her back as she arched and squirmed on the silk, her thighs were growing damp with the excitement of her hot folds, her teeth nipping at her lip as an eager half moan half murr slid from her throat.
Between her thighs her folds grew warm, her fingers drifted up her thigh, brushing across her warm folds, she spared a moment to stroke across her balls, giving them a gently squeeze. Her fingers drifted back down to her folds, stroking as her male slit spread open, the sly head of her serpentine maleness slipped free, the corner of the mouth glistening with the pre it drooled when excited.
Her tail rubbed along the silk eagerly, dripping more pre, her paw between her thighs stroked over the soft slightly damp folds, nuzzling against the boiling hot silken skin. She let out a deep pleasured moan. Her breasts heaved with her breath, firm and pert they moved with her squirming, as she twisted and writhed on the cold silk, her breath coming in slightly shorter little breaths as she started to grow hot from the inside out, her body begged at her to be touched.
Her serpentine tip slipped free of the slit it called home, turning it began to slither up her body, trailing a line of pre along her stomach from its mouth. It slithered higher as she slid a finger into her hot tight walls.
The serpentine cock wrapped its mouth around her nipple, her own serpentine tip suckling on her nipple, making her yelp out eagerly, as the serpents mouth suckled wetly one her small nipples. Her chest tickled with delight, the line of pre grew cold on her body, her thighs tingled with need, her whole body shuddered with delight and pleasure at the slowly building touch as her tail flicked and rubbed at the silk.
Her free paw curled round the serpentine shaft that squirmed on her chest, stroking the scaled snakes body, the head dragged free of her nipple, drooling pre more freely. Her fingers between her thighs sank deeper into her tight wet walls, the tunnel boiling hot and dripping wet round them tensed and squeezed tight at them.
The serpentine shaft slithered higher as she rubbed along its both, her head tilted up as she met her own serpentine shaft in a warm deep kiss, the serpent kissed back, drooling slightly salty pre into her mouth as her cock shaped tongue pressed into its mouth and it suckled back eagerly. Her tail rubbed over the silk rapidly, lashing at the silk, leaving behind a trailed smear of clear slippery pre. The serpentine tip suckled on her cock like tongue as it drooled salty pre into her mouth, her moan echoing into it, the pleasure burning through her body.
Her walls crushed around her fingers as the snake like cock tensed and pulsed in her stroking hand, her body burning up with the pleasure all over as her orgasm grew closer. Her chest heaved with gasped breaths through flaring nostrils, her whole body pounding with the beat of her heart as the passion grew to a peak.
Her boiling body thrashed on the silken sheets, crumpling them beneath her as she squirmed and her hips twitched and squirmed with the desire that pounded through her, from her ear tips to her toes, toes which curled into the silk sheets.
She writhed on the bed, her lips pressing tight to her serpentine tip, her cock like tongue pressing out to slide into the throat of her snake like cock, her paw pushing deeper into her folds, her moans drowned in the drool of pre from her snake esk lover.
Her tail thrashed as her chest arched upwards, her breasts bounced slightly, her snake like cock tensed, sealing the kiss with her lips. Her moan ripped from her lips into the kiss as her walls clamped around her fingers.
She orgasmed hard, her walls collapsed and shuddered roughly round her fingers her slick juices dripping round her hand, her snake cock tensed and spewed forth thick rich salty cum, her tongue tensing and drooling saltyness into her snakes mouth, her tail straightened and tensed and coated the silken sheets in thick white cum.
She lay there panting as the serpentine cock broke the kiss, seeming to grin triumphantly it drooled thick white cum along her body as it slowly slid into the slit between her legs, snuggling home just above her balls. Her tail lay twitching at her side as she murred deeply, closing her eyes with pleasure for a moment surrounded with and tasting the warm saltyness, she felt satisfied for now.
Opening her eyes she looked round at the furs that had been around her when her passions took over and had been treated to the whole show. She smirked "What a lady can't enjoy herself when she feels the need?" she snapped round at the watchers and winked.
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It was my first time crossdressing. I have no gender identity issues or anything, I just wanted to try it. But I also wanted to have a little fun since I was sure this would be the only time I'd do something like this and I hadn't gotten laid in a while. It probably wasn't the smartest idea, but if literotica had taught me anything it was that Craigslist was a place to find a quick fuck.
So I went on and posted an ad for myself. "First time cd looking to service a man in the area." Of course, I found out quickly that I had been misled on the usefulness of the site. The only replies I got back were from very shady characters and, honestly, not very attractive guys. If I was going to have gay sex for the first, and probably only, time I wanted the man to at least be a little attractive.
Thankfully after a week I got a hit that seemed promising. It was from a man who was visiting from out of town on business and he wanted to meet me for a "night of fun" in his hotel room. Attached were some pictures of a pretty fit guy in either his late twenties or early thirties with a nice tan. But I was still wary. I didn't want my body to show up on the 6 o'clock news and my family to know I was murdered by a psycho while whoring myself out in drag.
So I instigated a conversation between myself and the man, who said his name was Andrew, though I'm sure it wasn't his real name. I was able to confirm that the man in the pictures was indeed the man I was talking to, and a little image search brought up "Andrew's" facebook and twitter. By all accounts he seemed like a normal dude. Had a nice job, a hot girlfriend, and no red flags as far as I could tell, and I was able to gather that he was free of any nasty diseases.
So I agreed to meet him at his hotel that weekend. I went out to the lingerie shop close to campus and got a nice outfit, some sexy underwear, and a blond wig. I thought that getting one that was a different color than my normal brunet would help me hide my identity if I somehow ran into someone I knew. I also picked up some toys, for my alone time. A guy's allowed to treat himself a little now and then.
I'm somewhat ashamed to say that I was a little bit giddy that week. The thought of having sex with a guy for the first time was one I'd had for a while and now that the time had finally come I was nervous. But I was determined not to chicken out! This was an experience I was going to have! Even if it was only once, that'd be fine, but life is about experiences and I was going to do this.
I spent all day Friday shaving. Thankfully I was not naturally hairy, unlike a friend of mine. The guy was like a freaking bear. Of course, this shaving included what little facial hair I had and my crotch and even the hard to reach areas. By the end of it I was as smooth as a baby's butt. I then took some laxatives to clean out the system. What pornos and literotica stories never mention is all the work that goes into making this kind of thing, like, not really messy. As a guy about to be fucked in the butt by another guy I didn't want something obscene to occur in that hotel room. Andrew might have been into it but I certainly was not.
After cleaning and dressing myself I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I looked like a totally different person, which I suppose was the point. The wig didn't look terrible, the make-up I had put on did the job without making me look like a slut, and my outfit was a really sexy yet humble skirt and sweater ensemble. My figure wasn't too bad, either. I had never been a skinny kid, but for the past few years I had been using the college's gym to work off the fat around my stomach. I had left the weights alone, though, and the effect, with a little help, was that I could pull off a natural breast size between an A and B. If I hadn't known the girl I was looking at was me I would have definitely enjoyed a night with her.
The time had come. I put sweats on over the skirt, blouse, and sweater and set out with my equipment. Since I went to an urban school the hotel Andrew was staying at was only a 15 minute walk from campus, and as I arrived I tried to look as notutf-place as possible, so as to not draw attention. His room was apparently 7069 (the irony was not lost on me) so I made my way up to the 7th floor and found a bathroom to change in. I took my sweats off and stuffed them in my bag, which I then stuffed in a purse. Also in the purse went my shoes and out came a set of 1 inch heels. As a man, I had never had to master the art of walking in heels so I wanted some that would make me look more girlish, but that also wouldn't break my legs in two steps.
With wig adjusted and lipstick applied I walked out of the bathroom in my heels and with my purse over my shoulder and I can safely say I've never felt sexier. The confidence didn't last, though. I had butterflies building in my stomach as I walked down the hall. Standing in front of his door I wrestled with myself one last time. I decided that I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go to waste so I psyched myself up and knocked.
He answered a few seconds later. He was just like in the pictures. He was tall, had short black hair, and was tan like he spent time in the Mediterranean. He had a dress shirt and some slacks on at this moment. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"Um... I'm looking for an 'Andrew?' Are you him?" I squeaked in the girliest voice I could muster.
A smile spread across his face as he shifted positions in the doorway. I had apparently found the right man. He had also apparently picked up on my sheepishness. "Aren't you a cutie? And what might your name be?"
"Um..." I hadn't really thought on it. I just chose the first name that popped in my head. "M- Meagan. Sir." It was my sister's name, which for me just made the situation hotter.
"Well, Meagan, why don't you come on in and make yourself comfortable," he said as he vacated the doorway and let me into the room. It was like all hotel rooms, a hallway with a bathroom leading to a central bedroom with a tv and windows. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me tonight, Meagan. Is this your first time?"
"Uh... yes, actually. It is."
"Well I hope I can make it an enjoyable one," and with that he grabbed me, brought me close, leaned down, and kissed me full on the lips. I was able to take in his musk and he definitely smelled like some kind of expensive cologne. His hands sought a place to be and found my butt, groping me under my skirt. Though that felt amazing I wasn't really ready for a makeut session, so I broke it off and kneeled down. This is what I was here for. "A little eager, are we?" he said with a smile as I unzipped his pants. Soon his flaccid cock popped out from behind his shorts. It wasn't pornstar sized, just as most men aren't, but it was big. I considered myself of average length and it was definitely bigger than mine. 7 to 8 inches, at least.
I looked at the head, transfixed. After a few absentminded strokes I took it in my mouth, licking the head and getting the length as wet as possible, even getting my tongue into his little hole. Down here I was enveloped in Andrew's smell. It was all musk and no cologne and it definitely got me all riled up.
I continued to stroke the base as I sucked on the upper half of his meat. "Oh, yes. That feels amazing. Keep going," he was saying as he tucked my blond hair behind my ear and out of my face. I continued to stroke and suck for a few seconds after he had gotten hard, then stopped. "No," he whined, "Why'd you stop?"
"I have a little surprise for you," I replied. "Why don't you get comfortable while I get ready?" I picked up my purse and went to the bathroom in the hall. After admiring my reflection and how sexy I looked in it one more time I stripped and got the lacy lingerie I had bought a few days before. It was a set of black lace underwear with bra and panties (which my rock hard dick was sticking out of at the moment) and in addition I had gotten lace stockings with garter belt and gloves. After tonight, I thought, I will definitely have some fun alone time with this outfit.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked when I came out. I tried to strike a sexy pose and felt like I succeeded. "W-Well? Do you... see something you like?"
"Oh, yes," he said with that smile of his. "You are truly beautiful. The sexiest slut I have ever seen." He opened his legs, beckoning me. I walked over to him, swaying my hips like a woman who knew what she wanted, and took hold of his massive member as I kneeled down. Taking his cock from him, I stroked it with my gloved hand as I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked. "Oh, god, this is amazing!" he moaned. I continued to stroke his rapidly hardening cock, loving on his sack all the while. He happened to be one of these guys who shaved his crotch, thankfully. This would not have been as enjoyable if I was getting a mouth full of pubes.
Taking the now hard and ready cock in my mouth I moved to massaging Andrew's scrotum with my hand. "Oh fuck! You're better than my girlfriend." That took me aback. It seemed rude to me to mention another girl when your cock was being serviced by someone else, and in response I doubled my efforts to make this man cum. When he was screwing his girl I wanted him to think about me and the great fuck I gave him.
"Oh- OH FUCK!" With a tensing of his balls and a flexing of his massive penis, load after load of hot cum shot into my mouth. The only cum I had ever tasted before had been my own, and Andrew's was definitely different. Thicker and sweeter.
His orgasm had caught me off guard, but I was determined to swallow every drop of the salty juice. After he had finished cumming into me I sucked on his beautiful member like a straw, trying to get everything I could. It was truly an amazing experience: the salty sweet taste in my mouth, the warmth in my stomach, and Andrew's moans of pleasure all added to my arousal, making me hornier than I had ever been before.
He fell back onto the bed, momentarily exhausted. "Wow. That was just... amazing," he said, though I didn't give him any time to recover. I began to stroke his wet meat again, trying to harden it back up. I was not done and I wanted to make sure he wasn't either.
When I was sure he wouldn't refuse some more, I stopped and climbed onto the bed kicking off my heels. I crawled up to the headboard and stuck my ass into the air. "Andrew, I would you be a dear and help a girl out?" I said with a little shake of the booty.
"You bet, you little minx." I could feel him position himself behind me, and after he pushed my panties aside he licked my ass hole. That was an entirely new experience for me and now I was definitely happy I cleaned earlier that day.
With his tongue in my hole I couldn't help moaning the cutest, girliest moan I had ever heard myself make. "Oooh, yes! That feels amazing. Keep licking my pussy; you're making it dripping wet." And he obliged. Not only did he wet my ass but also the underside of my balls and everything in between.
"Oh, oh please. Fuck me now!" I cried. I couldn't take it anymore. I braced myself and planted my face in the cheap hotel pillows, trying to relax my ass muscles. I felt his tip probing at my rosebud, then the pressure of his wet head pushing into me. I bit my lip, prepared for the point when his head entered me completely and the rest of the shaft slipped in.
It happened quickly. One moment there was a bulge pushing into me, the next it was traveling deeper into my bowels. I had never felt anything like it before: the sense of completely filling up thanks to the wondrous rod of a man, especially one as big as Andrew's. I didn't have much time to reflect on this, as Andrew started to pump almost immediately.
In and out, in and out. All I could feel was the head gyrating inside of me and the shaft rubbing on my asshole. "Oh-h-h-h my GOD! Fuck. Me! Yes! YesyesyesyesYES! Fuck me like you could never fuck your girlfriend. Make a woman out of me!" I undid my bra to let my breasts swing free and I couldn't keep my hand away from my neglected clitty. With my face buried in the sheets I started to masturbate as my ass was being serviced. The feel of my lace gloves did me in and I had never cum so fast and so hard. I could see trails of my jizz on the sheets under me as I screamed, "I'm cumming!"
I guess this pushed Andrew over the edge since he started to shoot his load into me for the second time that night, and this time I could feel the warmth actually filling me up. But he didn't miss a beat. After he had finished unloading his cream into me he picked me up and flipped me around, pivoting me on his penis, which was still inside me. I landed with my back in pools of my own cum and I could see this man furiously pounding into me, trying to harden back up. We locked eyes and he took the chance to start kissing me again. With my mind occupied by the meat in my butt I wasn't able to break away from the kiss and just went with it.
I lifted my legs to give him a better angle and wrapped them around his back, pulling him into me. He eventually broke off the kiss and sat back up, supporting my back with one hand and wrapping the other around my sore shaft. With a grin on his face he began to pump my penis vigorously. "Ow, I can't take it. My head's too sore." Thanks to my earlier orgasm my dick was hypersensitive to the attention Andrew was giving it. It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before a shudder ran through me and my balls constricted, retreating further into me than they already were, and load after load was launched from my hole.
Streams of my cum shot up my body, with most landing on my breasts and stomach, but some of the first few made it to my face. At feeling my juice on my face I opened my lips to try and get a few spurts into my mouth.
Andrew retreated out of me, leaving a cold, empty feeling in my ass, and laid down next to me, trying to catch his breath. I wasn't ready to be finished, but I was too sore to do anything fun, so I crawled down to his penis and started to clean the cum off his shaft with my mouth. After that was accomplished I snuggled up next to him and we laid there like that for a while.
I awoke in the same position an hour later. The lights had been turned off and I could feel Andrew breathing rhythmically beside me. I got up and looked out the window at the lights of the city below. The hotel was right on the edge of the financial district which, at night, was quite beautiful.
I didn't notice Andrew was behind me until he started touching me and sucking on my neck. I moaned, accepting his advances, and pushed my butt up against him. He accepted my invitation and shoved his dick back up my ass, pressing me up against the large glass window.
The mix of sensations was erotic: the heat of Andrew behind and in me coupled with the cold of the glass against my breasts, body, and erect penis. When I started to move with Andrew, the sensation of the window on my penis acted like a masterbatory effect and allowed me to orgasm. My load shot up, coating my stomach and the window in my cum. In all of this, the thought that this would be a bitch to clean up for the staff reached my head, and I sank down to my hands and knees and started to lick my own cum off the window in an attempt to clean it.
This gave Andrew perfect access to my hole, so he entered me, taking me doggie style. He reached around to grab my tits, grunting with every movement of his huge phallus inside of me. For my part I was moaning, tongue out and lapping up every stream of my cum that was sliding down the window.
"Mmmm... yes. Fuck my pussy. Shove your huge hot dick up my virgin pussy! Yes!" I was shouting between my licking of the cum on the window.
"Ooh yeah, you like that, you little slut? You like my dick up your ass?"
"Yes!" I couldn't take this anymore. I moved my arms to the window and shoved my face in my cum, preparing for what I wanted. "Will you stroke my clitty for me, baby?" I asked.
He didn't waste any time and grabbed my dick. He stroked it furiously, and I responded with violent thrusting back into Andrew.
"Oh- oh- OHHHHH!!" I screamed. Being taken furiously from behind like an animal and the scent of my own juices soaking me and the window filling my nostrils pushed me over the edge. More loads from my clit coated the carpet under me, as well as Andrew's stroking hand.
It was too much. I looked out over the city lights, a city that could probably see a little crossdressing slut in the window of a hotel laying in her own spunk after being taken like the bitch she was, and just rested. Andrew pulled out of me and went back to the bed.
I flipped around and just sat, my balls laying in pools of cum. This was the first chance I had gotten to reflect on the events of the night. I looked down at my sore and twitching penis and my cum stained body and decided that tonight had been a success, and that I should probably head out.
I got up and, trying not to fall thanks to my raw ass and weak knees, made my way to the bathroom and ran a bath.
After cleaning up I got my wig back on, bits of cum still in it. 'I need to find out how to clean this,' I thought. I also put some makeup back on. Despite just ingesting a lot of his cum, I didn't want Andrew getting a good idea of what my face really looked like.
Dressed in the skirt and blouse I arrived in, with my cum covered lingerie in a bag in my purse, I went up to the bed and told Andrew that I was leaving. He looked up and said, "Please wait a minute." He got up and jotted something down on a piece of paper, his now-flaccid organ swaying as he did. "This is my number. Get in touch with me and next time I'm in the city we can do this again," he said, with that mischievous smile on his lips.
"Will do," I mumbled, trying to suppress a smile of my own. With that I left the room and the hotel altogether.
I hadn't changed into my boy clothes before I left and on the walk back to my dorm I was getting stares from all the drunken guys leaving the bars. At this time of the night, or morning depending on how you looked at it, the only guys still out were those who went out looking for something and hadn't found it yet.
I passed this one guy coming out of a bar who noticed me and called out, "Hey, sexy. You looking for a good time?" I looked back at the guy, a young white stud who could barely stand, and decided in my cum-high that his was good looking enough.
"Sure. Why not?" I said and took his hand. I lead him to the ally beside the bar and got down on my knees.
I undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his boxers down. His dick was already hard and I started sucking. "Holy shit, bitch. You're eager, aren't you?" I didn't want to talk to him, I just wanted his seed in my mouth.
I was startled to feel his hands on the back of my head pushing me down further onto his meat, which was smaller than Andrew's. In fact it was close to my size, though it was still bigger than my clit.
Gaging on his shaft I knew I couldn't do this for long. Someone could walk by, not to mention the difficulty I was having breathing with his penis down my throat. I grabbed his balls and began to massage and doubled my efforts on the cock. Moving quickly I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to clean the whole organ.
The guy couldn't take it and started to thrust into my face. "Sh- shit, girl. You're a re- real slut, you know that?"
I moaned into the guy's pelvis and that seemed to push him over the edge. Hot streams of his seed shot from his dick and into my eager mouth. I swallowed all of it, not letting one drop go. It tasted like alcohol.
With that I got up and left quickly, before the guy came to his senses. I was able to leave him dumb in the ally as I got back to my dorm. I was lucky that my roommates were out for the weekend. I did not want to explain to them why I was in drag at 2 in the morning.
With that my first cross dressing experience ended. But, unlike what I originally planned, it was not my last.
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Where to begin? It is never easy to know where to start with a confession. The easiest place to start is at La Rue - a tiny little dive of a club just a couple of blocks from my hotel in Paris. I had only been in Paris a couple of hours. I was extremely jet lagged but only had a few days to make the best of it. I was just through a vey rough break up. I was already scheduled to be in Europe for several work conferences, when the opportunity arose for a few days layover in Paris to forget my troubles, I took it. And I was not about to waste a minute of it sitting around the hotel.
I had been in La Rue about 45 minutes when I spotted her looking at me. I did not speak a word of French and was completely unsure how to proceed. She was captivating, back in the shadows, her dark sleeveless top revealing the luscious curve of her beautiful breasts. A black and white vertical striped mini skirt. The stripes thick and bold and wonderfully complimenting the taper of her legs. Her right arm was about 80% covered in tattoos, not a true sleeve but a riotous collection of symmetry from her wrist to her shoulder, waves and lanterns and things that should never match somehow tied together in a harmony that was uniquely hers.
Her hair was dark and short, parted on the left in a boy cut, framing a round face, dark high pinstripe eye brows, the light was too dark to make out the color of her eyes, but the intense smolder of her gaze was clear. Her long straight nose leading down to full pouty lips, dark red Gothic lipstick and a sardonic twist to the left side of her mouth, giving the distinct impression she had every intention of eating me. I felt like prey in her gaze. Waiting, being stalked and knowing there was no escape, and knowing I did not want to escape.
The music changed - the tempo shifted the crowed flooded the dance floor, I lost sight of her. I sat nursing my beer, scanning the room trying to spot where she had gone when I felt a breath on the back of my neck and something whispered in French in my ear. It startled me so badly I almost jumped out of my seat. She was standing there - much taller then I would have guessed, standing over 6 feet I would guess. I stand only five four, she absolutely towered over me. She was proffering a bottle of absinth and two glasses. I did not know how to respond, I hoped the club was dark enough to hide the raging erection I suddenly sprouted when I found her towering above me. Her breasts larger then I first realized, her long tapered legs curving up into slim muscular hips . Her grey eyes smoldering - her gaze sliding down my body coming to rest on my lap and then jumping back to my face with an absolute carnal hunger filling her face.
She stopped asking and invited herself to sit. She set my beer aside and poured two glasses, where the sugar and cold water materialized from I could not say. She must have had a cocktail waitress follow her out, but I never noticed them. She handed me my drink her hand falling to my thigh as she leaned in to toast - what? I have no Idea, but I toasted with her and tossed back my drink. It was much stronger then I was prepared for, I knew absinths repute but I had never before experienced it first hand.
She poured round two, this time when I took it she let her hand drop right to my erect cock. She said something with a giggle and a smile as she threw back her second glass. I had the distinct impression she was mocking me, but I did not want her to leave and did not want to fall behind so I smiled (quite stupidly I am sure) and threw back my drink as well. This seemed to excite her as she poured round three. I barley had a chance to get the glass down before she grabbed me by my erection and dragged me onto the dance floor. The beat was thumbing and kind of fast but the floor was crowded and she pulled me in close, pressing my face into her breasts and laughing like a victor.
My hands slid around her back, she stroked my head and murmured something as my hands slid over her muscular back and down to her tight ass. She was much stronger then I originally thought, she was obviously in good shape, but she was in better shape then I had suspected. She pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. Then her hand took me by the back of my head, managing a hold on my short hair, and bent me back, her fierce eyes captured me for a moment before she leaned down, almost close enough to kiss. Once again I desperately felt like I was being stalked - and I desperately needed her to kiss me. Thats what was happening, I was not kissing her, she was taking what she wanted, when she wanted. She finished her descent her hot mouth capturing mine, Her tongue forcing my lips apart and invading me. Forcing my jaw open, when she broke off I felt strangely violated and desperately empty.
With a devilish grin and a maniacal giggle she grabbed me by the hand, snatched the half finish bottle off of the table and led me out the door. The cool air outside hit me and I realized just how drunk I was. It sobered me slightly as she looked at me and asked "hotel"? that simple word revealed just how broken her english was - and I started thinking this may not be a good idea. Things were going to easily. She was not dissuaded by my hesitance. She turned towards my hotel and started leading me in that direction. I wanted to ask how she new, but really it was obvious. I was foreign and this was the only hotel in the area. At least the only one likely to have a tourist.
We got to my room, again I hesitated at the door, realizing just how vulnerable I was. It was late, no one of note saw us together, I was exhausted, and I had realized just how much stronger then I she was. She spun me around so my back was to the door, she leaned in trapping me. Her mouth closed over mine, her tongue forcing its way in again. My body failed me collapsing the rest of the way into the door. She snatched the key away, slid the card in the lock, and opened the door. If not for her hold on me I would have fallen backwards onto the floor. She pushed me the rest of the way into the room, closed and locked the door shoved me backwards into the sofa, and just to show me how easy it was for her she then set the bottle on the table. She manhandled me and the room and still had a free hand to hold the bottle.
I knew I was trapped - I also knew I did not want to scape. She casually strolled towards me, placing a foot on each side of me. Her skirt was slightly lifted revealing more thigh and driving me absolutely crazy. My cock was throbbing with the excitement, I could feel my pre cum cold in my underwear. I had a desperate need to touch her. I started to sit forward. She stopped me with a fingertip to my lips. Her hands took her shirt and swept it over her head, revealing her full, braless, gravity defying breasts. I was sure they had to be fake though I could not see a scare and they certainly felt real when she had held my head pressed into them. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed me by the hair again pulling my face into her taught stomach. My hands reflexively came up and caught her by the outside of her thighs, my fingers curving around and feeling the muscles of her ass flex and tense as she pulled me in tighter. She started speaking again in French, I had no idea what she was saying as her right hand slid between my left hand and my face. Her hand slid down to the hem of her skirt as she held me firmly in place. Her smoldering grey eyes holding me as surely as her grip as she murmured to me in French.
I was unsure of her hesitation at this point, I was completely captured by her, it was as if the predator was playing with her dinner. I was eager to please. Her right hand slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt as her left hand pulled my head back and down. I suddenly smelt the musk of a male. I thought I must have cum through my pants and not realized it, until I felt her bulge through her panties press against my cheek. My shoulders tensed and I tried to push back as her left hand held my face firmly in her crotch. She continued to coo soothingly in French (she? was I still thinking of her that way) and her right hand pulled her lacy panties aside releasing the biggest cock I had ever seen. She was easily over eight inches and she was not even hard yet.
Her left hand held me firmly to the left side of her crotch, I realized I had been smelling her musk. I tried futilely to push back. I looked up to beg her no, that's when I could see the absolute heat and desire in her eyes as her cock slowly stiffened and drifted up the left side of my face. I stopped struggling, and I saw her realization of victory in her eyes. Her speech changed - the tempo, the rhythm. I knew she had stopped whispering reassurances - no, now she was giving directions. And while I could not understand a word she was saying I knew I would end up obeying.
My cock was absolutely desperate to get out of the cage my clothes had become. My hands were once again wrapped around the curves of her ass, not holding her to me, but not trying to push her away either. Her hands still held me firmly in place though there was no struggle to do so now. Her musk filled my nose, pressed deeply into her crown of red brown pubic hair. Her Goth look was obviously helped with a dye job, somehow that realization turned me on even more. I could feel her mostly erect cock all along the left side of my face, well passed my ear. Her balls had drawn up some and were pressing on my chin. Some how they seemed like the least threatening place to start. My hands cupped her ass lifting slightly as I lowered my face a few inches. She allowed me to slip down, my lips parted. I could feel the warmth of her flesh and I found myself desperately needing to fill my mouth with it. I could taste the saltiness of her skin, and the maleness of her musk.
She tilted my head back slightly, my mouth full of balls I looked up into her heat filled eyes, my gaze licking over her gorgeous breasts with their big stiff nipples. I wanted those nipples. I allowed her nut to slide out of my mouth I tried to rise up, but she held me firmly in place. I could still feel her thick cock against my left cheek. Her grip on my hair firmed as she drew her hips back. Her cock sliding against my face. I knew she was about to force feed me that monster - and I could tell she was not fully erect yet. As her head slide past my ear and glided over my cheek to my chin I looked up in her eyes and pleaded no. She just laughed, I tried to tell her I could never take that much, but before the words passed over my lips she was already forcing her thick head between them, stilling my tongue as her cock pressed it into the bottom of my mouth.
I tried desperately to escape backwards, this only amused her. I quickly ran out of couch to back up on. She had her knees on both sides of me her hands firmly on the top of my head and was thrusting powerfully into my mouth. She would pull her head back almost to my teeth. I could taste her pre cum sliding over my tongue as she thrust forward again. her cock was fully hard now - splitting my jaw. Each time her head forced itself into the back of my throat it made me gag. About her 5th or 6th thrust in this position was more then my body could handle. My body completely betrayed me and I went into a mind blowing orgasm from having this powerful woman rape my mouth. All of the tension went out of me as my body shock, I found my hands desperately clingy to her ass as she continued to thrust about a 3rd of her cock in and out of my mouth.
Once my trembling stopped, she titled my head back about mid thrust. She had maybe half of her cock in my mouth, my gag reflex was temporarily subdued. She had absolute victory in her eyes. She slowly withdrew her cock and finished stripping down. She took me by the hand and lead me towards the bed. She quickly stripped me pushed me onto my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. She moved around to straddle my face. Her right hand came up to cover her mouth and her left one pointed at my spent cum covered cock as she spoke. I have no idea what she said, but I am sure it was something like "how pathetic that little thing is, all spent, and we are just getting started."
She took a step forward I reached up to try and stroke her off, but she snatched my hands aways pined them down on the bed and lowered her thick hard cock down to my mouth. I wanted to turn away, but I NEEDED to have my throat fucked again. My mouth opened even though I was thinking "no, stop don't let her do this". Her warm cock quickly filled my mouth with the taste of her flesh and her pre cum. I found myself desperately trying to accommodate that big thick cock and needing to know what her load tasted like. I could see her balls drawn tight up against her body and I was sure I would soon know, but she just kept thrusting away at my face. My gag reflex had not yet returned but I still could not manage more then about half of her cock. I could feel her thick head desperately trying to stretch my throat open, and all I could think was "god please let her cum soon, I NEED her cum.
After what seemed an eternity of having my face violently fucked her tempo changed, she stopped pining my hands down and shifted her position a bit. I could tell she was getting ready to cum. My mouth tightened hungrily around her cock. I was finally going to get what I NEEDED! She thrust a couple of more times and I felt her climax build. Thrust, thrust, thrust, suddenly the taste I had been craving. I hungrily sucked her cum down as she pulled her hard spurting cock out of my mouth. I felt robbed and violated all at the same time as she continued to shoot thick streams of warm cum over my face and chest. I lost count after 8 - 8, plus the two that had gone mostly in my mouth. My eyes were glued shut with thick jets of her cooling cum. As I lay there feeling violated and strangely satisfied all at once I noticed my own little cock desperately needed relief.
I reached down to service myself, but she pulled my hand away as she repositioned me on the bed and slipped in beside me. She did not speak, but her meaning was clear. I was her's; I was her's, and she was not finished yet. I had to be satisfied with the hungry cum covered kiss she gave me, and what little of her I could manage to lick off of my face as she held me there and let the rest of her spunk cool and dry on my skin.
I had to be satisfied waiting for her pleasure, but I wasn't satisfied. I was confused, aroused, ashamed - and extremely turned on. She had me pinned on my right side, her left arm over me and still holding my wrist. I could feel her soft full breasts pressed into my back, my head pillowed on her right arm. Being spooned, but I had never been spooned like this. I was so turned on my cock ached with the pleasure. I could feel her taught belly against my lower back, her cock laying against my ass. I tried not to think about her cock against my ass. The fact I really liked her cock against my ass. What it would mean when she fucked me, it was obvious she was going to fuck me. I had held women like this before, waiting for round two. I could not stop anticipating round two.
Being held there, trapped under her arm, was driving me crazy. I tried not to think about it but I could feel her cock against my ass. I tried not to move, any little shift sent sensations of longing through my body. After the fucking she had giving my mouth I found it hard to believe she would be ready before morning. I could not wait that long. I was about to explode with desire. I tried to reach down and stroke my cock, but her hand just tightened on my wrist. Her hips shifted I could feel her cock pressed more firmly against my ass. My hips rocked with desire. I could feel her cock begin to stiffen.
I could feel her cock begin to stiffen and it drove me crazy with desire and ashamed with guilt all at the same time. Desire feeling her big cock back there and guilt knowing that I desperately wanted what she would do with it. She pulled my left arm towards my chest, her hand released my wrist but continued to trap my arm as her hand snaked up to my neck. I stiffened as her fingers closed around my neck pulling me tighter into her grip, her erection pressing hard into my backside. She whispered into my ear "girl" - I was unsure if she was calling me one or telling me I was about to be one. It didn't matter, I had pushed her for this provoked it - and now it scared the hell out of me.
I tried to wrestle free but she just laughed as she rolled me onto my stomach. rolling with me giving me no chance to escape. Her right arm sliding out from under my head her left one tight on my neck, pulling me towards her, arching my back. I felt her left foot press between my legs, I thought about trying to keep them closed, but I had mounted plenty of women with their legs together - it wouldn't stop her. The only difference was they had been willing. I was not, was I? She pressed my legs apart I felt her shift onto her knees, and she laid more heavily on my back, her left hand still holding my throat. Her right hand slid under my stomach, brushing my cock as she pulled my hips up arching my back. "Girl" she whispered again, no a said. But it was useless. She was declaring her intent to rape me into one. My breath caught ,my body trembled, and my cock ached when I felt her cock head slip between my cheeks and press against my ass.
Her weight shifted and there was suddenly a sharp firm pressure demanding to fill me. I tried to squirm but her grip tightened on my throat, her other hand pulled my body back against her hard cock. The pressure on my ass increased and my cock absolutely ached for release. A tremor started at my hips and traveled through my body as it surrendered to her demands. It was incredible, having someone beautiful on top of my back pushing deep inside me. I moaned into the pillow, her hand released my neck and hooked over my shoulder, her right slid up my body and did the same. She started to gently thrust deeper inside me, pressing my face into the pillow which had become soaked with my tears. Each thrust brought another moan from deep inside me. A moan being muffled by the pillow her weight was forcing my face into.
Her tempo shifted, she started thrusting more firmly, more quickly. My body trembled and my cock unloaded - it wasn't an orgasm, it was more like a gallon of pre-cum drained out. I could feel my hard cock sliding back and fourth against the cum covered sheets, it was finally getting the attention it so desperately craved. It did not take long at all until my body was gripped in orgasm. She used the distraction this caused me to push deeper inside me. I knew she could only be in me about half way, but it felt like she had rammed a mile of cock up my ass. I slide my arms up to the top of the bed so I could brace myself and push back against her thrusting hips. Her hands clamped down hard on my shoulders and I felt her start to orgasm - then I felt her load deep inside me. I could feel each jet as she came deep in my ass. I knew the load she was leaving back there was at least as thick and heavy as the one that had dried on my face.
I felt her body shudder its last, still she did not withdraw. She just collapsed on top of me her cock going limp in my ass. My body pressed down under hers my legs sprawled apart, my cock and stomach coated in my cooling cum. I knew this was only just starting...
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One day on the Covenant Flagship *Persistant Journey,* Commander Nessus 'Artumee was making a daily inspection of the ship. but something didn't feel right. Nessus knew that today was the Sengheili Mating Season and everyone on board was stiff like a rock. but that wasn't what was bothering him...it was something else, like a feeling or the way it was quiet on board the ship...No it was much more then that, and Nessus had a feeling he was about to find out later through the day.
Nessus was making his way towards the Armory when he bumped into an Elite Spec Ops named Mano 'Kekamee.
"Sorry about that commander" Mano said with an embarrased tone in his voice.
"It's quite alright Mano, how's your daily inspection going so far?" replied Nessus while trying not to look down and his fellow Elite.
Then Mano replied, "It's been going great, Engines running smoothly, Shields and Weapons at 100% and the crews work speed has doubled."
"Good," replied Nessus, "Well, I have to be getting back to my inspection."
"Alright Commander." and with a nod of Manos' head, they both continued there inspections.
Nessus felt weird being surrounded by Elites with different sized cocks, but didn't want to show his feelings to the others, so he set his feelings aside and continued for about an hour with his inspection before getting back to the bridge.
sometime after Nessus got back to the ship, he recieved a message from Mano saying that he wanted him to come to the Armory.
So Nessus walked over to the Armory, only to find it empty. He started to look for Mano when something hit him in the head, knocking him out. When he woke up, Nessus saw Mano without his armor. Nessus tried to say something but found that he was gagged, when Nessus tried moving, he noticed that he was bound to the floor. Nessus also noticed the Armory door locked along with armor strune about the Armory floor, but it wasn't Manos', it was Nessus's armor that was on the floor.
when Nessus finaly looked back at Mano, he noticed his 7 inch cock erected. When Nessus saw Manos' cock, he knew what was gonna happen, so he started panicing and struggleing to break free...but his efforts were futile as Mano began to speak to Nessus.
"I'm deeply sorry for this Commander, but it's Mating season...I hope you understand." as Mano finished talking, he got down on his knees, with erect cock in one hand and began to insert it into Nessus struggleing and sweat soaked anus. At that point, Nessus shut his eyes tight as Mano began to thrust slowly inside him, groaning at the pain of each thrust...but after the fifth thrust, Nessus began to enjoy Manos' rythmic thrusts and even began to moan with pleasure.
Nessus forced one of his eyes to open a little bit and saw a smile on Manos' face as Nessus continued to moan after each thrust. Then Mano arced his head back a little bit and closed his eyes as his thrusts began to become faster untill Nessus could feel Manos' semen hit the back of his anus as Mano moaned with pleasure.
Mano took his semen drenched cock out, bringing a trail of cum out of Nessus anus and then unhooked and ungagged Nessus.
Nessus sat up and leaned towards Mano, with his cum drenched cock and licked off the semen from his still erect penis and then started to bob up and down his shaft, tongue exploreing Manos' cock as Mano started moaning as Nessus came back up his cock and then back down, repeating this process untill Mano blew his sticky load into Nessus mouth.
Nessus was then turned over and felt Manos' wet cock penetrate Nessus anus once more. With Nessus driping cum from his anus and mouth, both Nessus and Mano started Moaning and groaning at the feel of wet cock thrusting and making wet slapping sounds.
Mano thrusted for 1 minute before turning Nessus back over and starting thrusting his mouth up an down his cock. Mano stopped for second to lick the pre cum from his lips and began to continue with his rythmic thrusting.
"I'm..wet slap..about..wet slap..to cum" moaned Nessus.
Mano stopped to reply back, "Same here."
Mano then stoped, turned around and was now in the 69 position, they both started bobbing there heads as some pre cum leaked from there mouths untill they both erupted in eachothers mouths with a sattisfieing moan as Nessus took Manos' cock by the hand and then licked cum from his throbbing shaft while fingered Mano with his free hand.
as both Elites lay on the floor, drenched in semen and moaning with pleasure, Mano turned toward Nessus and said, "That was the best mating i've ever had."
"Me two" replied Nessus, who was licking the last of the semen off of his hands.
They both then got there armor back on and then left the armory with smiles on there faces. But as Nessus walked down the hall back to the bridge, he started thinking about the great sex they both had and wondered what other species would be like...He smiled at the thought.
*To Be Continued*
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MONDAY
When John woke up on Monday morning, his head was pounding. The effects of another late night of drinking and sex had taken their toll, and he was really feeling it. Despite his exhaustion, however, John smiled to himself as he looked at the beautiful face of the girl lying asleep next to him.
He had met Hannah the previous evening at a networking event for the new freshers and had instantly wanted to get with her. It didn't take long for John's wishes to come true and the two of them had spent the rest of the night gleefully fucking in her room.
John glanced at the clock by Hannah's bed: it was just after 9am. He'd never been sure what the gentlemanly thing to do in these situations was - should he leave now and avoid any embarrassment, or should he wait for Hannah to wake up in the hope that they might have sex again?
He thought through his options for a few minutes before his decision was made for him as Hannah stirred and open her eyes.
"Hey," John said gently.
"Morning," said Hannah, rubbing her eyes as she came to her senses.
"How are you feeling?" John asked, now very much hoping that she was up for some more fun.
"Tired", Hannah replied after a pause.
She sat up in the bed and hastily covered her breasts with the duvet, seemingly embarrassed to be naked in front of him.
John's heart sank - Hannah was not giving off the vibe of someone wanting to have sex any time soon. That said, he really wasn't feeling great himself so maybe this was for the best.
"Thanks for last night," he said and he got up off the bed and rooted round on the floor for his clothes, his erection standing proud.
Hannah smiled as she saw it.
"Ditto," she replied, sensing his awkwardness. "I hope we can meet up again."
"Me too," John said as he picked up his boxers and put them on.
He dressed in silence, with Hannah watching him all the while. He was delighted that she seemed genuinely keen to hook up again, but he was desperate to leave quickly given the air of tension that hung in the room.
Once dressed, he made a move for the door but retreated back into the room. He bent down to Hannah, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, and kissed her gently.
"I mean it. You were incredible. Let's definitely do this again."
Hannah said nothing but relaxed at John's compliment. He smiled back at her, opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway.
As the door shut behind him, John started to think about what a great time he'd had with Hannah - though she'd been shy at first, her performance in the bedroom had been quite the opposite. He considered himself lucky to have been with someone so sexy and so beautiful.
He left Hannah's block and started heading towards his own when he looked up and saw Hayley walking towards him. He'd met Hayley on his first day and flirted with her, and then last night at the "speed dating" event she had made very clear that she was willing to take things further. Until he'd hooked up with Hannah, John had been disappointed to see Hayley heading off with some other guy.
"Morning," she said confidentally as she noticed him. "Another good night for you then?"
"Ummm, yeah," John replied, noticing that Hayley was in the same dress he'd been admiring her in last night. "And you?"
"Not bad; could have been better," she stated as if she was grading the guy she'd spent the night with. "Anyone I'd know?"
John suddenly remembered that Hannah was in the room next door to Hayley's.
"Don't think so," he said, wanting to spare Hannah the interrogation he was sure Hayley would administer to her neighbour if she knew.
"Cool. Well, glad you had fun. Come say hi sometime."
And with that, Hayley breezed past John in the direction he'd come from. John looked back at her and admired her killer figure through her short dress. He'd certainly be taking her up on her offer when he felt up to it. For now, he trudged wearily back to his room and went straight to bed, hoping to shake off his hangover.
He slept badly but did manage to get some rest. He was woken several hours later by a knock at the door.
"Hi, John," said a cheery voice as he opened the door.
It was Simon - the over-enthusiastic guy who lived in the room across from his.
"Just wanted to let you know that we're going to have a bit of a party out in our hallway here tonight before everyone goes off to the club night in the main bar," he continued.
John ears pricked up. He had forgotten that the halls' bar was hosting a music and dance thing that evening. In his quest to sleep around as much as possible in freshers' week, this would clearly be his next opportunity to hook up.
"See you out here at 7?" Simon said, interupting John's thoughts.
"Sure, see you then," John replied.
He closed the door and stepped back into his bedroom. He heard his phone buzz and went to pick it up.
It was a text from Alex, the hot girl he'd slept with on Saturday night.
"Hey. Hope you've been having a good time. Going to that club thing tonight? Would be good to see you again xxx," it read.
John put his phone down and pondered his reply. He didn't want to look too keen - Alex, like Hannah, had been amazing in bed, but John was hoping to find someone new tonight to continue his sexual adventures. He really didn't want to look like he was up for anything like a relationship at this stage.
That said, Alex had been fantastic and had given him the most exquisite blowjob he'd ever received - he could do a lot worse than get with her again. And what if he blew her off now only to fail to pick up another girl later?
After mulling it over for a few minutes, he settled on a friendly but non-committal reply: "Sure. See you there."
Relieved that this was done, John got some food and wasted away the rest of the afternoon playing on his computer, interupted only by a call from his mum who was checking his week was going well. He grined widely as she asked him if he'd met anyone nice but brushed her off with generic responses.
In what felt like no time at all, it was early evening and John could here the other students in his block gathering for food and drink. By this time, he was feeling recovered and ready to go again.
Just after 7pm, John stepped outside his room and was greeted by the sight of a dozen or so of his fellow freshers who were laying out snacks and pizza and pouring drinks. He felt guilty that he hadn't brought anything along, so tried to be helpful in setting everything up.
As he did so, John was pleased to notice that Clare - the gorgeous girl who lived in the room above his - was there and dressed to kill once more. Her bottle green dress came down to just above her knees, again showing off her smooth, slender legs. It's neckline plunged down almost to the bottom of her small tits, and her matching heels meant she was now the same sort of height as John. She smiled as she saw him looking at her.
The students sat down in a circle and began eating, drinking and talking. John was opposite Clare and the two of them made idle chit-chat. Even when they weren't talking, John couldn't resist looking over at her, and she seemed to be doing the same thing.
After half an hour or more of making eyes at each other, Clare surprised John by getting up from the circle and making her way towards the tiny kitchenette adjacent to his bedroom.
"John, come give me a hand making more punch," she called back to him over the rest of the group, who were all distracted by conversations of their own.
Saying nothing, John obediently got up and joined her, delighted at the opportunity to spend some time alone with Clare. The kitchen was only just big enough for two people to cook in. John squeezed inside and closed the door.
"So, how much more punch are we making?" he asked, once again admiring her figure from behind.
Clare spun around to face him. They were only a few inches apart.
"I guess if I don't get things going, nothing will ever happen between us," she said softly.
Before John could think about this any further, she pulled him towards her and kissed him passionately. He responded in kind, cupping the back of her head with his hand as they made out.
As they exchanged the taste of alcohol between their lips, John felt the rapid reappearance of his erect penis pushing against the fabric of his jeans. He was delighted that something had finally happened with Clare and all the more thrilled that his plans for the evening had already borne fruit.
She was a great kisser, and they continued making out for several minutes. But Clare wanted more.
Silently, she pushed John back against the kitchen door and pulled away from their kiss. Staring right into his eyes, she reached down to unbuckle his trousers and pulled them down far enough to release his cock from the confines of his boxer shorts.
She didn't break her gaze one bit as she started vigorously wanking him with her right hand, soon reaching a pace that let John know he wouldn't last for long.
His breathing got faster. He gazed back into her beautiful brown eyes. She had a look of incredible intensity on her face and John admired the way she was so quickly in complete control of the situation - and of him.
They continued like that for a couple of minutes, their eyes fixed on one another as Clare pumped John's cock harder and faster.
It wasn't long before John felt his release rising inside him. He was about to warn Clare but, sensing his orgasm was imminent, she slid down onto her knees and stuck his engorged cock straight into her mouth.
This was too much for John. After just a few seconds of Clare sucking on him, he closed his eyes and with a loud grunt fired his creamy load into her waiting mouth.
Clare, who had kept her gaze on John the whole time, waited for a moment before pulling back and standing up. John saw her swallow his cum.
"Wow," was all he could muster.
Clare smiled then readjusted her dress and made a move away from him. John badly wanted to keep things going and reciprocate.
"I don't think we're done yet," he said, taking Clare's hand in his own.
"We're supposed to be making punch, silly," she replied. "You can do me later."
John was disappointed but obeyed, and they began getting things out to mix more booze for everyone. Clare's decision to pause their foreplay was backed up within a minute as Simon banged on the door.
"You guys need any help in there?" he called.
Assuring him they didn't, they silently went about their work and produced another bowl of punch before returning to the group.
Despite being delighted that he and Clare had finally got together, John was annoyed that it had been so brief. The tension between them had evaporated as they joined their fellow freshers in more drinking and eating, but all John could think about was how masterfully Clare had handled him and how much he wanted to get her naked and return the favour. He was at least now confident that they'd be spending the night together.
By around 10pm, there was a collective decision to head over to the bar to join the club night. John made sure that he walked over with Clare - he wasn't going to let her out of his sight this time.
They reached the bar, which was only a few minutes walk away, and found it was already busy. The larger function room off the bar was packed with students dancing to a DJ set but the bar itself was quieter and there was some space to sit down.
When John offered Clare a drink, she beamed.
"I thought you'd never ask," she purred.
Taking careful note of where she went to sit down on the other side of the room, he joined the short queue for the bar. Looking around, there were plenty of students that John didn't recognise and he assumed that not all of them were freshers and some had come from other halls.
He was almost at the front of the queue when he was tapped on the shoulder. John spun round and was greeted by the sight of Alex, his hookup from Saturday night. She was wearing a red dress that seemed to hug her body even tighter than the one she had been wearing 48 hours ago. Her perky boobs looked ready to burst out of it.
"Hey stranger!" John greeted her, determined that things wouldn't be awkward.
John could tell that Alex was already pretty drunk. This was confirmed when she leaned up to him and planted a wet kiss on his cheek, very close to his mouth. He could smell the alcohol on her.
"Thanks for Saturday night," she said, slurring her words slightly. "If you fancy coming back to mine later..."
"Sounds good," John replied carefully.
He had no real intention of being with Alex that night, but he certainly didn't want to close off the possibility of sleeping with her again soon.
Reaching the front of the queue, John ordered a beer for himself and a vodka for Clare. As the barman got the drinks, he turned back to Alex.
"I'm just having a drink with a friend. Catch you later in there later?" he said, gesturing towards the dancefloor in the adjacent room.
"Sure," Alex replied with a cute smile, before heading into the room.
John felt guilty for lying to her, but he had a plan and he wanted to at least try to stick to it. She seemed sufficiently tipsy that he was confident she'd probably forget the whole thing by the time the night was through.
When he returned to Clare, he found her chatting with two girls he didn't recognise. As he handed Clare her drink, she introduced them.
"Thanks! These are my school friends Connie and Helen. Girls, this is John - he lives on my block."
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. John quickly felt like they were getting in the way of his time with Clare but he made an effort to be as friendly as possible. It became rapidly apparent, however, that they weren't about to leave.
The conversation dragged on. John finished his beer and went to the bar to get another one. Clare must have sensed his mood and she mouthed "sorry" to him as he looked back at her across the bar.
By the time John returned with another beer, he couldn't face hearing yet more stories about their school days and so began chatting to the others from his block who were standing around and drinking near to Clare and her friends. They were a nice bunch but John found himself feeling growingly frustrated at the situation - though he'd been impressed and really turned on by Clare's desire to take control before, he was now feeling resentful of the way she didn't seem interested in spending more time together.
Richard - one of the guys whose room was near John's - suggested that a group of them went to dance. John hesitated for a moment but, seeing Clare deep in conversation with her friends, soon decided to leave her for the time being. He did however make sure she saw him leave and said he'd be back later.
The dancefloor was busy and warm. John didn't much like dancing but - a few beers down - he was willing to have a go. A group of seven or eight of them found some space and began dancing awkwardly to the loud music in a small circle. Bodies were packed in closely and John kept bumping into the guy behind him, to their mutual irritation.
John did his best but soon started to feel bored - and he still couldn't shake the irritation he felt at Clare's flakiness. He wandered back to the bar to get another drink - as he downed a tequilla shot, he noticed she was still there talking to Connie and Helen, and sighed.
Returning to the dancefloor, John tried to make his way through the crowd back to his group, but struggled to get past the mass of sweaty bodies bouncing along to the pounding beat. Feeling more and more inebriated, he stopped in the middle of the dancefloor and began dancing amongst the strangers he found around him.
One girl in particular caught his eye. He struggled to make her out properly in the low light, but he could tell she was short and skinny, with her dark, wavy hair coming down to just below her shoulders. She was wearing a very short denim skirt, which must have only just covered her bum, and a loose fitting, sleeveless top that left her flat stomach exposed.
The girl was dancing near John, and it looked to him that she wasn't with anyone else either. He bobbed up and down to the music unthinkingly, instead focusing on his new dancing companion. She turned to look at him and shot him a wicked smile.
John smiled back and, as they danced more closely, he studied her face in the flashng lights. Her skin was very pale and she had a cute little nose and gleaming white teeth. The wild grin she had on her face immediately enticed him.
Without warning or a single word being exchanged between them, the girl began dancing right up close to John so their bodies were touching. Soon she turned her back to him and began grinding her arse up and down him, to the visible shock of a couple of those dancing near them.
John didn't care. Not being one to say no to a hot girl, he joined in, taking her skinny waist in his hands and swaying with her as she pushed harder and harder against him. It didn't take long for John's cock to get very hard - something which the girl clearly noticed too as her Cheshire Cat smile grew even wider.
They continued like this for a couple of minutes until it felt like they were both going to get off from all the grinding. To anyone standing around, it must have looked like they were practically fucking in the middle of the dancefloor.
John was incredibly turned on and even more so when the girl leaned her head back into him and whispered in his ear, "Let's go fuck!"
Considering he'd only set eyes on her a few minutes earlier, John should have been surprised by this, but the slutiness she had shown so far meant he was already fantasising about the sex they'd inevitably be having soon.
He took her by the hand and lead her through the dancing crowds and the disapproving glances of a couple of girls who were standing nearby.
As they left the dancefloor, John heard a guy's voice saying, "Oh look. Tilda's preying on freshers already."
So her name was Tilda. John didn't really care, but it amazed him that he was about to fuck this girl and had only just learnt her name.
When they got back through to the bar room, John briefly remembered that Clare was still there with her friends. Noticing them on the other side of the room, he found a route that avoided Clare seeing him and his new fuckbuddy.
Once outside, they practically sprinted towards John's room, such was their mutual lust. But, unable to wait, Tilda stopped outside the block adjacent to John's and led him behind a tall bush near to the doorway.
"I want your cock now," she said as she dropped to her knees and hurriedly pulled his trousers down around his ankles. "Oh yes, it's even bigger than it felt," she added as she took it out of his boxers.
And with that, she devoured it in one. John groaned as he had his cock in a girl's mouth for the second time in just a few hours. Gone was the sensual technique of Alex and Hannah; Tilda was focused solely on getting John to cum as quickly as possible and she gave him the wettest, nastiest blowjob he'd ever had.
John's dick was as hard as steel and he knew he'd be cumming very soon with the way Tilda was fucking him with her mouth. They could so easily have been seen or heard, but he didn't care. He wasn't thinking about anyone else - not Clare or Alex who he'd abandoned at the bar and certainly not any passers-by. He was only thinking about sex.
A couple more minutes of Tilda bobbing furiously up and down his cock and John was ready to explode.
"I'm about to cum," he said breathily.
At this, Tilda slid her mouth up his length until it popped out. She grined again and looked up at John lustfully.
He knew what she wanted and eagerly obliged. Taking his wet cock in his hand, he pumped it a few more times before unleashing his sticky load all over her face.
"Yum," said Tilda as she scooped up what she could before licking John's cock clean.
John was stunned at just how dirty she was, and, considering his last orgasm had been earlier that evening, he was pleased at the amount of cum he'd shot this time.
Tilda wasn't wasting any time reflecting. She wiped away the remaining cum from her face with the back of her hand.
"Take me to your room and fuck me hard," she directed as she stood up.
As he pulled his jeans back up, John prayed that he'd be able to fulfill her wishes and led her back to P Block.
As the door of John's room shut behind them, Tilda wasted no time in moving things forward. She turned back to John and pulled his shirt open to reveal his muscular chest. He could hear the sound of buttons hitting the floor but didn't care one bit.
John kicked off his shoes and socks, and together they removed his trousers and underwear so he stood before her completely naked. His cock, which hadn't had time to soften yet, stood proudly,
"Very nice," Tilda remarked as she eyed him up.
With that, she removed her pumps and turned away to resume grinding hard on John. He was beyond relieved that this seemed to be maintaining his erection.
Not wanting Tilda to miss out, John felt her up as she rubbed her firm arse against him. He reached around to feel her small tits through her top and was pleased to find she wasn't wearing a bra. But when he tried to feel under her skirt to finger her, she stopped him.
"I'm not interested in foreplay. I want that cock inside me right now," she announced.
John was happy to comply and he enthusiastically pulled up her top as she removed her skirt. They paused for a second, now both of them were naked.
Tilda's breasts were tiny, though John thought her pointy nipples were cute and would be good to suck on. Her body was in great shape, especially her bum and her legs, which were long despite her overall height. All in all, John felt like he'd hit the jackpot again.
Tilda took control once more and surprised John as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and they sloppily made out for a few seconds before John, holding her up, slipped his cock into her wet pussy.
"Oh yeah," purred Tilda.
John knew he would need physical as well as sexual stamina to keep things going in this position, and he began lifting Tilda up on his cock before easing her back down on to it, relieved that she was light enough that this wasn't too much of a strain.
For her part, Tilda eagerly bounced up and down on him. She had wrapped her arms around John's neck so she could pull herself up and was alternating between whispering dirty talk into his ear and kissing him as they fucked.
After a couple of minutes of this, John was starting to feel the strain. Tilda's behaviour to this point made him think she would be up for pretty much anything and he wanted to take this lead himself given that she'd very much been in control so far.
With his cock still inside her, he pushed Tilda against the nearby wall to remove some of the strain and resumed fucking her in earnest. Tilda looked surprised at first but soon resumed smiling. The wet sound of John's cock plunging in and out of her pussy filled the air.
"Oh yes. Fuck me harder, big boy!" she cried.
Using all he could muster John heeded her command, pushing her against the wall and ploughing her harder and harder. Tilda's pussy wasn't as tight as Alex or Hannah's but it was so wet and it felt incredible on his cock.
Tilda continued shouting like a porn star - John had never heard anything like it before, but it certainly seemed to be doing the job of keeping him hard after cumming so recently. He didn't expect he'd be so lucky next time so wanted to make it count.
In an attempt to preserve his stamina, he stopped fucking Tilda for a moment and carried her from where they'd been by the door into his bedroom. With Tilda's silky legs still wrapped around his midriff, he pushed his laptop and a pile of books off his desk and laid her down on it. He lifted her legs higher and began thrusting into her again, now in a position that allowed his entire length to slide inside her.
Tilda looked delighted and responded by pushing her hips up to meet each thrust. John's balls slapped against her arse.
Before long, Tilda was cumming. She leaned up to meet John's thrusting and urged him on.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me," she cried. "Oooooooh."
John felt her wet pussy convulsing around his cock as she climaxed. He stopped fucking her for a moment and let her ride it out, but the calm didn't last long.
"Don't stop!" she commanded. "Fuck me harder!"
Though almost exhausted from their exertions, he carried on plunging his rock-hard dick into her. She orgasmed again and again in quick succession. John had never met a girl with such incredible powers of stamina and sexual confidence as she continued to curse and swear her way through each thrust.
Eventually, he was almost spent but wanted to finish in the best way possible. Saying nothing, he pulled out of Tilda and carried her over to the edge of his bed, setting her down on her front. He stood at the end of the bed behind her and slipped his cock back into her for one more go.
Grabbing Tilda by her hips, he began relentlessly fucking her from behind, determined to match her exhortations with the sex she clearly wanted. She seemed taken aback by their role reversal as John took control but she was soon moaning loudly again and pushing herself back onto his cock.
John didn't let up. He lost all sense of time as he continued fucking her harder and harder. His own orgasm hit without warning and he fired his load into Tilda before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.
"My god," he whispered amid his panting. "That was incredible."
Tilda smiled but said nothing. She got up from the bed and went over to the door to retrieve her clothes before beginning to put them back on. John watched her as she dressed - she was a different kind of hot to the other girls he'd slept with that week, but he couldn't help but admire how sexually charged she'd been from the moment he'd set eyes on her on the dancefloor.
Once dressed, Tilda stood in the middle of the room and looked back at him.
"I know you must think I'm a compelte slut," she said calmly, "but I just really really needed that."
"Not at all," John said. "I really needed that too, and I'm so pleased we found each other."
"Good," she replied with a smile, "then I guess you won't mind doing this again tomorrow."
Before John could reply, she turned round and picked up some paper and a pen off his desk and began scribbling something down. Before long, she turned round and handed the paper to John.
"This is where you can find my room. I've got a class that finishes at 2pm so come at 2:30."
She wasn't asking him; she was telling him. John had no intention of saying no, and began to say so, but Tilda cut across him.
"If you're lucky, I might even let you fuck my arse."
John was struck dumb by this, and Tilda knew it. With that, she smiled again and breezed towards the door.
"See you tomorrow," she called as she opened it and left.
John looked at his clock: it wasn't yet midnight. He must have met Tilda no more than an hour ago and she had just left his room after amazing sex with the promise of more tomorrow, including anal. Freshers' week was going very well indeed.
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*Previously in Autumn Pt. 06: (To read Autumn's story from the start, read Parts 1, 4 and 6 first.)*
"Time for your initial bid, gentlemen. Please hand me your paper with your preferences in order." The Captain glanced at the bids and began arranging the captives in front of the proper bidder. "We can have another round if you wish, or we can end it here. Does anyone want to go on?" Silence. The men were far too eager for the next phase of the event to begin.
"All right. You may take your purchase and get better acquainted in your room for the rest of the evening. I would remind you of the rules we set up before the sale." He waved his hand toward the women. The first man took Asmara by the hand and headed for a door. The second man swept his arms under Huma and carried her off. She put her arms around his neck. They were kissing as they left the room.
Master watched from the side. There are few sights more arousing than seeing a naked woman in the control of a fully dressed man. Miriam, ever alert, walked behind him and began rubbing his shoulders.
The third buyer picked up a piece of the chain, attached it to Tahera's collar and led her to the side.
Farhah's temporary master picked her up and threw her over his right shoulder. His left arm snaked up between her legs, making her squirm and kick.
Miriam and the Master were alone in the room. "Excellent, Miriam. Only one thing could make it perfect."
"Yes, Master, I know." She walked to the stage and picked up a piece of the chain, wrapping one end lightly around her neck a couple of turns. Returning to him, she dropped her dress and handed him the end of the chain.
*48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 10: Autumn*
Late in the evening, Miriam patiently waited in the hall near the guest cabins for the women to emerge. Linda came out first, clad only in a towel. She was still damp from a shower. Autumn followed, wearing a large man's robe. "Meet in my room in about an hour. I'll have some food and we can talk about your evening."
When all four women were together, Miriam spoke. "I'll give you your chips privately, but Master is pleased. He is also giving you a week of free meals. I want to hear from each of you about your experience. First, the rules we set up before the auction were that, other than your mouth, you were not to be penetrated and that this was to be mutually pleasurable. Linda, tell me what happened with your guest."
"Yes, Miss. He told me to undress him with my teeth as much as possible. It took awhile, but when he was naked he said to kneel and take him in my mouth. I guess we were both turned on by the auction because he didn't last very long. Then, he put me on the bed and licked me. I was surprised that he would do that, but he was good and I came all over his face. He seemed a little embarrassed by that, but we laughed at it. We took a shower and then he just wanted to cuddle and spoon. Before the time was up, he wanted another blow job, I mean head, and that was it."
"Were any of you injured in any way?"
Autumn spoke up. "Miss, not really. He spanked me, but it was kind of playful. And I, uh, came on his other hand at the end."
"Rosemary?"
"Miss, I brought him off with my mouth on the bed. He said I could do myself if I wanted and went into the bathroom and took a shower. We watched TV the rest of the time. I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do!" Rosemary started crying, expecting the worst.
"No, no, you are fine, Rose. That's all he wanted. He had no complaint. He might not have understood the full meaning of the rule or didn't care. After men spurt, they get drowsy and lose interest pretty quickly. He gave you four chips, dear. That's as many as any of you got. Well done!" Rosemary smiled and wiped her tears.
"Abby? Your turn. Did your guest follow the rules?"
"I guess so, Miss Miriam. I know we have to do whatever they want. May I tell you about the strange part?"
"Yes, dear, tell me everything."
"Well, first, he put me on the bed and gave me the best massage ever. He hit every muscle. My face, my shoulders. It felt so good. He kept going back to my, uh, pussy. By the time he worked his way down my legs, I had an orgasm. Then, he asked if I knew why he chose me. I didn't know.
"He said I had the prettiest feet! He started rubbing and licking them. He got his tongue down between each toe. It was kinda gross, but it felt great. Then, he put my feet together and squirted all over them. I was so sleepy from the massage that I guess I dozed off for a while. He was gone when I woke up, so I took a bath and waited. I haven't seen him since."
"Wow. I didn't know he was a foot man. He gave you four chips though, so he was happy. All of you have pleased Master. In fact, he was so turned on by the auction that he dragged me back to his room. No rules! I didn't get much sleep." She smiled at Abby. "He didn't pay any attention to my feet, but he was very thorough with other places." Everyone giggled.
"You are all learning that everyone, especially men, has fantasies and fetishes. Some of them are very specific. I once knew a guy who only wanted to lick my navel. These gentlemen are all rich, so they can afford to play out their fantasies like other guys play golf. Of course, they usually leave their wives at home. One weekend, though, Master had two guests who brought their wives."
"So, one of these days you might find some women at the poker table. I tell you this because we will be doing some training with each other soon. You will be expected to perform with the same skill and enthusiasm."
Abby's hand flew to her mouth. The other three gasped. A couple started to talk. "Miss, Miss!"
Miriam held up a finger. Her voice took on a darker tone. "Shh. We will all do exactly as we are commanded. I understand that this will be hard at first, but you are not free to choose. She looked at each one as eyes dropped to the floor. "In fact, looking at your reaction, I think we need to take a small step right now. Stand up!"
"Rosemary, you have the most to lose here, so you will lead. Take Abby and start to kiss lightly around her neck and face. Then go in for a full, wet kiss. Now."
Tears formed in Abby's eyes. Rosemary aggressively grabbed her and started "necking." Abby tried to respond, but mostly just stood there. "All right, enough. Linda, Autumn, I hope you can do better than that."
As they embraced, both flashed back to the bath with the Captain and the splash-fest afterward. They had no trouble getting into the act, finishing with a long kiss. "Excellent! We will return to this topic in the near future. You will return to your duties tomorrow. Master is pleased with all of us. That probably means he will be making business deals tomorrow with his guests. You may go. Abby, stay with me for a moment."
As the door closed, Miriam's smile faded. "Strip and kneel!" Suddenly distraught, Abby dropped her robe and assumed the position, spreading her legs and freckles. "Abby, why do you think Rosemary kissed you so enthusiastically a few minutes ago? Do you think she is a lesbian?"
"Uh, no Miss! I..."
"That's right, she is not," Miriam cut in. "Rosemary is desperate to please me. She knows what happens when I am not happy. I'm not happy with you right now."
"But, Miss, I..."
"When I gave you a command a while ago, you imitated a fence post! I think it might be time for your first session."
"Oh, please, Miss! I'll try harder! Please." Abby's tears welled.
"I expect you to do whatever you're told instantly, without thinking." Miriam let her words sink in for a long moment.
"Nose on the floor! Crawl to me!" Abby obeyed in seconds. "You thought foot licking earlier was gross? Remove my slippers and worship my feet with the passion you lacked with Rosemary!" Abby took a deep breath and set about her task. She noisily began sucking Miriam's toes and kissing around her arches and heels. She rubbed the soles with her fingers. Like most women, Miriam loved a nice foot massage. She closed her eyes and let it go on as long as possible.
"All right, crawl to the bathroom and fetch a damp cloth to clean up your slime." As Abby shuffled away, Miriam thought, "She even has freckles on her ass!" Abby returned and carefully cleaned Miriam's feet.
"Turn away from me! Position 3!" In a moment, Abby presented her pussy. "Hold yourself open!" Miriam began rubbing and tugging Abby's lips in a slow massage. "Is this what he did last night?"
"Yes, ahh, Miss." The rubbing was having the intended effect. Miriam's fingers made circles around Abby's now-exposed clit. "Mmm, ahh." Abby moved her hips and gasped. As a light spasm hit, Miriam stopped and pinched her ass cheek viciously.
"Owww! Oww! Please!"
"Stand. Leave your robe here. You are to go find the other girls. Wake them up if need be. You will tell them everything that just happened. Every detail. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Go!" Abby scampered from the room, naked.
For the next three weeks, life aboard the yacht was routine. The Master left on an extended trip with Miriam. The head chef took charge of the four women, supervising their work schedule. There were no poker games. They gathered each evening in Autumn's room to watch TV. No one spoke of Abby's startling story, though all were shaken by it.
On the morning of Miriam's return, she called a meeting in her room. Autumn, Abby, and Linda left their duties and gathered. As they entered, each knelt and looked at Miriam to see if she expected her to strip, but she waved them to chairs. A few minutes of silence followed.
"Rosemary is no longer aboard ship. I will only tell you that she did not fit in well here, and she will be sent on. She will not be harmed, but her life will not be as pleasant as it was here. We will not speak of her again. Am I clear?"
Three faces took on a look of shock, but Miriam heard a whispered, "Yes, Miss."
After a few moments to let this sink in, she asked, "Autumn, do you remember a man called Albert?"
Autumn shivered as the images flooded back to *Blue Bayou*. She heard the Captain's announcement to gather on deck at dawn. Men with guns. Facing him in a towel after showering and shaving. The interview.
Autumn nodded at Miriam through tears, but the images continued. Her naked spanking in front of the other women. Lisa. Walking on deck in a dress, stripping in front of those men. Albert ordering her to wiggle her panties down to her ankles. Leaving with them in her mouth. She put her face in her hands and started sobbing.
Miriam's eyes narrowed. "I thought you were past all that. I guess I was wrong. I think I'm going to leave for a while. Perhaps you all need to talk about how you came to be here. Maybe you need to cry. Master always says that tears are cleansing. I'll be back in 45 minutes."
Linda moved over to Autumn and drew her into a hug. Abby joined the circle, "As much as I hate it, I think it might be good to tell our stories." She went to the bathroom to get a glass of water and a washcloth for Autumn. After a few quiet moments, Abby spoke again. "My story is pretty short."
"I was in a bar in Jamaica with a couple friends. We were on a three-day weekend getaway. We were having fun, flirting and dancing. Guys were sending drinks over. I felt a little dizzy and went toward the restroom. I must have been drugged because the next thing I remember was waking up here."
"I guess I was out of it for a couple days. I woke up one morning and saw Miriam sitting there. I smelled the stench. I had peed and crapped myself. At first, she acted like a nurse and helped me shower and get cleaned up. She took me to a different room and put me back to bed for another day. Then it started. The training, the positions, her little whip."
"I guess about the fourth day she brought the Captain in and I had to crawl over and put my mouth on him. I had never done that before. It was awful!"
Linda and Autumn both nodded. "We know, Honey. We know the Captain very well."
Through tears, Abby went on. "He came back every day until they were satisfied. I had to thank him for his time. He would pat me on the head and leave. Then, Miriam would make me finger myself until I came. Since then, I've mostly been in the kitchen until that auction. I've never been to the dreaded poker game that Rosemary hated so much. Oh, sorry, we're not supposed to talk about her."
"Have you been to the Master's room?"
"Yes, Linda. He's very passionate, isn't he? After a little while, I just kind of fell into his game. I just tried to imagine I was on a date with a really handsome guy. He's been happy so far. I have never thought of freckles as being sexy until I got here. Even you two can't stop staring!"
At that moment, Autumn was staring. "Sorry, but they are cute, honey, and so is your hair!" She reached up to fondle Abby's red locks.
"Other than the first couple weeks and that time Miriam was so mad at me, this has been a lot like going to a job every day. Oh, and the fake auction. That was so hard, but by the time it was done, I was all over that guy! And then, we didn't even do it!"
"Oh yeah, the foot guy," chimed Linda. "Not that I'm into that, but you do have pretty feet."
Abby wiggled her toes a bit. "Thank you. That's about it for me. Linda?"
"Well, girls, I guess I just walked right into it. I had a boyfriend at the time. We were doing a little kinky stuff. It went from blindfolds to handcuffs over a month or two, and then he started tying me up. He got off on roping me to the table or the bed. Once he put the car in the garage and had me on the hood. It was fun for me as well, but after a couple months it was like he ran out of places and lost his spark."
"One weekend he took me to a big party on a yacht. Yes! It was this yacht! He was a business associate of the Master. I actually remember meeting him. He put his hand on my upper arm and looked into my eyes. I could see that he was a powerful man in command of the room, you know?" The other two women could only nod in agreement.
"We were drinking some kind of sweet slushie drinks and I got a little smashed. I woke up with one hand cuffed to a bed, and I heard 'Good morning' from Miriam. It wasn't a very good morning. The rest is a lot like your story, Abby. I guess I've been here a few months longer than either of you."
"I met you, Autumn, under the poker table. And I think you were in the kitchen, Abby. You know, all men love a good blow, but I hate doing two guys in a row and having them throw chips on the floor like dog treats. Abby, I'm betting you are up this week. Take two washcloths and a water bottle with you."
Linda lowered her voice to a whisper, "I guess my favorite part is straddling Master and bringing him off long and slow. And like, the last few times I'm popping my cork right along with him." That produced the first giggles of the morning.
Autumn knew it was her turn. "OK, my trip to this place was hard, but I guess I can tell you about it. I was on a Caribbean vacation with a few other couples on a hired yacht called *Blue Bayou*. One morning, these men with guns took over the ship. They made us line up at a railing and took our jewelry and phones. I was thinking that might be all there was, but one of the girls started yelling at them, and the leader, this horrible man, Albert, had her spanked in front of us. He had his men take us to our cabins to shower. They made us shave ourselves all over and brought us back upstairs just wearing towels."
"Then, we each had what he called an 'interview' where we had to answer a bunch of questions. He made us drop the towel to step on a scale. It was too much and I freaked out. This other guy dragged me back out on the deck and spanked me really hard. It was horrible. He made me wait there naked until the rest were done, then I had to go back in."
"Somehow, this Albert recruited one of the girls named Lisa to finish my interview. It was awful. She made me shave a couple hairs I had missed, then she rubbed around down there until I came. The next day, she started training us for an auction. Not like the one we had. A real one, where we had to strip and parade around for these men. When Master bought me, he took me to a cabin. You can imagine what happened there." A few tears formed on her cheeks. The three women drew into an embrace again.
"Linda, you have been so good to me. You have helped me through the worst of this. Thank you. Abby, we will be there for you, too. I'm sorry for what happened with Miriam after the auction. I guess she has something new for us to do, but her mentioning Albert's name is not a good sign." They embraced for a few more minutes and sat back in the chairs in silence.
When Miriam returned, she waved her hand in a way that told them to stay seated. "Autumn, did you do as I asked?"
"Yes, Miss." Autumn was still trembling. "We talked about how we came here. May I ask how you came here?"
"That's fair. At one time, I headed up one of his companies. After a time we also became lovers. I knew he was a powerful dominant and I enjoyed that, but it all changed when one of my employees embezzled a large sum of money. He flew into a rage and held both of us accountable. The man just disappeared, but he demanded that I pay back every dollar. At first, I was in servitude like you. I still am in some ways, but now I manage the affairs of the ship, other than the actual operation, which is the realm of our dear Captain."
"I called you here because Master has a new acquisition. Her name is Anna and we didn't have to bid on her because Master received a communication from this Albert, recommending her as a good match. She will be here in a week and we are all going to participate in her indoctrination. You will serve as models and coaches. Can all of you do this?"
Linda immediately said, "Yes, Miss Miriam, we can." She saw this as a kind of promotion and didn't want to show any hesitation. The other two showed a confused look.
"Ladies, it's very simple. When I want to show Anna a position or a technique, you will demonstrate with enthusiasm and grace. She will have some rudimentary training before we see her, but Master expects to see a submissive and obedient addition to our group in a short time. He has a new activity in mind that will require participation from more than one of you."
"We are going to use a version of 'good cop, bad cop' with Anna. We will talk about that later. For now, Autumn and Abby, return to your duties. Linda, please stay for a moment." The two women filed out.
"Linda, Master and I are pleased with your performance and attitude. You are a leader among the women. We would like you to take on more responsibility as my assistant if you interested."
"Oh yes, Miss! I would like that very much. What would you want me to do?"
"You will organize the work schedule each week and work with the cooks and other staff on the monthly supply order. That can be learned. But there is a much more difficult duty and that is training. You will take a major role in training our new property, Anna."
"We must be completely overwhelming and degrading at first with a trainee. She cannot sense any softness during the first week, so she will accept her situation. Then, we can work on a psychological dependence. This has worked very well with Autumn. Rosemary was a disaster and Abby is a work in progress. Linda, if you can't handle this, tell me right now."
"Umm, I guess you're asking me to put on an act. Is that right, Miss?"
"Exactly. I don't enjoy being harsh with you girls, but this is our situation. I act on Master's demands and you will be required to do so as well. Think carefully before you accept." Miriam leaned in to whisper. "There is a chance that you could earn your eventual freedom. I am working toward that right now."
"Oh Miss! I'll do anything..."
"Shhh. I know. It begins with the new girl. Of course, you must not breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Yes, Miss! You know I won't."
"What is your name?" Miriam, sitting in a chair, faced the new girl. Linda stood to her left, Abby and Autumn to her right.
"Um, Anna Holmes. What's going to happen to me?"
"First, Anna, you will address me as Miss Miriam. You will only speak to answer my questions and you will answer them fully, in complete sentences. Is that clear?"
Anna's voice took on a higher pitch. "You have to let me go! What is wrong with you?" She bolted for the door but found it locked. She fell to the floor, curled into a ball and started loudly sobbing.
"We are going to wait for you to return to your place, Anna Holmes, then, we will start over. Do not try my patience. We are on a boat in the middle of the ocean and you are not going anywhere. I do not wish to gag you, or ask my assistant to use the leather belt she is carrying. Now, get yourself together!"
After a few minutes, a subdued woman rose and walked back across the room. She wiped a few tears on her sleeve.
"A few minutes ago, you wondered what was going to happen to you. But you already have a good idea, don't you? What is going to happen to you? Do not forget my rules."
"Um, err, I guess I'm a captive on this boat, but why? Uh, Miss..."
"Miriam. You are correct. Your situation will become much clearer in the next few days, but first, you are going to tell us about yourself and show us your assets. The man you know as Albert usually provides us with a complete assessment of his shipments. But, he sent you to us raw and untested. So, we will start from the beginning and do some training as we proceed.
"These girls are Autumn and Abby. They are your role models and you will do exactly what they do. For example, remove your blouse. Slowly." The two women started to unbutton from the top.
"Ohh, please!" Linda took a step toward her. "OK, OK!" Anna started unbuttoning and letting the blouse slip to the floor. As she looked up, she noticed that the two women were bare-breasted.
"You are not permitted a bra on board. Lose it!" Anna tearfully reached back to unclasp the bra and let it slip from her shoulders. "Very nice. Tell us your height, weight, and measurements."
"Umm, I'm 5 foot 3. I weigh about 110 and uh, I'm about 32-27-34, Miss, uh Miriam."
"Thank you. Put your hands behind your neck and turn around for me." As three girls turned, Linda thought of those wind-up music boxes with twirling dancers. "Now, pick up your bra and read the tag to us."
After a long sigh she read, "Ummm, it's 34B, Miss Miriam."
"Thank you. Linda, please finish the interview."
Linda took a deep breath and walked up to Anna. Slapping a leather belt on her hand. "You have 15 seconds to get naked!" The terrified girl quickly kicked off her shoes. Her jeans were tight, so she tumbled to the floor to peel off socks and pants. She looked up.
"Wait! Stand up! Get those shoulders back and your head up. Be proud of your body!" Anna ended up standing at attention like a sobbing soldier.
"Now, as slowly as you can, peel off those pretty pink panties, one side at a time. If you're going too fast, I'll let you know with this." Another loud slap of the belt. Anna jumped, but started moving the waistband at her left. Half an inch at a time, her last covering headed south. She had to tug at the legs a few times.
As the panties hit Anna's knees, Linda realized that she had been concentrating on her subject the whole time. She glanced back to her right. Autumn and Abby stood at attention, panties at half-mast. Further back, she spied Miriam, slightly smiling.
"All right, drop them!" Three pairs, one pink and two white, fluttered to the carpet. "Now, fold your clothes in a neat pile and take them to Miss Miriam." Anna went to one knee and began folding the jeans and blouse. The bra and panties topped the pile. The two role models offered their clothing as well.
"I believe you are ready now for a few more questions. You will address me as 'Ma'am,' and speak in sentences. Is that clear?"
"Yes Ma'am. Uh, yes, that is clear."
"I am impressed to see that you are bare. Is that normal for you?"
"Ummm, no, ma'am, that man shaved me down there." Anna's blush returned as she remembered holding her knees open for Albert. He had been gentle but persistent, shaving and bringing her to a rolling orgasm.
"Good. Did he teach you any positions?"
"Uh, I'm not sure, Ma'am. He made me kneel down."
"Show me." Anna dropped down, putting her hands behind her neck. "Did he tell you to keep your knees together?"
"No, Ma'am, he, uh, he, err, said to keep them far enough apart..." She looked away, in tears.
"Go on!"
"Uh, far enough so he could tell if I was, uh, t-turned on." She started to separate her knees. Every eye in the room turned to her crotch.
"And?"
"No! I'm not! ...Ma'am." Linda took a step forward, crouched down and ran a finger along Anna's bare slit. Anna came up off her heels. "Ahhh, please!"
"Really? What is this?" She held up a shiny finger. Anna put her face in her hands and sobbed. "All right, let's get on with it. Do you have any tattoos or birthmarks that we haven't seen?"
"No, Ma'am, I don't have any of those."
"How old are you and where are you from?"
"Um, I'm 24 and I live in Denver, Ma'am."
"Anna, I think we will continue tomorrow. If you have any hope of ever getting back to Colorado, you will do exactly what you are told, and you will try to please me in any way that you can. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I understand."
"Good. Autumn here will take you to a room and get you some food. She will also answer some of your questions. You may go."
Autumn fetched robes from the bed and gave one to Abby and the other to Anna. She directed Anna out of the room, thinking, 'OK, good cop-bad cop.' She mouthed "Food" to Abby. To the new captive, she said, "You've had a tough day. Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Ma'am, but mostly just tired."
"Please call me Autumn. You and I are in the same boat. Oh! I guess I made a little joke!" Anna produced a slight smile, then stopped dead in the hall.
"This can't be happening! It's a nightmare!" She collapsed into Autumn's arms. They clung to each other for long moments. "How can you..."
"I know, honey. Come on, we can talk in the room." As they arrived, Abby walked up with a tray of food. As they nibbled and sipped some tea, Autumn began. "Anna, first off, none of the women you saw earlier is here by choice, not one. We are here because the owner of this ship bought us. That is horrible, but it's the plain truth. He is rich enough and powerful enough to do whatever he wants."
"No! You have to help me get away! What is wrong with you?"
Abby spoke. "Anna, we have all looked for ways to escape. We're in the middle of the ocean. I don't even know what ocean, but we never dock anywhere. The Master has everything brought to the ship..."
"Master? I'm not a slave!" She collapsed in tears on the bed. Autumn moved in to rub her back.
"Get some sleep. I'll be back in the morning to help you get a shower. Remember when Linda said there is a possibility you could get back to Denver? Cling to that thought tonight. Abby and I will help you through this."
For breakfast, Abby brought oatmeal with blueberries and coffee for three. They ate largely in silence. Autumn said, "Why don't you go take a long hot shower. Be sure to check your shaving. We have an idea to make today a little easier for you."
Anna emerged from the steamy bathroom with her robe tied tightly and faced Autumn. "What idea?"
"You have to learn and practice the positions. We thought it might be easier to do that here, instead of going back to Miss Miriam and Linda. What do you think? We can even keep our robes on for the first part."
"Umm, OK. This is really happening, isn't it?"
"Yes, honey, it is. This is that bad dream we've all had about being kidnapped and sold. But, if it had to happen, we are better off than some. They will not torture us or throw us in a dungeon or a cage. If you can do what they say and have some kind of enthusiasm, even fake enthusiasm, you won't be hurt at all."
"If you can't, they have what they call a session. I have had one. I'll just say it's a painful spanking with a bonus." Abby added a little giggle.
"The first position is 'stand.' Hands behind your head, feet apart a little more. Good. Elbows back a little. That's it. Look straight ahead, unless someone is talking to you. Now, go to your knees, hands behind your back." Autumn observed the new girl's first attempt. "You know what I have to say now, don't you?
"Yes." Anna moved her knees apart.
"All right, the last one is embarrassing, but there's no way around it. Keep your knees apart and put your face on the floor. This is called 'down,' or '3.' Sometimes they will just snap their fingers." With a gasp and a reddening face, Anna complied. "Good. Now in one motion, go back to your knees and then stand." Her first try was clumsy, but she managed to go through with it.
"Anna, naked is normal around here and you might as well get used to it," Abby added as she dropped her robe. "Now, go from one to the other as gracefully as you can. Watch Autumn." Autumn amazed herself at how fluidly her movements went. "Now, you try it a few times. It gets easier."
After a half-dozen tries, Anna met the girl's approval. "OK, let's get dressed and talk a little more."
Autumn began. "Honey, have you ever given a man a blow job?"
Anna recoiled a little at the question. "Uh, yes, a few times. Why?"
"We have to do that here. They just call it 'head.' In a day or two, you are probably going to have to give one to the Captain. It's part of the training before you see the Mas... uh, the owner."
"And before the poker game," Abby added. Just then, Linda opened the door. Autumn started to guide Anna down, but Linda held up her hand.
"Just stand." The three barefoot women rose together. "Anna, have you been practicing? Lose the robe and show me 'stand.'"
In a moment, Anna stood naked before Linda. "Kneel." Anna slid gracefully to her spread position. "Good. Now, 'down.'" Anna's face touched the floor. Linda glanced at the other girls.
"Miss Linda," Abby quickly whispered, "We didn't get any farther."
"Oh. OK, Anna, turn to face the wall and look back at me." Anna slowly turned. Linda stepped up and gave her a light slap with the belt. The sound of the slap was much stronger than its force.
"Oww! Please!" But Anna knew. She parted her legs widely. Humiliated, she quietly sobbed.
"There will be times when you are commanded to hold yourself open with your hands, but for now, go through the sequence with grace and poise." Anna began to move through the three positions, grateful for the practice before Linda walked in with the belt. "Stand. You are going to meet the Captain tomorrow. I will expect obedience."
Autumn thought again about 'good cop-bad cop.' "Miss Linda! May we have one more day with Anna before..."
"Yes, that will be fine. Use your time wisely." She turned and left. Anna gave out with a sigh of relief as she donned her robe.
"Oh my god, thank you! This is all happening so fast. Autumn, why is she so mean?"
"They feel they have to be intimidating at first to get us to accept the situation. We all went through it. It will get better so long as you do what they say. I promise. Can you try?" Anna sat on the bed. "I have an idea! Let's get dressed. I'll go find some food and then we'll take a tour of the ship. OK?"
Autumn knocked on Miriam's door. As she entered she made a motion to kneel, but Miriam motioned her to sit in a chair. "Dear, that was a good move to ask for another day. Linda thinks Anna is coming along nicely."
"Thank you, Miss. We're trying to do our part. We'd like to walk her around the ship later. Is that OK? She's on overload right now."
"That's a good idea. Begin talking to her about galley and housekeeping duties. Most women can relate to cooking and cleaning. It will get her mind off the other part."
"May I ask why Linda is suddenly carrying a belt? What's going on?"
"No, you may not ask. I will simply say that our job is to produce a compliant, obedient Anna. If we are successful, good things will follow for all of us. That is not a change. We all are to do what Master commands. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Miriam. Will you excuse me? I was on my way to get some lunch for us. Thank you." As Autumn retreated to the door, she was already thinking, "Could this mean Linda is going to replace Miriam? Is this her chance to leave? My chance?"
As the door closed, Linda came out of hiding in the bathroom. Miriam and she continued their conversation in whispers. "Dear, Master has at last agreed that I have fulfilled my obligation to him. If all goes as planned, I can leave the ship in about a month. You and I have two hurdles to clear: Master has to believe that you can do my job at a high level, and he has to receive a very good visit with Anna. I think the second one will require our utmost effort. Your thoughts?"
Linda lowered her voice even more. "Miriam, I've learned a lot already. Let me shadow you for a couple weeks, maybe even in your meetings with Master. I can absolutely do this! As for Anna, I think it's going well. Your good cop-bad cop plan is a good one. I have an idea to take it even further. What if we enlist the Captain to put on a little show..."
The girls were back in Anna's room on the morning of the Captain's appearance. The previous day had been light, with a tour, eating, and girl talk. Now the talk turned serious again. Autumn knew she had to pull this off if there was any hope of escape. "Anna, you said you have given blow jobs before. You have to give one to the Captain today. Abby and I are counting on you. If the Captain is happy, life gets better for all of us. Can you try?"
"I don't know if I can. The last guy I went down on needed a shower. It was not good."
Autumn thought of her smelly client at the first poker game. Smoothly, Abby replied. "Anna, that's one thing you don't have to worry about. The Captain is always very clean..."
Autumn broke in. "Listen, we have both been there. Here's what you need to do. First, look him in the eyes as you crawl closer. Lick your lips. Make him think you want to do this. Then start slow. Kiss and lick for a few minutes. He doesn't want to stick it down your throat. Just take it in and start moving. Use one hand to pump him a little and the other to massage his balls. Keep moving your lips over his ridge. Moan a little. He'll get off in no time."
"Then just kiss and lick a little more and you're done. He will give you some poker chips. Just take them. We'll tell you about that later. OK?"
Anna nodded and looked at the floor. She was wiping a few tears away when Linda opened the door. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"All right, come with me. Abby, you may remain here."
The Captain, shirtless, sat in a chair in the room. Linda, Autumn, and Anna entered. "Strip and keel." In a moment, the two women adopted the familiar open pose. They didn't notice Miriam in a far corner. "Anna, you may begin."
Anna started to crawl toward the Captain. As she approached, he started to unbuckle his belt. Anna progressed as far as placing her hands on his knees when she froze and put her head down. "Oh please!"
"I thought she was ready," accused the Captain.
Miriam darted forward. "Linda, give me that strap! I'll get her ready!" She grabbed the strap and stepped toward Anna.
Linda quickly headed her off. "Wait! Please, wait a minute, Miriam! Let's give her a little time to get herself together. Please!" She was standing between Anna and Miriam. The Captain dramatically looked at his watch. "Give them fifteen minutes, please! Autumn, talk to her. Miriam, let's leave the room for now." Linda took Miriam's arm and guided her to the door.
Miriam glanced back. "Fifteen minutes."
Autumn grabbed a robe and rushed over to pick Anna up. "Come over here for a minute. Put this on." She whispered, "You can do this, Anna. Just go through the steps." Anna wiped her face on the robe sleeve. "I know! I'll go with you. We'll double team him. C'mon, just stay with me."
Autumn dropped to all fours and glanced up. In a moment, Anna shed her robe and dropped beside her. As they crawled, Autumn made full body contact. "Good morning, Captain. Your pants look too tight. Let us help you." Autumn led in the effort to take down his trousers. Excited by the previous drama, he already sported a nice erection.
"You take one side, I'll take the other." They began their two-front assault on the Captain's shaft. Anna followed Autumn's lead, making little moans and slurping sounds. Autumn moved Anna's lips up to the head. "OK, honey, do your thing." The shaft disappeared into her mouth. The Captain groaned. Autumn began tiny nibbles on his balls. After a few long moments, she whispered, "Captain, can we give you another bath soon?"
"Ahhh, ahh, oh, oh." That image finished the job. He slumped in the chair, breathing heavily. At length, he moved to pull his pants up. Through a few more deep breaths, he said," Thank you, ladies. Here are five chips, but you'll have to split them."
As he left the room, he saw Miriam and Linda in the hall. He gave them a wink and a smile. Miriam gave a short curtsy and said, "Thank you, Captain! It looks like our little charade worked."
"Always a pleasure, ladies!"
In the room, Autumn pressed the chips into Anna's hand. "Show these to Miriam. You passed the test! The chips are money. I want to hug you, but put your robe on first." They smiled and embraced as Miriam walked in. Autumn pulled Anna down to kneel.
"The Captain is very happy with you two. Thank you. Anna, how many chips did you get?"
"Five, Miss. I don't know what they are for yet."
"The girls will explain. And Autumn, here are more chips for you and Abby. Do you know where the spa room is?"
"Yes, Miss, near the stern?"
"The three of you are cleared for two hours of private time there. I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you again. I am very pleased."
For the first time in their collective experience on board, the women were happy to shed robes and get naked. They splashed, dunked, and giggled the two hours away. They spent the rest of the day in Autumn's room, watching TV. As yawns began to outnumber laughs, Autumn turned the TV off.
"Anna, the chips are our money. We pay for meals and we can buy underwear and a few other things. The weird part is that you earn them, umm, I guess, with your enthusiasm. The Captain was happy, so he gave you five chips. If you can find a way to accept our situation, you will see that it could be so much worse. Soon, you'll spend a night with the Master. It's not hard to please him because he just takes over. A little like spending the night with Richard Gere in *Pretty Woman*."
Abby said, "Anna, you can do this. It's how we survive. We work and we give them sex. You have to get with it. There is really no other choice. Autumn and I have seen what happens if we don't. It's bad. But it seems like we can be together a lot in our off times..."
"...And if there is any chance to get back to real life some day, this is it," Autumn added.
Anna took a deep breath. "It seems you are right about not having a choice, and you guys have been so good to me. I'll do my best, but I can't promise a lot of enthusiasm." They drew into one more embrace and went off to bed.
Around midnight, Linda came to Autumn's room and sat on the bed. She could smell that her friend had been masturbating. "Wake up, naughty girl. I know what you did!"
"Oh, umm, hi. What are you doing here?" She sat up beside Linda, slowly waking up. The "naughty girl" comment sank in and she pulled the sheet up around her breasts. "OK, you caught me. I thought today was great, didn't you? What happened back there with the Captain?"
"Sweetie, that was all an act with Miriam and the Captain. We were counting on you to step up and you sure did. I'm sorry we couldn't tell you. We wanted you to be natural."
"So, what's going on with you and Miriam? I know you are not as mean as you were acting before."
"Sorry, honey. No comment. But, everyone is happy right now and you and Abby are a big cause of it. Miriam has given me some new duties, but you and I will always be friends, even if I have to play mean to you in front of the others. I'm doing scheduling now and I have a couple of things for you. First, you and Anna have kitchen duty this week. Take her in the morning. Also, there is a poker game this week. You and Abby have that. It will be her first..."
"...Wait! What about that man..." Autumn could almost smell that disgusting odor again.
"...Don't worry. Miriam brought it up with Master. It won't happen again. The clients have to shower before the game. Talk to Abby about it. I'm thinking about having Anna watch through a crack in the door. All right, honey, get some sleep and keep your hands outside the covers!" Giggles.
Autumn was relieved that, after four days in the kitchen, no one had come in to grope Anna. It was going to be traumatizing enough to have her observe the evening's poker game. As they waited under the table, Autumn whispered, "Abby, once it starts, it won't take long. They're so excited when they sit down, it only takes about ten strokes to get 'em off. What worked on the Captain will work on them."
"I know. I'm getting used to it. Do we really have to go out there and strip for them after?"
"Yeah, we probably will. Don't look at their faces. Remember, you can get lots of chips here. I got ten once."
"How many for a ticket out of here?"
Autumn gave her a gentle elbow. "Shut up, bird-brain! Here they come." In moments, the four chairs were filled. The girls could hear the small talk and the sound of cards flipping around the table. The women were well-prepared. They had bowls of warm water, bottled water, and washcloths.
As promised, all the men were clean and relatively sweet-smelling. Nothing could mask the taste and odor of semen, however. Within 20 minutes, four men came to a groaning finish. Autumn used her patented final kiss and earned nine chips. Abby received seven. They waited for the last act.
Master seemed to wait forever before calling them out. "You are both lovely. Please leave your panties around one ankle." This was the clue for them to turn around and draw their garments off. They gracefully turned back to face the table, fingers laced behind their necks.
"Please walk around the table and say hello to my guests. Gentlemen, try to look these ladies in the eyes!" As she approached each client, Abby tried to figure out which ones she had serviced. Each one turned his chair and held out his hands to greet her.
"Hello, beautiful!" There were laughs around the table as each man tried and failed to follow Master's prompt. Bare breasts and smooth pussies overruled eye contact.
She took each man's hands and did a little curtsy. "Hello, I'm Abby." Observing this little ritual played right in to Master's fantasy about nude women and clothed men. His eyes clouded over a bit as the scene finished. Soon the girls were side by side again, panties still dragging along on one foot.
"Thank you, ladies. I am pleased." They entered the hall to find Anna and Linda, who offered robes. They swiftly pulled their panties into place.
"Oh, thank you, Linda! I was getting goose bumps there at the end." Anna remained silent as they made their way to Autumn's room. Linda waited while the girls brushed their teeth and gargled. As they gathered in a circle, Autumn commented that the worst part of male come was the aftertaste.
All three women nodded in agreement. "But at least they were clean this time. They all smelled like Ivory soap!"
Linda started the conversation. "So, Anna, that's the poker game and you're up next time. I'll go with you and guide you through it. OK? What are your thoughts?"
"Well, Ma'am, I..."
"...Wait. You have been through a tough indoctrination in the last couple of weeks. Now, Anna, when it's just us, please call me Linda."
"Oh, OK, I will, Linda. I haven't had a chance to thank you for intervening with Miriam that day. You saved me!"
"You are welcome, dearie. We are in a new phase now. It seems like you have accepted your place in this strange menagerie, so I will now be more like a den mother. I will do my best to protect you. Your first test will be the poker game on Friday. Abby did very well, and I'm counting on you to play your role as well." Linda drew Anna into a long embrace.
Two weeks later, Miriam came to Autumn's room. "Turn off the TV, honey. You don't want to miss this news." Miriam took her hands as they sat on the bed. "It's all set. I'm leaving the ship and, if you can agree to the conditions, I'm taking you with me."
Autumn's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my god! Tell me!"
"I have satisfied my debt and regained his trust. I'm going to run one of his smaller businesses in Germany and you are going to be my accounting assistant." But, you have to agree to stay with me for a year and never, ever say a word about your time here. Don't answer right away."
"But..."
"Listen carefully. He is a powerful man who stays in international waters most of the time. Do you remember that French tycoon who raped a hotel maid in New York City? Nothing ever happened to him. These people are untouchable. Do you understand?"
Autumn didn't hesitate. "Yes! Miriam, I owe you everything! I agree! When?"
"We leave in three days. I have lined up an apartment in Berlin. I would like you to stay with me at first. We have one more event with Master and then we are free. He wants to spend a night with Anna. Since you did so well with her last time, I suggested a threesome. He took exactly one second to say Yes."
"Yes, we can do it! Anything! Let's go wake Anna up!"
"That will wait 'til tomorrow. This will be your most important performance, but you must be sure Anna is fully into it. You two will show up at his door eager and horny. Now, Linda only knows that I'm leaving and, of course, Anna knows nothing. We need to keep it that way until the last minute. Let's get some sleep, dearest. We're going to need it."
At noon the next day, Linda found Anna on cleaning duty. "Anna, you're off for the day. Go find Autumn. You are going to see the Master tomorrow and you are going to perform with grace and passion. Am I clear on this?"
"Yes, Linda. I'll do my best."
Autumn and Anna spent the day talking about how they would approach Master. "Anna, they are counting on us to keep him happy. Life is always better when he is. This time, I think we should be a little aggressive with him. I have an idea, but you have to be right there with me. OK?" Autumn took her hands, hoping not to betray her ulterior motive.
"Yes, I think I can do it if you will be there with me. What is he like? I've never even spoken to him."
"Well, he just has this power that won't be denied. He doesn't need a belt. He uses his eyes. He just looks at you and you melt. You might be surprised at how gentle he can be. Somehow, I've never felt like he was forcing himself on me. It's hard to explain, but you'll see."
Miriam and Linda watched from a distance as the girls approached his door. Autumn focused on one thought: She could be free in 24 hours. Anna was torn between the reality of giving herself to a stranger and the fuzzy concept of "taking one for the team."
Autumn knocked twice. Master opened the door a few inches. "Sir, you ordered a massage?"
"Uh, oh yes, come in, ladies!" He opened the door wide. Instead of falling to the customary kneeling position, they faced him. Abby held up a small bottle of oil. "Sir, did you order the Premium Special Massage?" They both stood close and looked up at him.
"Why, uh, yes I did!" The look of surprise and delight on his face was priceless. No one else knew of the scene they planned. "Shall we proceed to the bedroom?"
Remembering her role, Anna said, "Sir, the Premium Special is clothingptional. Will you please help us with that?" They both turned their backs to him. He slowly lowered one zipper, then the other. The white gowns fell to the floor. They turned and, out of habit, placed their hands behind their necks. He lowered himself to one knee and slipped the white panties to the floor. He couldn't help but reach out to caress the two bare pussies at his eye level, eliciting a nice gasp. They began removing his shirt. As Autumn knelt to slide his pants down, she pressed her cheek along his already stiffening penis.
"Please, lay on the bed, Sir." Master stretched out on his stomach as Anna straddled his back and Autumn moved to work on his legs and feet. Anna started rubbing his head and lightly tugging on small handfuls of hair. He started making little sounds of pleasure. Anna knew from long experience that women loved a vigorous scalp massage. It was one of the great pleasures of a visit to a beauty parlor. It was no surprise men liked it too, though most would never talk about it.
Autumn started on his upper thighs, casually running her nails along his testicles as she kneaded his muscles. She worked her way down to the calves, frequently returning to squeeze and tickle him. She started rubbing her thumbs on the soles of his feet. Having his hair and feet massaged at the same time felt wonderful. He started squirming and moaning. He tried to turn over.
"Please, Sir! We're almost finished." Anna started on his shoulders. He relaxed. Autumn's roaming fingers found him to be fully erect. In a few moments, Autumn realized that he was ready to explode. "Would you like to turn over, Sir?" Anna rose up to let him turn. His penis stood completely upright.
Autumn took Anna's hips and guided her onto the Master, setting an excruciatingly slow pace, as Linda had advised. Up slowly, a little wiggle, a tight clench, back down. Autumn lightly tickled and raked his balls from behind. Master, groaning, reached up to fondle Anna's breasts. Up and back down.
As he started breathing and moaning rapidly, Anna increased her speed and concentrated on the head. Autumn could tell that Anna was also lost in lust. Master erupted. "Ahh! Ahh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh!" Autumn reached around to rub Anna's clit. In a moment, she exploded as well.
"Ohh! Oh! Mmm...oh god! Uhn, ahh...stop...Autumn... please!" She tried to push Autumn's hand away.
Master sat up, still inside Anna and drew her into a long, deep kiss. He lay back again and guided her slowly off, indicating that she should lay beside him.
Autumn took a cue and whispered, "Sir, would you like to be alone with her now?"
"Yes, thank you." Autumn gave her a light pinch on the bottom, picked up her dress and padded out of the room.
Miriam made sure that Autumn and Linda had some time to say goodbye. They cried and hugged and talked for 30 minutes until they could hear the helicopter winding up. "I'm sorry you have to stay. Miriam says that if all goes well, you could leave here in a year or so. You have to find me then! We have to see each other again!" The last hug, the last wave. Autumn and Miriam, airborne, took one last glance at the ship and tightly holding hands, looked forward in the direction of the mainland.
*Author's Note: Dear Readers, this marks the end of Autumn's adventure in captivity. Please watch for the continuation of Julie's life in Hong Kong by co-author J Spe. I will also endeavor to continue Lisa's life in the harem (from Part 2). We appreciate your comments.*
*—Carole99*
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CHAPTER 6:
Alexa and Maggie are cuddled up on the couch on a Sunday morning.
"Let's do something," Alexa suggests.
"What do you want to do?" Maggie yawns and wraps Alexa in her arms.
"Not move a bit," Alexa says.
Maggie laughs, "You spoke my mind."
Alexa receives a text from Lin reminding her about a work deadline.
"Who sets the deadline anyway?" Alexa asks a little irritated.
"I do. Sorry." Maggie says facing Alexa.
"The boss is a bitch," Alexa jokes while replying to Lin.
"Hey!" Maggie hits Alexa's arm.
Alexa tries to hit back but Maggie catches her hands and pulls her closer. Alexa strokes Maggie's hair and leans closer. Maggie kisses Alexa with her experienced tongue; taking full advantage. Alexa's left hand start traveling inside Maggie's shirt and stops at Maggie's left breast.
"Ugh get a room!" Lilly says.
"Forgot how to operate a phone?" Maggie comments. Lilly rolls her eyes and walks over to them.
"Hi, you must be Alexa. I'm Lilly, Maggie's sister," Lilly warmly introduces herself to Alexa completely ignoring Maggie.
"Hi I have heard so much about you," Alexa says warmly shaking her hand.
Someone else coughs from behind to let their presence known.
"Oh, by the way, I brought along mom," Lilly says and moves to the side as she was blocking the view.
Maggie gets up to greet her mother.
"Hi ma," Maggie hugs Mrs. Chan.
"You forgot your mother," Mrs. Chan complains adorably.
"Never. Come, I want you to meet someone," Maggie says turning her face to Alexa.
"She is Alexa, my girlfriend," Maggie says the girlfriend word loud for the first time. It catches Alexa's attention.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Chan," Alexa says warmly extending her hand.
"Oh come here," Mrs. Chan wraps Alexa in an embrace which makes her heart warm as she never had a mother.
"Come I want to know everything about you. It's the first time Maggie has introduced me to someone," Mrs. Chan drags Alexa by the waist and she gives a surprised look to Maggie.
Maggie and Lilly follow them to the breakfast counter.
Mrs. Chan and Alexa seem to get along well. When Mrs. Chan asks her about her family, Maggie freezes. Alexa didn't even talk to Maggie for a day when she last pressed her about her family.
Alexa seems calm and replies that she is an orphan. Meanwhile, Lilly tries to get Maggie's attention. Maggie whispers "what?" Lilly points at Alexa's neck and there's a hickey is being revealed through her shirt. This is the first time her mother has met Alexa and this had to happen? Maggie freezes in embarrassment.
"Well tell her!" Lilly again whispers to Maggie.
"How?" Maggie asks in a similar manner.
"What are you two bickering about?" Alexa asks.
"Oh please! We all are adults here," Mrs. Chan says, "Alexa darling, you have something on your neck."
Lilly bursts out in laughter. Horror runs through all over Alexa's body and she blushes red all over.
"Excuse me," she gets up and goes inside to change.
When Alexa comes out wearing a top which thankfully covers the love bite, she finds all of them laughing. She wonders what if she had a family like this growing up. This makes her upset. She walks over and joins them.
"I'm going to make some food. Alexa, will you help me?" Mrs. Chan asks.
"Sure," Alexa says willingly. Maggie feels pity for her girl because she knows it is more grilling time. Maggie watches Alexa intently as Alexa joins her mother in the kitchen.
"You've got it bad, you know?" Lilly says noticing her big sister.
"I know I cannot help it. I don't know how the last month went by," Maggie admits.
"I feel there's a but coming," Lilly says.
"Sometimes I feel like she's hiding something from me. Like when you talk about her family, you never get a straight answer," Maggie says with a sigh. Lilly knows that it has been bothering her sister.
"Have you talked to her about this?" Lilly asks.
"Last time I did, she didn't even see my face for a day," Maggie says.
Lilly feels helpless for her sister. "You seem out of control this time," Lilly says.
"This is out of my control. I've fallen for her. Hard," Maggie says looking at Alexa with sad eyes.
"Can mom help? She's a brilliant psychologist," Lilly says in desperation to help Maggie.
"They just met. I don't want to ruin this," Maggie says.
Mrs. Chan decided to stay the night at Maggie's house rather than in a hotel. They live in different cities. She wakes up in middle of the night to get water and sees Alexa sitting on the breakfast counter working on her laptop.
"Do you have sleeping troubles?" She asks Alexa while taking a seat beside her.
"Since I was a kid. It seems to have gone away recently," Alexa says with a smile.
Mrs. Chan smiles fondly at her. They chat for a bit; mostly Mrs. Chan trying to fish out information from Alexa and telling her funny stories about Maggie's childhood.
"As a mother, I need to know this. Do you love my daughter?" She asks Alexa.
"I think I do. It's crazy because it's only been a month," Alexa says honestly.
"Sometimes all it takes is a moment," Mrs. Chan reassures her. She then asks her a bunch of unrelated questions. Alexa answers all of them anyway.
Maggie wakes up at 6 in the morning. She finds Alexa sleeping peacefully with her head on Maggie's chest with her arms wrapping her like a flag. At that moment, she realizes that Alexa has the power to destroy her completely and she wants to let her. Maggie strokes the hair out of Alexa's face. Alexa wakes up but still very sleepy.
Alexa's face lights up when she sees Maggie.
"Hey," she says reaching for Maggie.
Maggie gives her a squeeze, "go back to sleep."
She leaves the bed to get some work done. She finds her mother in the kitchen.
"Good morning ma," she says to her mother.
"Good morning. I'm making tea," Mrs. Chan says fondly to her daughter.
"How I've missed your tea!" Maggie says.
Mrs. Chan hands over a cup of tea and says, "Darling, we need to talk over the girl who is sleeping in your bed."
"Why? What's wrong?" Panic runs all over her.
"I believe that she has clinical depression," Mrs. Chan says.
"Are you sure?" Maggie's face falls.
"Affirmative. Didn't she tell you?" Mrs. Chan sounds surprised.
"She never talks about her health or what she is going through. Though she gets those crazy migraines," Maggie says.
"Connect the dots, Maggie." Mrs. Chan says.
"What do you think is the reason?" She asks.
"I suspect that some trauma which might have happened in her childhood. I noticed how she tries to avoid the family question and you also freeze," Mrs. Chan says.
"The last time we argued about this, she completely shut me out," Maggie says.
"Do you think is this why she's with me?" Maggie lets her fear known to her mother.
Mrs. Chan laughs it off, "She has got it bad as much as you do. She basically admitted that she loves you."
Her mother words make her shocked, "She did?"
"You don't?" her mother asks.
"I do. But we have never said that to each other," Maggie says.
"Why not?" Mrs. Chan asks.
"I'm afraid that I'll scare her off," Maggie confesses.
"Darling, I think she has the same fear. You both need to talk about these things," Mrs. Chan squeezes her daughter's hand to reassure her that will be alright.
CHAPTER 7:
Life has been great for both Alexa and Maggie. They seem to be in love more than ever. It has been more than a week since Alexa has met Maggie's mother and sister. She comes home in a good mood. Maggie came earlier, Alexa doesn't know why.
She finds Maggie sitting in the dark and drinking.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Alexa asks and gives a squeeze on Maggie's shoulder.
Maggie doesn't even bother to look at her and hands over a brown file. Alexa takes the file both curiously and confused.
Alexa sits down in shock when she opens the file. It's all her family's details- how they are all well and alive. It makes her blood boil. Her hands start shaking.
"Where did you get this?" She asks Maggie and doesn't get a response.
She asks again, "Maggie, where did you get this?" The loudness in her voice makes Maggie turn her face to her.
"So, I guess I should have listened to everyone and stayed away from the likes of you!" Maggie shouts.
"The likes of me?" Alexa asks trying hard to keep her calm.
"You've been lying to me the whole time. And it says here that one of your brothers is in prison for money laundering," Maggie shouts.
"What the fuck do you think of me?" Alexa shouts at Maggie. Maggie doesn't say anything but drinks her whiskey.
"You're right. This isn't working. We should call it off," Alexa shouts. Alexa throws away the file to the room before leaving.
Maggie throws her glass on the floor as Alexa leaves the house, "FUCK!"
Alexa enters her house after a bit struggle of opening the door. Seeing their faces again brought back all kinds of unwanted memories. Her head is pounding. She is having a panic attack. She sits down on the floor. Crying and cursing God for giving her this life. She somehow manages to get into the shower. When she comes out of the shower and sees the mirror, she punches it hard. The mirror breaks and pieces of glass enter into her hand. She doesn't even feel the pain. The pain inside her chest is way more severe. She sits on the floor feeling blank. She doesn't realize how many hours have passed or how many minutes. Al comes and finds her. Al has a key and checks on the house from time to time. Al calls her son who is a doctor. Alexa never interacted with him. Her hand needs medical attention which he provides and gives something for the pain. Al asks him to leave. Alexa starts crying in Al's arms. Al tries to comfort her but all in vain. Alexa falls asleep when she is completely drained out of her energy.
In the office, Maggie finds out that Alexa has taken leave for the day. She is still too angry with Alexa to find out why. Meanwhile, Alexa drinks all day till she passes out.
The morning after two days, Alexa tries to take the day off again but she has been told that she cannot take the day off when they are so close to a deadline. She gets ready despite how much she detests it. She hides her dark circles with makeup. She changes the bandage on her hand. She looks presentable and hopes that no one will notice her red eyes under glasses.
Alexa has a meeting with the board of directors which means Maggie will be there too. She drinks a glass of wine before leaving.
Both Maggie and Alexa start dying internally when they see each other but hide it pretty well. Maggie notices Alexa's hand almost immediately. But chooses not to say anything.
"What happened to your hand?" One of the directors asked Alexa.
"Oh, I tried to cook. Burnt the house down. Barely made it alive," Alexa jokes. Everyone laughs. But Maggie knows that Alexa is lying. Again. After the meeting, Alexa doesn't even look at Maggie which makes her angrier.
"First she lies and now she is ignoring me!" Maggie shouts mentally.
After a few hours, Maggie comes down to the R&D department to find Alexa. She finds her talking to Lin.
"Dr. Scott I need to talk to you about something," Maggie says.
Alexa calls Lin and says to Maggie, "Ma'am, I have been absent for two days and need to catch up a lot. She can answer anything you need to know." Saying that Alexa goes as far away from Maggie as possible.
Lin asks, "Yes?"
"Never mind," Maggie says annoyed and leaves the room. Lin stands there staring confused at what just happened.
"That bitch!" Maggie slams the door when she enters her room. She dials Lilly to talk about this.
"Well, she might have another reason for lying. Technically she didn't lie. She just didn't tell anything and you assumed they were dead," Lilly says.
"Whose side are you on?" Maggie shouts on the phone.
"Calm down and think. You said you loved her. Aren't you a bit interested to save this?" Lilly asks.
As much as Maggie hates it she admits that Lilly makes a valid point. Lilly has always been the cool-headed between two of them.
After work, Maggie decides to go to Alexa's house. When no one answers the door, she decides to use her spare key. The smell of booze gives her a smack on the face when she enters the house. She finds Alexa sitting on the balcony staring at the pond. Tears are falling down uncontrollably from Alexa's eyes. It seems like as if something has sucked the life out of her. Seeing her in this state, Maggie's heart gets broken into million pieces. Maggie's footstep on the wooden floor startles Alexa.
"What are you doing here?" Alexa asks.
"We need to talk," Maggie says.
"Please leave!" Alexa says while turning her gaze again into the nothingness. 'A living corpse'- Maggie thinks.
"I'm not going to leave until you tell me the whole story," Maggie sits beside her. Alexa looks her in the eyes. Maggie is horrified to see that Alexa's eyes are blood red and her skin is pale like a ghost. There are noticeable dark circles under both of her eyes. Maggie knows that Alexa has been crying.
"Baby what's wrong? Please tell me!" Maggie begs Alexa. Maggie wraps Alexa in her arms. Alexa doesn't protest and falls on Maggie's arms unable to say anything. It feels like she is gathering the courage to talk which is taking her everything.
After about half an hour, Alexa starts talking, "I grew up in a very small town. The population was less than 1000. My family was strictly religious. When I came out to them as gay, I hadn't realized the extent they could go."
Maggie listens quietly. Alexa continues, "In a desperate attempt to convert me, they tied me up and let strange men rape me. They thought they were doing God's work. It went on for days. I was only 16 for God's sake," Alexa confesses with a very shaken voice and tears start rolling from her eyes.
Maggie is horrified at what she hears. Maggie holds her tight to let her know that she is safe.
Alexa continues again, "They tied me up like a caged animal. I even lost count how many men raped me. My sister, Kara, isn't my biological sister; she was a social worker. Luckily, she was visiting the town. When she heard about me, she tried to save me but failed a few times. Later, we somehow managed to escape. So you see why it bothers me."
Maggie is at loss of words. Alexa cannot even look up.
"Hey," Maggie pulls Alexa's chin up and says, "They didn't break who you are. You are still the strong independent woman whom I met at the conference. You have the power to destroy me and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you," Maggie says without breaking eye contact with Alexa and kisses her to make her know that she is still here for her. But it is hard to tell if Alexa is here anymore.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you anywhere near my past. And I also didn't want to go through it again," Alexa says with a shaken voice.
"You don't have to. You're not alone anymore," Maggie reassures Alexa. Alexa gives a weak smile but she is exhausted both mentally and physically. Thousands of knives are stabbing in Maggie's heart thinking of what Alexa went through and Alexa has a photographic memory which means she remembers everything clearly.
Maggie sees that Alexa's hand is bleeding again. She goes into the house in search of medicine and sees the broken mirror. It still has dried blood on it. She finds emptied anti-depressant bottles in the sink. Maggie finally breaks down in tears. She cannot believe what the person she loves has been through and she reminded her of the horror again. At the same moment, she also realizes what Alexa means to her. She is afraid that she might have lost Alexa forever.
Alexa finds Maggie after some time; sitting on the bathroom floor and sobbing. Alexa sits beside here and holds Maggie's hand gently.
"Baby, don't!" Alexa pulls Maggie in her arms.
"I'm so sorry baby. I could never imagine what you have been gone through," Maggie cries.
"I feel like a burden has lifted from my chest. I have never talked about it with anyone," Alexa says and means it. She feels relieved but also broken. It's very hard to explain.
CHAPTER 8:
Maggie makes Alexa take a shower while she prepares food. Alexa is still not done when the food is prepared. Maggie sees Alexa sitting naked in the corner of the shower. She strips off her clothes and steps in the shower. Alexa looks up.
"Let me," Maggie says taking the shampoo bottle in her hand. Alexa stands up holding Maggie. Maggie cleans Alexa without doing anything her libido wants her to do. 'This is not the time' Maggie tells herself. Alexa is just grateful that Maggie is there. After the shower, she sends Alexa to dry and turns on the cold water. It doesn't work like it's supposed to.
Maggie shifts beside Alexa. She can't sleep; not after what Alexa had told her. She finds it hard to imagine. She turns to face Alexa.
"Are you asleep?" Maggie whispers.
Alexa doesn't respond. Maggie raises her head to check and sees that Alexa's pillow under her eyes is wet.
"Lexie," Maggie says with a soothing voice touching Alexa's shoulder. Alexa turns to face her.
"I don't know how we move past this," Alexa says looking down at the sheet.
"Hey," Maggie says lifting Alexa's chin up.
"You don't have to worry about me. I told you that I love you and I mean it," her voice almost breaks up and she somehow manages it thinking Alexa wouldn't notice. However, it doesn't go unnoticed.
Alexa reaches to Maggie and kisses her, "I love you."
Alexa wakes up to see Maggie rushing around the room.
"Where's the fire?" Alexa asks confused.
"I'm late," Maggie says.
"Oh God, I'm late too," Alexa realizes the time.
"Yes," Maggie says with a straight face.
"Will race you to the office," Alexa pokes her tongue out and rushes to get ready.
Maggie knows Alexa well enough by now to know that Alexa is hiding her sorrows. Maggie only hopes that Alexa doesn't build a wall around her again.
Alexa and Lin are working at their stations. Maggie comes out of nowhere.
"Hi," Maggie whispers to Alexa hovering over her. Lin notices their exchange immediately.
"Hi!" Alexa says with a surprised tone. They are still not telling the world about them.
"I just wanted to check on you," Maggie whispers while caressing her face.
"You don't have to worry. Please breathe," Alexa reassures her.
Maggie smiles. "Now that you are here, please find an excuse to visit. You know.. this is work," Alexa points out.
"Oh sure," Maggie gets smacked by the reality. Truth is Alexa matters to her the most. She goes to talk to Mack anyway.
"She sure comes down here a lot lately," Lin says. She has noticed the exchange between Alexa and Maggie but chooses not to comment on it.
"She didn't before?" Alexa fakes a shocked voice.
"Never," Lin replies.
Alexa gets a text from Lilly in the afternoon.
"What are we doing for Maggie's birthday?" Lilly writes.
"I'm out of ideas," Alexa writes back.
"Are you joking? IT'S DAY AFTER TOMORROW!" Lilly shouts with capital letters.
"It's the weekend. Can we go somewhere?" Alexa says.
"Tell her that you need a break and would love a beach," Lilly writes.
"Why?" Alexa demands.
"Just do it," Lilly commands.
Alexa immediately texts Maggie, "I need a break. Can we go to somewhere like a beach and relax?"
"Your wish is my command," Maggie replies almost immediately.
"It's done. Where are we going?" Alexa texts to Lilly.
"You will see. You have to be quiet about this. Keep her busy and leave the planning to me," Lilly writes back.
The next morning Alexa wakes up alone in the bed. Today they are supposed to go on their trip. She wears a knee-length silk robe over her lingerie and goes to search for Maggie. She finds Maggie working on her laptop.
She walks over and says, "Good morning."
"Good morning," Maggie says without moving her eyes from the screen.
Alexa walks over to Maggie's side and spins the tool so they are facing each other. She sits on Maggie's lap wrapping her arms around Maggie and kisses very passionately.
"Good morning," Alexa says.
Maggie always forgets what she is doing when Alexa kisses her like that, "Good morning."
Alexa smiles and kisses her again. Maggie's hand travel through Alexa's ripped torso.
"Why is it when I see you both, I find you on top of each other?" Lilly says from behind which startled them both. Alexa quickly closes her robe.
"What are you doing here?" Maggie sounds annoyed.
"I just broke up with my boyfriend," Lilly says.
"What boyfriend?" Maggie starts interrogating. Alexa takes her coffee mug and takes a seat beside Lilly.
"Long story. Can I stay here for the day?" Lilly asks.
"Feel free. But we are leaving for two days," Maggie replies.
"Can I come along?" Lilly asks with a puppy face.
"No!" Maggie dismisses her request in a second.
"Please!" Lilly continues to make a puppy face.
"Can she come? Please?" Now Alexa asks with a puppy face.
"Fine!" Maggie says in defeat.
"So, what exactly happened between you two?" Lilly asks Maggie on the plane. Alexa has dozed off on Maggie's shoulder.
"Some misunderstandings," Maggie says without wanting to reveal everything.
"Tell me," Lilly pressures.
"Please understand that this is between us," Maggie answers.
"I get it. Don't worry," Lilly says reassuringly.
Alexa shifts and Maggie freezes trying not to wake her up.
Maggie and Alexa go on a walk on the beach after the evening. It's one of the private islands of Maggie's family.
"Stall her till 12," Lilly texts Alexa.
"Who was that?" Maggie asks.
"Just work," Alexa replies.
"Come I want to show you something," Maggie leads Alexa to a small wooden house.
The house feels cozy. Very different from the mansion on the island. There are lots of pictures of small kids.
"Is this you?" Alexa asks Maggie taking a photo frame.
"Yes."
"So chubby!" Alexa chuckles.
"I wasn't that chubby!" Maggie protests.
Maggie then shows Alexa some more photos of her childhood.
They have been in the house for a while. Maggie makes them tea. Alexa finds the taste odd.
She asks, "Why does it taste.."
"Different?" Maggie completes the sentence.
"It's from my grandmother's secret herbs. Good for hair, skin, and libido," Maggie says shyly sipping her tea.
Alexa gets the hint which makes her blush a little. Truth is, they have not touched each other since the breakup. Maggie treats Alexa as if she was made of glass after hearing about her past.
"Come on we should go," Maggie gets up after a while a bit frustrated.
Alexa holds her hand to stop her, "Can we stay a little longer?"
Maggie turns around to face her lover and Alexa gets up and kisses her. Alexa pushes her on the bed and rides on top of her. Kissing her, worshipping her.
Alexa puts her mouth on Maggie's collarbone. Her mouth starts exposing Maggie's bare chest. She pulls off Maggie's dress over her head. She then pulls the dress off herself. Their kiss is full of desire.
"Want to make this interesting?" Alexa asks with a mischievous spark in her eyes.
Maggie looks puzzled. Alexa gets up and finds whip cream. Maggie lies on her back after kicking off her lingerie. Alexa starts licking Maggie's skin with whip cream from her head to toe. Her tongue sets the firecrackers under Maggie's skin. She feels like as if she was going to have a spontaneous combustion. Alexa's fingers start working their magic inside of Maggie and her tongue is relentless on Maggie's clits. Maggie's fingernails injure Alexa's shoulder badly when she comes loudly. It takes a while to come her back to her senses. She opens her eyes to see Alexa's grey eyes gazing her full of lust.
"Sit on my face," she commands and Alexa happily obliges. Alexa sits on Maggie's face in a reverse cowgirl position and holds Maggie's hands on her thighs for support. Maggie licks Alexa's opening which earns her a moan. She thinks of something new. She thrusts her long tongue into Alexa which she had never done it before.
"Oh. My. God!" Alexa shouts loudly.
Maggie relentlessly keeps thrusting into Alexa. She never knew Maggie could do that and neither she had any idea that Maggie's tongue was this long. When she comes, she comes as loudly as she could and soaking Maggie in her juice which she swallows too happily.
Looking back at Maggie, Alexa looks in horror, "Did I?"
Maggie grins, "Yes you did baby. I love it."
Alexa says in surprise, "But I have never squirted!"
Maggie winks while wiping her face with a wipe, "I have that effect on you!"
CHAPTER 9:
Maggie sits on the bed wrapped up in the grey sheet leaning on the bed stand. Alexa lies on her lap also wrapped up in the sheet. Warm light makes the moment more magical filled with the smell of their lovemaking. Maggie strokes Alexa's hair, "I love you, you know that right?"
Alexa giggles, "I am not convinced yet. Convince me!"
Maggie giggles, "Oh God you are insatiable!"
Alexa's phone vibrates and Maggie looks at it annoyed.
"Who is troubling you at this hour?" Maggie cannot hide her annoyance.
"We should go," Alexa says.
"Why? We could sleep here,' Maggie suggests.
"I have to send a mail from my laptop," Alexa lies on her face and gets up hurriedly not be caught on the lie.
"Let's get a shower first," Maggie too gets up from the bed.
"We'll take shower when we get to the house," Alexa hurriedly dress up which Maggie finds odd. Maggie is sure that Alexa is not aware of her birthday. Maggie always throws a grand party but this time, she would rather be here in this island alone with Alexa.
Maggie enters first as Alexa takes the last few steps slowly. The house is dark. Lilly has probably gone to sleep. She turns on the light switch.
"Happy Birthday!" Everyone jumps from behind the couch which surprises Maggie. Maggie looks at Alexa who is grinning.
"Happy birthday baby," Alexa hugs her.
Even though Maggie would prefer to be alone here with her girl, seeing everyone makes her elated.
Mrs. Chan comes running to hug her daughter and everyone follows. Alexa stands behind leaving the center of attention for Maggie. Alexa happily watches Maggie being greeted by family and friends. Lilly comes to talk to Alexa.
"Thank you for keeping her busy," Lilly says with a grin and handing her a glass of champagne.
"I'm glad that you included me. She looks so happy," Alexa grins and looks in the direction of Maggie.
"You have something on your hair," Lilly touches the white creamy thing on Alexa's hair.
"Whip cream," Alexa says with a straight face.
"Ugh! I don't want to know! " Lilly pokes her tongue out in disgust and this makes Alexa laugh.
There are at least 50 people in the house. All are close to Maggie. Alexa doesn't recognize most of them but she is more relieved not seeing anyone from the office. She helps herself to the food area.
"Damn those legs!" Someone comments from behind. She turns around to see Jia.
"Hi. Nice to see you again," Alexa says.
"Likewise," Jia smiles broadly.
Meanwhile, Maggie sees their exchange and points their direction to Lilly.
"So, you two have met!" Lilly comes in between them. Jia doesn't even notice her.
"You were out all day. Had fun?" Jia asks too eagerly.
"Yeah," Alexa takes a sip from her drink.
"So what did you do?" Jia starts nagging.
"You know.. sightseeing. Talking about stuff," Alexa says.
"Were you discussing a recipe which requires whip cream?" Lilly starts teasing her sister's girlfriend. Alexa blushes all red and rolls her eyes. Jia understands and starts laughing too.
"Listen I am sorry for the last time," Jia says.
It makes Alexa confused. "Why?" she asks.
"You don't know?" Jia asks surprisingly.
"What don't I know?" Alexa confusion rises.
"Maggie was having a panic attack and wanted to find out if you would break her heart. So Jia tried to flirt with you," Lilly explains.
"Sounds so much better when you say it," Jia comments.
Alexa's mood falls. Her head takes it logically which made it sound reasonable. But her heart finds it difficult to be ok with. She looks at Maggie who also looks at her smiling but Alexa's face is without any expression. "Excuse me," she excuses herself from the current company and goes on the porch.
Maggie finds it a bit odd. She excuses herself from the people she was talking to and comes to talk to Lilly and Jia.
"What happened? What did you tell her?" Maggie asks them.
"Nothing," Jia answers.
"Not nothing. She knows about how you sent Jia after her," Lilly says while giving Jia an annoying stare.
"What the hell did you do? Why are you meddling in my relationship?" Maggie says trying to keep her calm. However, it's clear that she is angry. None of them answer.
Maggie goes to talk to Alexa who is sitting on the railing of the porch; drinking from her glass and staring into the sea.
"Hey!" Maggie says in a soothing voice. Alexa looks at her and says nothing.
"Are you mad?" Maggie asks.
"No," Alexa replies.
"Then you are entering into a vegetative state," Maggie comments and Alexa rolls her eyes.
"Why the hell don't you believe that I'm with you because I love you?" It's hard for Alexa to hide her annoyance.
"I do believe you. It's from before. You were being secretive and I panicked," Maggie confesses with guilt.
"So, you sent Ms. boobjob after me? It was never about your fucking money!" Alexa's voice gets a bit louder than she expected.
"You could trust me too," Maggie replies in the same manner.
"Well, I don't need to. You will just hire a P.I anyway," Alexa snaps.
"Ugh!" Maggie says in exasperation.
"It's time to cut the cake!" Mrs. Chan shouts from the inside. Maggie goes inside; Alexa follows her after a bit.
Everyone drags Maggie to the center. Alexa stands near the porch door; still annoyed. It takes 10 to 15 minutes to gather everyone. Mrs. Chan notices Alexa is standing far just before cutting the cake.
"Alexa, what are you doing there? Come here!" She comes and drags her by the elbow and makes her stand beside Maggie.
"Let's cut the cake!" Mrs. Chan urges.
Maggie cuts the cake and everyone sings "Happy Birthday " in unison.
Maggie feeds her parents the cake and her sister. Then she turns to Alexa and feeds her a piece of cake. Before Alexa could fully swallow it, Maggie grabs her by the waist and kisses her in front of everyone. Alexa is surprised and so is everyone.
"I thought you guys were keeping it a secret," Lilly comments later when they are alone.
"I thought so too!" Alexa still sounds surprised.
"Oh enough with the secrets already!" Maggie says.
Maggie then takes Alexa's hand and says, "we need to talk."
Maggie leads her to the porch and sits on the railing holding Alexa's both hands.
"Listen. I am sorry. I never felt like this and it scared me," Maggie confesses looking into her eyes.
"Felt like what? Chased by a gold digger?" Alexa says in annoyance.
Maggie rolls her eyes and says, "Loved. I don't think I knew what love was before you came into my life." The sentence softens Alexa's face.
So, Maggie continues, "When I first saw you, I don't know why I was drawn to you. Then we were together and all I could think about was you. I knew that I had given you the power to destroy me and it scared me." Maggie's eyes tear up while confessing. It also brings tears to Alexa's eyes and she kisses her girl like the world doesn't even exist at the moment.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Mag. I love you. More than you know," Alexa says looking into Maggie's eyes.
"And I know it's too much for you; to be around people right now. But you did it for me. It means a lot to me. Thank you," Maggie says wiping her eyes.
"I am fine. Don't worry," Alexa says.
Maggie puts her right hand on Alexa's heart area and says, "Baby, you don't have to pretend with me!"
It tears up Alexa again; this time in the opposite way. Alexa looks at the water to hide it. Maggie touches Alexa's chin gently which makes her face Maggie.
"You have me now!" Maggie squeezes Alexa in her arms.
"You have me and you are safe now!" Maggie says again more soothingly and Alexa buries her nose in Maggie's chest.
CHAPTER 10:
"Whoo trouble!" Jia comments as she, Alexa and Lilly are chatting beside the bar. Lilly looks as if she is constipated. Alexa sees Maggie across the room who is talking to someone.
"Uh, what?" Alexa looks confusingly at them
"She is Rose; a friend of Maggie's," Lilly points to the woman Maggie is talking to.
"Yeah right!" Jia scoffs.
"What are you not telling me?" Alexa asks them.
They both give each other the known stare.
"Come on!" Alexa now pressures them to spill.
"She and Maggie were close," Lilly says with a complete poker face.
"How close?" Alexa's inside turns upside down.
"They were together," Jia provides the information Alexa was not hoping for.
"Oh!" Alexa swallows. Her heart starts pounding.
"And?" Alexa asks in a very low voice.
"She is the first serious relationship of Maggie," Jia says.
Lilly lightly slaps her arm. "What?!" Jia asks and Lilly rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, Alexa finishes her wine at once.
"That's it! I'm going to intervene," Alexa says after getting the liquid courage.
"Wai wai wait.. hold on," they both stop her by her arms.
"What?"
"Intervene when you are not drunk," Lilly suggests.
"I am not!" Alexa protests.
"Probably this is a good idea," Jia comments approvingly. She fixes Alexa's hair.
"Just give your damn perfect hair flip," Lilly says.
"And, open a button. no two buttons," Jia says as they are both trying to make her look seductive.
"Damn how many scratches you got on your shoulder? And there's also a love bite. Looks new," Jia comments, "Maybe exposing the hickey is a good idea."
"All ok? Can I go now?" Alexa asks and they both nod in agreement.
"There you are!" Alexa says drunkenly to Maggie.
Alexa comes near and kisses Maggie exposing her hickey which makes Rose feel awkward.
"Meet Alexa," Maggie says to Rose.
"The girlfriend," Alexa adds wrapping her arm protectively around Maggie's waist.
Rose smiles and says, "I am Rose. A friend."
"Nice to meet you," Alexa says.
"Likewise. As I was saying, Maggie, I have to leave. See you later," Rose leaves the room hurriedly.
"What was that about?" Maggie asks.
"What was what?" Alexa asks pretending not to know what she is talking about.
"Oh my God! Are you jealous?" Maggie asks too happily.
"I don't get jealous!" Alexa brushes her off.
"You are!" Maggie points out the obvious.
"No!" Alexa hurries to the porch so she wouldn't get more embarrassed. However, Maggie follows her. She sits on the couch with a cushion on her lap. Maggie sits on her knees facing Alexa.
"Admit it you are jealous!" Maggie is adamant. Maggie is grinning ear to ear at this revelation which makes Alexa admitting it.
"So maybe I was!" Alexa grins and blushes at the same time.
"I see what you did there!" Maggie says as her fingers stroke through Alexa's too revealing cleavage and also on her hickey. Maggie gets up on her knees and kisses Alexa cupping her face with her both hands.
Mr. Chan and Mrs. Chan are watching both Maggie and Alexa through the window.
"Look at her. She is so happy!" Mrs. Chan comments.
"That she is," Mr. Chan comments as they see them chatting; laughing.
"You still don't approve?" she asks her husband.
"I didn't. Then I did something that I had no right to," he says.
"What did you do?" she asks in shock.
"I hired a P.I.," he says looking embarrassed in front of his wife.
She gasps. "Is this why they broke up?" she asks.
"I think so," he answers remorsefully.
"You should have consulted me!" She becomes angry.
"Now I don't know how to face any of them!"
"What was in on it?" she asks. Then he tells her everything he knew from a later investigation.
The horror in Mrs. Chan's face is hard to hide.
Alexa is sitting alone on the porch. Someone dragged Maggie away. The view of the ocean at night seems so peaceful. She gets lost in the sound of the waves. It is probably around 2 in the morning.
"May I sit?" Mrs. Chan asks. Mr. Chan is standing beside her.
Alexa gets a little startled. "Yes, please."
"How are you darling? I didn't get the chance to catch up," Mrs. Chan says fondly.
"Things are great," Alexa says. She feels a little uptight around Mr. Chan.
"Please, you can relax. We are family here," he reassures her.
"I was looking for ways to apologize to you," he says again.
"I am sorry. I don't follow," Alexa sounds puzzled.
"For what I did. Hiring a P.I to investigate your private life which I had no right to," he says remorsefully.
"Oh," Alexa dodges a bullet. She couldn't understand why Maggie would do this. Now things have become clear.
"You are like my daughter. Please forgive me," he apologizes and he means it. Maggie's parents try to read Alexa's face. After a pause, Alexa smiles and says, "it's all over now."
"I am glad that you are here," Mr. Chan gives an approving smile which means a lot to Alexa given her issues with her own parents.
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Okay, this is my first submitted story on Yiffstar so be kind in your reviews hehe... I would love some really constructive critism and some feedback. Remember this is only the intro basically just introducing the world I've had in my head for awhile now. Hope you people enjoy it.
"I don't know why they are acting like this...why they are watching me, why they are looking at me as if I all these...things were by my hand."
The image on the monitor shimmered slightly as the waves of static often found on low quality videotapes rolled up the screen. After a moment of pause from the person on the screen the picture went back to normal just in time for the wolf to lean forward, his hands folded in his laps, his eyes showing fear and confusion. He began to speak again "It...it wasn't me, I swear it wasn't!" his voice was soft as he spoke; the wolf sounded broken, lost, unable to find himself or to find any meaning to anything other than his paranoia. As you listen to his soft voice you start to realize that this obsession of his has been bogarting his thoughts for a long time now, but something about it seemed like he still thought these developments were brand new. Questions rolled about in your mind as you continued to watched, enthralled by what the wolf was saying. You wondered who he was, what was his story, and more importantly why he disappeared without a trace.
"I'm not crazy!" the anonymous wolf suddenly shouted out, making you jump in your seat and pause the video for just a moment. Your heartbeat raced for just a couple of seconds, your hand instinctively moving back to the play button when you had calmed down. The wolf continued from where he had paused, his expression looking as if he had just been slapped and was growling at the offender, teeth bared, his claws digging into his flesh and making blood stain his dirtied gray fur. "Anyone who says I am is lying through their teeth. I saw them! I saw those things and they did too!" the wolf was being awfully vague, but his eyes showed true fear. Another growl came from the canine before he slammed a fist into the wall of the small room he was in. Another brief pause as he gave a small whimper, the image darkened, then brightened, copies of it rolled along the screen as the video seemed to be trying to find where it was again.
You took this moment to examine the room he was in. It was very small, probably a bedroom, and had candles lit all around the area. Some of them had burned down to the wick, others were just starting to melt. You finally noticed that he was sitting on a bed, a nameplate infront of it saying "Morgan D. Langer" but you couldn't tell if the wolf owned the bed or if he was 'borrowing' it. Your lookabout was interrupted by the wolf picking up the camera, bringing it close to him as if to let you see right into his eyes which were a dull gray."Whoever finds this tape, please know that I am innocent, I'm not dead or at least not yet." You gave an instinctive blink at this, was the video you found the wolf's hope of someone finding him? "Follow the smell, look at the wind, please we're not too late they can be stopped." What was the wolf talking about? A soft hiss of wind was heard and the candles blew out from around the room, leaving the only vision to be seen as the wolf's eyes. They looked desperate, something flashing out of the side of them as a reflection but the wolf didn't seem to notice anything. "Please...find me, it will start soon and I can help fight them." A soft swoosh sound was heard "Shit! The light, the light hurts them." He was panicing now, something was deathly wrong. "Don't be fooled, anyone can b--" a soft, girlish giggle interrupted him. A black, whispy hand covered his eyes from view "Ah!" he was pulled back onto, no, into the bed as the camera fell and the lens shattered causing the image to be seperated into several parts but one could easily make out a pair of white glowing eye-like shapes. Another giggle was heard.
"We'll be waiting..." the tape ended there. Someone shut it off leaving you guessing just what the hell happened there. Slowly you took the tape out of the video player, your heart thumping hard in your chest as you put the tape on your desk. Some people were going to have to explain a lot of things to you now. That was it, you thought, you had to get answers. You stood up in your office chair, walking towards the door and turning off the light. A sudden shudder went up your spine, causing you to look around for a moment. Nothing was there but you normal stuff. With a soft chuckle you would dismiss it as an effect just like what would happen after watching too many horror films. You felt a soft breeze along your face, the air started to smell of roses and lilac as well as something...not of this earth. You couldn't put your finger on what it was but you had to follow it, walking slowly until you found the scent was coming from a closet. You shakily put your hand on the handle and open the door.
"Oh good another playmate" you screamed as you felt arms wrapping around you and everything fell into darkness.
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The Shadows -Intro- by Nil Serahk
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*This story belongs to my growing series: 1000 Words: Picture Stories. If a picture is worth a thousand words, can I paint a scene with the same limitation? The stories in this folder are self-contained, and not interrelated, other than the requirement that they contain exactly 1000 words.*
The final test to join Alpha Gamma Rho was behind that door. We had to do something embarrassing on camera, to be kept in "The Vault", the fraternity's safe. We were supposed to trust our new brothers completely, though I suspected the leaders also liked the leverage the tapes gave them. Step out of line and end up on Youtube!
I'd whispered to a few of the other students pledging. One guy had confided in me that he'd had to dress in women's clothing and masturbate for the camera. Embarrassing, but certainly worth it to get into Alpha Gamma Rho!
Besides, I'd already been through too much to turn back now. I almost got frostbite from standing naked in the freezer with two others. If we hadn't cuddled up, we would've frozen for sure! For the second test, I wasn't allowed to sleep for two days straight.
Now I walked down the stairs of the chapter house, tired and ready for my last test. I just hoped it wasn't the goat...
I opened the door and stepped quickly in, but my heart sank. The dark room was almost empty, except for a lightbulb that illuminated three things: a video camera, a table, and a goat, looking up at me and chewing on something.
Why me!? The goat's name was Sheila, and she'd been paraded around in front of the recruits on the first day. One of the recruits, they'd said, would have to "ride the goat". We'd all chuckled nervously at the time. They were just trying to scare us!
I closed the door behind me, looking around for anything to suggest a joke. But there was nothing in the room but me, the camera, and Sheila chewing its cud. They weren't serious!
What if they didn't think I was Alpha Gamma Rho material, and gave me this test to weed me out? Or maybe this was what it took to prove my loyalty. Either way, I wasn't going to back out now. If they thought Sheila would scare me off, they were dead wrong. I was going to leave this room a full member.
I grabbed the camera. Swallowing, I pressed record, and placed it on the table, facing the goat. Sheila was about the size of a large dog, with curly white fur covering its body. The tape was running, and I didn't want to waste any time, so I knelt next to the goat. To my surprise, Sheila turned away from me, lifting its stubby tail.
At least she was really a she! Beneath her little tail was a small, pink opening, protruding slightly from the rest of her rump, looking wet and puffy. Beneath her swayed a large udder. Thank god I'd hooked up with a girl my last week of high school, or I'd have to lose my virginity to a goat! Gently I touched Sheila's cunt, but she just bleated and looked back at me. If I was going to fuck her, I needed to get hard.
I slid down my pants, making sure the camera was on me and the goat. I damn sure wasn't doing this again, so I was going to get this all in one take. Then I closed my eyes and began rubbing, thinking about my fling back home. In no time I was ready.
Well, here goes. I swivilled Sheila's hips at an angle so the camera would get a clear shot. Then I placed my tip up against her cunt. This was the grossest thing I had ever contemplated, but I had to do it. I gritted my teeth, and penetrated the second pussy of my life.
I slid right between her warm, wet lips. Then, Sheila lost it, bleating and bucking her hips. I wasn't ready at all. I had to hang onto her, so I leaned forward and pulled her hips back, and suddenly she was a white blur spasming on the end of my cock. She was so much tighter than my first time.
I lost it right with her. Her squealing thrusts drove me crazy, and I just started humping her. I just made sure the camera could see everything, and then I went to town, moaning and filling her tight cunt. I'd never felt so good! I leaned over her back and reached around to grab her huge teats, tugging on them as I fucked her. I wanted it to last forever, but I couldn't last long in that wet inferno. I pushed all the way into her shuddering cunt, and my balls let go with everything.
Shivering, I pulled out of her, jumping for the camera to hit "stop". God, I hoped they couldn't tell how much I'd enjoyed that! Either way, I'd done my part. Sheila stood there bleating, tail raised, cum running down her rump. No one would doubt he'd actually fucked the goat!
All that was left was delivering the tape.
I stood up, patting Sheila on the head and pulling up my boxers. I wondered idly where they kept her the rest of the school year, in case I wanted to see her again. What was I saying!? Shaking my head clear, I left her in the room and started up the stairs.
At the top step, our chapter president stood smiling, offering his hands. I placed the camera firmly in his left hand and shook his right.
"Congratulations," he said. "You're now a full member, assuming the tape checks out. I hope Sheila wasn't too much trouble."
"No, sir," I said, holding back my disgust.
"Some of our previous pledges have said it's hard to get her in the poses we required, especially the one where you pretend you're banging her. The most important one!"
Confused, I said, "Pretend...? What poses?"
"The poses, in the letter on the table?"
What did he mean, pretend I'm banging her?
There wasn't any letter!
Oh.
Oh, wait.
That's what she had been eating when I walked in the door.
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1000 Words: Riding the Goat by Thakur
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The Risk is the Reward by Duffin Caprous
Jayson smiled and waved as his parents made their way out of the driveway on their way to visit his father's mother. The rabbit had not wanted to go with his parents, knowing he had a lot to do before summer vacation was over. Being that he was 18, they had decided to let him stay home alone. Once they had driven away, he leaped in excitement and ran into the house. The bunny had just turned 18 and he intended to enjoy his week without parental supervision.
He tossed off his clothes as he walked into his bedroom and headed for the shower. Glancing in the mirror, the bunny saw his short, slim body. His fur was tan with darker tanned spots dotting his body along with one large splotch on his left pectoral. He looked more like he was 15 or 16, but knew that eventually he would hit his growth spurt. Or, rather, he'd hoped he would. The youth quickly showered, cleaning himself off and resisting the urge to touch himself in ways other than cleaning. He had other plans for that.
It didn't take long for him to feel a bit hungry. Being that his parents had left him a hundred dollars for the week, he decided to make his way to a local fast food burger place. He made his way into his car and relished in the freedom of driving somewhere without his parents asking him where he was going. He also felt his heart flutter as an idea came to his head. Within about ten minutes, the bunny made his way to the restaurant and walked in, smiling a little to the fellow lapine behind the counter. The worker looked less than happy.
"Welcome to Bucky Burger, how can I help you?" he asked as if he'd spoken the words at least three hundred times already that day.
"Um"a number one, please," he replied softly and paid for his food. It was brought out quickly, which obviously meant that it had been sitting under a heat lamp. That was alright, though, he wasn't sure how much he would eat. Taking the tray of food, the bunny made his way furthest from anyone in the restaurant, close to the bathrooms which were around the corner. Across from his table was a row of windows that looked out to the parking lot.
Jayson glanced around and unwrapped his burger before beginning to eat it. His heart started to beat even faster as his free paw began to slip beneath the table. His fingers teased over the fly of his jeans, rubbing there slowly as his eyes darted around. He continued to eat without even realizing. His mind was focused on his excitement and fear as he started to pull the zipper down.
SLAM!
Jayson nearly jumped out of his seat. He did, indeed, drop his burger onto the tray as he looked quickly to the bathrooms. In his excitement, he had failed to notice the yellow bathroom cart sitting in front of the female's bathroom. A Bucky Burger employee had let the door slam behind him as he left, making his way back to the front of the restaurant.
His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. The bunny chickened out and quickly began to eat his burger and fries. His paw didn't go back down. Indeed, he made a show to no one in particular that both hands were well above his waist by holding onto the burger with both paws.
Once finished, he walked back to his car and got in, his heart still pounding. He felt disappointed in himself for not going through with his plan and even felt embarrassed for not noticing the obvious yellow cart. He then realized that he was very hard in his jeans and it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable.
The excitement was getting to him and Jayson knew that Bucky Burger wasn't enough. He needed something else. Turning the key in the ignition, an idea came to him and he drove off home to get a few things. Soon, Jayson had returned to the car with a blue duffle bag. The bunny set it on the passenger seat and swallowed at what he was planning, hoping he wouldn't chicken out again. He drove to the mall and pulled into the parking lot, taking the duffle bag with him as he made his way inside.
Being that it was Sunday, the mall was pretty busy. That fact made Jayson very nervous, but it thrilled him even more. Nevertheless, he wandered around the mall, scoping the place out before passing a certain bathroom a few times. He noticed that not as many went into that one as went into the others. With a quick glance around, he walked in, quickly going into the handicap stall and locking the door. His chest was pounding so hard, he almost felt sick, but he was resolved to do what he had planned to do. His paw crept down to rub at his obvious arousal, the bunny shivering a little. His long tan ears were perked high to listen for the slightest noise as he pulled the zipper down, tugging out his hard pink erection. His shaft was a modest size at about five and a half inches long, not exactly the biggest of bunny-kind. His soft paw stroked himself in the stall, feeling very nervous. He let out a soft moan and felt himself getting bolder. He quickly pulled his shirt off and put it in the duffle bag, letting his free paw rub over his slim chest and stomach as his paw slid up and down his slick arousal.
Jayson bit his bottom lip and whimpered softly, letting out a surprised gasp as the door opened, doing his best not to jump or feel paranoid. There was no reason for the fur that had just entered to suspect what he was doing. The bunny shivered and listened as the male stood before a urinal and relieved himself. His paw began to slide up and down again, the bunny feeling quite a thrill at masturbating while someone else was in the room.
Once the male walked out, Jayson swallowed hard and used his free paw to pop the button on his jeans. They immediately fell to the ground and he stepped out of them. Without thinking, he kicked the lumped denim under the stall and across the bathroom floor to rest underneath the row of sinks. Now he would need to walk all the way over there with no pants on to get re-dressed. The lapine blushed deeply at that thought and hoped that if anyone else came in, that they wouldn't notice them.
Feeling his excitement grow, the boy's paw jerked at his cock harder, pre leaking from the tip now that he was completely naked in a public bathroom. His paw rested on the door of the stall as he jerked off, letting out quiet noises as he tried to remain silent. Without realizing it, he soon felt his fingers turning the latch on the handicap stall. It swung open of its own volition and while no one would see him in there if they simply walked in, he would need to reach pretty far out to pull the big door closed again and someone would surely notice a shirtless bunny frantically reaching for the door.
Another nauseating thrill entered his stomach as he bit his lip hard. First, he stuck a foot out of the stall hesitantly as if something would come and chop off whatever came out of the stall. In reality, he had this fear that as soon as he left the stall, someone would walk in. The whole time, the bunny's paw slid up and down on his stiff bunnycock, pre slickening his shaft. His other footpaw stepped out of the stall, bringing the rest of his body with it. He was in full view of the door now. There would be no time to react if someone threw the door open. They would see him jerking off naked in the middle of the bathroom.
He walked further out into the bathroom itself, letting out quiet moans as his paw slide over his throbbing cock. He felt exposed and vulnerable in the middle of the room. Any moment someone could come barging in. It started to become more apparent by every passing second. His paw sped up and he let out a whimper as he felt himself tipping over the edge. He jerked his hips into his paw as streams of bunny cum shot out and splattered onto the sink counter, leaving him panting heavily.
All too soon, he regained his senses and quickly ducked down to grab his jeans and rush back into the stall. Just as the latch locked, the bathroom door opened. Jayson nearly felt himself pass out at how close he came to being caught. This time, the person who walked in entered the stall right beside him. He quickly pulled his pants on and heard a shrill whistle and then three taps of a foot. The bunny blinked a little and heard it again.
He realized that the sound was coming from the male in the next stall over. He heard the foot tap three more times and without thinking, the bunny returned the three taps. Soon, there was some rustling and he saw the male's knees come into view under the stall as well as his opened fly. All the bunny saw was a dark brown-furred sheath to match the rest of the brown body.
Jayson's eyes went wide as he realized what the male had been doing. He heard a grunt come from behind the stall which made him swallow. He wasn't gay, but he was still feeling extremely horny and"he'd never had sex, so"how would he know for sure, unless"
The young bunny slowly went to his knees with quite a blush on his face. His small, soft paw slide out to grasp the thickening sheath tentatively. He knew what felt good on him, so he figured that he would do the same for the gentleman in the other stall. His eyes widened as the shaft grew to nearly twice the size of his, which made him blush a little in shame.
His paw began to slide up and down the hard black cock. He started to get that excited feeling in the pit of his stomach again as his paw worked over the male quickly, trying to help him before someone else came in. The male apparently had a hair trigger and soon the dick twitched in Jayson's paw. Cum spurted across the floor, landing in the bunny's lap. He gasped softly as he saw the cum land across his pant leg.
Without a word, the male pulled back, zipped up, and walked out leaving Jayson with a messy paw and cum on his pants. Through all of that, he noticed that he was hard once again. It wasn't so much the male's cock, but the thrill of doing it in such a public place. This wasn't enough either"he needed something else; something even more thrilling.
After cleaning off his paw and trying to clean as much of the cum from his pants as he could, Jayson grabbed his duffle bag and left the mall. He could swear that everyone was looking at him, knowing what he had just done. No police came to arrest him and no mothers hit him with handbags screaming about how he corrupted their children, so he was safe as he made his way to his car.
The bunny felt exhilaration like he'd never felt before. He knew what he needed to do, where he needed to go"he started the car and drove out of the parking lot. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants as he drove, feeling excitement like he'd never felt before. He drove the car up a long wooded drive. A sign was posted at the entrance naming the place as Oak Wood Park. He loved this park. It was secluded and very wooded. The bunny left the car and took his duffle bag with him, starting to walk down a particular trail., noting a few cars parked in the same lot as him.
He was instantly surrounded by trees, but the trail was clearly marked. The incline slowly increased and he was soon sweating on the warm summer day. Jayson felt the rocks and twigs under his bare feet as he made his way along the trail, enjoying the sights and sounds even as his excitement grew. He could see the flowing creek a few hundred feet down from the side of the hill he stood on and started to make his way down a slightly grownver trail. He had found the trail a few years ago. He hadn't taken into account that it had recently rained, however, and lost his footing. The bunny yelped out as he slipped in a muddy patch, sliding all the way down the inclined trail. Once he reached the bottom, he had reaches a meadow of grass.
Jayson slowly got up. He wasn't hurt, but his back and butt were slicked with mud. Oddly, though, he didn't mind. It was kind of exciting to be dirty in that way. He felt that odd flutter in his stomach and walked toward the creek. He had planned for a naked swim in the creek, but he gasped as his foot sunk up to his knees in mud.
The bunny felt the wet mud ooze between his toes as he stepped down and easily lost his balance. Falling forward, he instinctively put his paws out to catch himself. This was futile, of course, as his paws sunk completely into the soft mud and he ended up falling on his face anyway, his front completely mucky now. Jayson gasped and quickly wiped the mud from his eyes and mouth, looking down at himself.
Shit, now what was he going to do? It was just then that he felt an odd pleasure from being completely covered in mud. Without thinking, he tugged his shirt off and tossed it off into the woods willy-nilly. He dug his paws down into the mud and brought it up toward his chest, smearing it over. A shivery moan left his lips at how amazingly kinky and dirty he was being. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged his legs out of the mud, tossing the jeans without thinking. Quickly, the bunny sunk his legs back in the mud and pushed his hips against it. The boy's shaft sank into the soft mud, making him moan out suddenly. He bit his lip hard and shuddered as he started to hump into the mud.
It didn't take long for the over-excited bunny to shoot his load into the mud, his eyes fluttering a little. He felt the mud beginning to dry on his body and pushed himself out of the mud-bank. He looked around, realizing that he hadn't even bothered to make sure no one was around before his little dirty foray. Satisfied that he wasn't being watched, the lapine jumped into the water. It was a little cold, but he needed to wash the mud off. He cleaned the mud off as he best could and got out of the water, looking to his duffle bag. It was either now or never, so he walked over to the bag and swallowed. Grabbing it, the bunny walked up to a large tree with many overhanging branches. He swallowed nervously and bent down to look into the bag.
Inside the bag were some of the bondage supplies he had managed to buy with his part time job and sneak past his parents. Included were some cuffs, rope, what looked like a pulley system, and some electronic devices. It took a little prep work, but he soon had a rope tied around a thick low-hanging branch about ten feet off of the ground. The pulley was tied to the rope just beneath the branch and a strong leather strap with metal eyeholes every couple inches was slipped through, allowing him to do what he planned.
First, he pulled out what appeared to be a box. It was, in actuality, a small electronic safe. The bunny swallowed nervously and began to buckle the ankle cuffs designed for prolonged suspension. He closed both padlocks, locking the cuffs to his ankles and set the keys in the open box. He went to work on his wrist cuffs as well. Soon they were locked on, the keys added to the box. The box had a hole through the top where he could tie a piece of rope. That rope was then tied around the ankle cuff to ensure he would not lose the box and that it wouldn't be in the way. Biting his lower lip nervously, the bunny wrapped the leather strap around the middle of the ankle cuff and locked it in place through two eyeholes. Again, the key went into the safe. To make things easier, he put the last key into the safe as well and closed it.
The bunny's stomach fluttered again, knowing he would soon have no escape. Luckily this part of the park was rarely visited. He gripped the end of the leather strap and began to pull. He felt his feet rising into the air. Using all of his strength, he pulled, feeling everything slide smoothly through the pulley. His naked butt left the ground and soon his shoulders left the ground. He pulled until he was about a foot from the ground. It was pretty difficult pulling his own dead weight up off of the ground, but he finally managed it. Holding onto the strap, he used his free paw to close the lock into two eyeholes, locking him up in the air.
The safe dangled against his knee. He'd need to work a little to get at it. The safe worked by remaining locked until the specified time had passed. It was possible to set a maximum amount of time and have the safe randomly set a time for you within that maximum timeframe. This is the setting Jayson chose. He hit the green start button, enabling the system. He was shivering. This was it, he was stuck. There was only one thing left"he brought his paws back behind his back. It took a little work, but he soon heard a click as the wrist cuffs locked together, enabling the second of his electronic devices.
The cuffs worked in much the same manner as the safe. Once locked, they would remain that way until the randomly selected time was reached. Jayson had set the maximum time to twenty minutes. He would be locked in place for at most that long, unable to play with himself as he so desperately wanted to. Looking up at the safe's LCD screen, he gasped. It was blank, only a power light to indicate that it was still on. He then realized that he'd accidentally chosen to not be told how much time was left. True, he had chosen only an hour as the maximum, but"there was no way for him to know when he would be released.
The bunny struggled a little and blushed deeply. Everything was strong and firmly in place. He wasn't going anywhere. All the while, the male's cock was almost painfully hard and drooling precum onto his chin. Jayson tugged at his paws and suddenly found himself wondering how he could have possibly done this.
He couldn't even imagine the humiliation of being found in this situation. The blood began to rush to his head slowly as he hung upside down from the tree. He squirmed in his bonds and felt a thrill at being so utterly exposed with no way to stop it. He let out a whimper of frustration as he waited for the wrist cuffs to release him, then gasped suddenly as he heard leaves rustling. Maybe it was a feral animal. Someone began to whistle as well and he bit his lip hard. It was no feral. The bunny tugged hard at his bands, but it was no use. There was no way he would be able to get down, get his clothes back on, and escape before whoever it was saw him.
His heart was fluttering and nearly beating out of his chest before he heard a voice of surprise say, "Well"what have we here?"
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is a little something that popped into my head last night that I wrote in two hours. I am planning on a second chapter to this, but it likely won't turn into a series. I want to apologize to everyone who's been waiting for the next chapter of Pizza Party (if anyone even remembers it), but life has been keeping me unmotivated. I hope that with me cranking this story out so quickly that I can get back in my groove. As always, let me know what you think!
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Celeste was always an affectionate woman from the time she was very young. In the time since she had a chance to settle down out of her wilder streaks, and after all that had happened to her in life, she had grown to be a bit lonesome. That changed in late 2006.
Quite some eventful months ago, she found a website spotlighting a young visionary that was provoked to offer hugs, free of charge, to our very impersonal, busy as beavers society. In the dynamic and motivating video broadcasted on the internet with a background soundtrack that was vitally liberating, the venturing protagonist carried a crude sign offering free hugs to anyone open minded and daring enough to take him up on his risk-free offer. People slowly warmed to his cuddly nature. Eventually, he was faced with the unfortunate scourges of persecution and short-sighted intolerance -- and was escorted and banished from the outdoor mall. After a popularized petition grew to epic proportions, the free-hugs campaign spread like wildfires across Australia, North America, and the globe with thunderous fanfare.
Free time has not been in a premium for Celeste, but she always meant to launch a local chapter of free hugs when she had a tick tock or two of free time. At Christmas, she leapfrogged with a new friend up to Toronto to wreak her own brand of havoc on somebody else's stomping grounds for a refreshing change. While in the bowels of downtown Toronto -- in the epicenter of consumerism and avarice -- they were pleasantly surprised to encounter fifteen spirited members of the organization. Celeste got a pre-emptive introduction to the empowering sensations of a lavish excess of hugs on that wondrous day.
So when her friend decided they should offer free hugs in January, she took her up on her inviting offer. Celeste very rarely turned down an offer to play the fool for a day. They crafted their free hugs signage, adorned with a flamboyant flourish of sparklies and glitter, and trudged off to the mall. They were inundated almost immediately.
There were skittish and bashful hugs when the would-be hugger thought they were being observed by judgmental bystanders; or a few uninspired hugs accompanied with a pat on the back. There were the "lemming" hugs when friends of would-be embracers decided they needed a hug too -- even if their hugging needs were aroused by the pressure of their peers. There were those leaning, fearful of proximity hugs ("pecks on the chest") which diminished as more and more curious patrons observed the kerfuffle. There were quite a few hugs accompanied with a kiss on the cheek or the top of her head which unwittingly moved Celeste and she broke into fits of silliness and even song. There were a few hugs from the kiddies too and in one case she got to hug a little girl's cushiony, velveteen teddy bear (the "Pookie" hug). There were confiding hugs where she was held tight while they whispered into her ears their humorous banter and giggles, their encouragement, or their insightful discourse. There were short lived hugs or sustained embraces one of them just didn't want to bring to a grinding halt. There were the uplifting or swinging hugs where one of the huggers was hoisted from the ground spun into dizzy submission.
By the end of that day, Celeste had the science of the hug all figured out and there was so much instruction to be done on the enrapturing magnitude of the hug, the innate dependence on hugs, and the societal need for the proliferation of the hug in our daily lives. Hugs heal. Hugs cause smiles and wipe away sorrows. Hugs bind. Hugs revive. Hugs redeem. Hugs speak volumes of words. Hugs say hello. Hugs say goodbye. Hugs say I'm sorry. Hugs say I forgive you. Hugs slow us down -- and can make a moment seem to last an eternity. Hugs open minds. Hugs are the bestest reminders that we all need someone to care if only for a fleeting moment in time -- and can offer the same gesture when and if it is required of us. If Celeste ever turns down a hug from anybody, you'll know her heart is dead.
In the midst of this kerfuffle, Celeste spotted a woman who she loosely recognized. She watched the mysterious woman, approximately her same age, viewing the spectacle from afar. The woman was obviously leery to approach.
Celeste, on the other hand, possessed virtually no strains of tempered bashfulness. She never stopped herself from doing something in the spur of the moment. It would never be in her nature. Besides, this woman was stunning.
Celeste had for many years consigned herself to the exclusive love of women. While it had not always worked in her favor, and she had spent many years alone because of her unorthodox choices in the bedroom, she was predominantly content with her choices. She often wandered in parks, beaches, malls, and places where women would collect for her own admiration. Not that they knew Celeste was looking. She was usually discreet.
In this case, during a brief hiatus from her duties, she wandered in a bee line straight for the curious onlooker. The look on her face was precious as Celeste approached. Almost completely spooked, the woman turned to flee.
Celeste -- "You've been watching for hours. I'm surprised you're running away now that I'm coming over to give you what you probably deserve."
Onlooker -- "I'm sorry if I was staring. I was waiting for a friend that is dreadfully late. I think he has his own conception of time."
Celeste -- "Typical man. Stereotypical even."
Celeste lifted one hand in the air. Then the other. Shaking them in jazz hands. The innocent bystander just giggled.
Onlooker -- "Maybe I was a little curious."
Celeste -- "Yes, I believe maybe a little more than a little."
Onlooker -- "Maybe a smidge more than a little."
Celeste -- "Enough to give me a hug now?"
Onlooker -- "Maybe just one."
Celeste leapt into her arms and squeezed the woman tightly.
Celeste -- "I've got you now and I'm not letting go. Bwahahahaha."
The mysterious woman just giggled incessantly and squeezed Celeste's body to her own. She had never been hugged by a stranger like this. She remarked to herself that she liked the feeling of Celeste's hugs.
Celeste -- "Since your absent minded friend didn't bother to pencil you in, would you care to spend a few tick tocks with me and my friend? I think you might enjoy yourself for the rest of the afternoon. After all, what were you gonna do now? Go shopping?"
Onlooker -- "Yes I thought I might go down to the Victoria Secrets store so I could tempt a new friend back into my life since my absentminded friend didn't bother to pencil me in properly."
Celeste -- "Lucky new friend. Winks Tell you what, after a little while, I'll come along with you. Might be fun to go shopping with someone so inclined to entice her friends with slinky negligees and revealing underclothes. Game? By the way, what's your name?"
The onlooker paused for a moment. Celeste was fun and she kept her little secret to herself for the moment. It wasn't yet time to spring that jack in the box on her would-be hugger. She introduced herself as Carolyn. With that, she joined Celeste and her friend in their hijinks. For the rest of the afternoon, all three of the women hugged the busy beavers that ran to and fro in the mall.
After a few hours, Celeste's friend had to head to work at a local bar. Celeste turned to Carolyn, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
Celeste -- "The day is still young, Carolyn. Shall we go and pry the secret out of Victoria? Naughty girl that she is?"
Off they went into the inner sanctum of the mall. They found the well trafficked store and Celeste skipped off to a nearby rack leading Carolyn astray. Picking four or five lacy and naughty outfits off the rack, she held them up to Carolyn.
Celeste -- "Yum"
Celeste -- "Yuck"
Celeste -- "Yuck" Celeste -- "Fuck"
Celeste -- "Hot dang"
Taking the unaware Carolyn by the hand, straight to the changing room quickly discarding the garments deemed as yucky...she took her new friend into the barely secluded cubicle and threw the curtain closed.
Celeste -- "Strip"
Carolyn felt compelled to do so. She couldn't explain it. She had never done this sort of thing before. She was always reserved and careful about her friendships. But Celeste had her spirit raging like a machine. She had captured her curiosity. She felt no shame in front of Celeste since Celeste certainly didn't have any compulsions to feel ashamed. Carolyn was being lead by a woman that wouldn't ever seem to follow. So it seemed.
Carolyn stripped herself slowly of her day clothes feeling no pangs of embarrassment as she revealed every inch of her naked skin. Celeste looked her up and down and bit her lip.
"Yummy"
Carolyn blushed inwardly at Celeste's compliment, but tried on the negligee that Celeste liked best. It fit perfectly. Carolyn spun around in front of the mirror in the now cramped booth and admitted it looked pretty swell on her. Celeste told her that was on her and the others as well if they matched its perfection.
Sure enough, all of the garments looked stunning on Carolyn. Celeste took them into her hands, abruptly opening the curtain, yelled "Hot Girl Naked in Here", and then reluctantly closed the shades with a naughty grin on her face. She went off to pay for the lingerie as Carolyn changed into her street clothes.
Carolyn secreted herself out of the change room hiding behind racks to covertly recon the room. She snuck up to the register behind Celeste, bereft of shame, giving her a swat on her tight little behind.
Celeste -- "Oh baby, do that again and again and you'll never get rid of me."
Carolyn -- "Who said I wanted to get rid of you Celly?"
Celeste -- "Yay. My charms have entranced you too! By the way, I love being called Celly. Been called that for years."
Carolyn -- "Really? Good guess on my part then."
Celeste -- "Very astute. Smart, sexy, ridiculously fun. Your inner demons are being summoned with every second that passes with Celly. Shall we go and sacrifice the goat now?"
Carolyn -- "I thought it was tears of virgins that summoned personal bravery of somewhat shy girls to become ... well, like you."
Celeste -- (looking around) "Know any?"
Carolyn -- "I think they are a dying breed. On the endangered species list for sure if not completely extinct."
Celeste -- "Ok. No goat farms near here either. We could go cow tipping. Ever do that?"
Carolyn -- "Not sure I want to run around in poop."
Celeste -- "Shucks. Ok how about that little boathouse in the park. They have live music. Lots to drink on tap. Bottles of wine up the wazoo. My treat. Then maybe you better come back to my place just down the way. Within stumbling distance. I better not let you drive after I'm done with you."
Carolyn -- "Oh that would be splendid. Do you have a guest room?" Winks
Celeste -- "Sighs. Guess you'll have to share my waterbed with me. I think it's big enough for two. Not that I've ever tried." Rolls eyes
The two friends took off arm in arm to their cars. Driving separately to Celeste's home, they filled the driveway. Then skipping along through the puddles on the sidewalks, they entered the park. Soon, they reached the boathouse and went inside. The club was nearly empty and they got their choice of seats. Choosing a booth, with plenty of room, they cuddled up close to one another. For hours they enjoyed the company of their new friend, ordering up libation after libation, and spoke about their hopes, dreams, fears, and loves. Near last call, Carolyn had something she just had to say.
Carolyn -- "Have you been playing with me Celly?"
Celeste -- "I thought that might take place later when nobody was watching. But if you want, I can strip you down and pour this glass of wine down your naked body and drink from your cleavage. I can lap up every drop of the sweet wine. My tongue doesn't stop for recess."
Carolyn -- "You really don't remember me, do you?"
Celeste -- "When I first saw you today, a vague sense of memory flashed through me. I'm getting old, sweetie. The grey matter is going white. Like my hair would if I dared to let it."
Carolyn -- "We went to high school together. We were in quite a few classes together before grade eleven when I moved to Toronto with my family."
With that, Celeste remembered Carolyn from the way back when. It is peculiar how memories or names or dates can be dragged out of the nether regions of the mind when prompted by your friends, family, or loved ones. Celeste apologized for carelessly forgetting Carolyn and gave her a strong hug and a kiss on her neck.
The two of them left the club, wandering back to Celeste's house, knowing that they had more history than Celeste originally thought. Celeste wondered if she should catch and release this particular fish. She wondered if she should have mercy on her. But that wasn't in her nature.
Taking Carolyn inside, they sat down at the kitchen table while Celeste prepared coffee. The two were in the kitchen, steaming mugs in their mitts, while they spoke the last words of the evening.
Celeste -- "Still feel like ... staying?"
Carolyn -- "I'm not going anywhere. I will confess I've never been with a woman. Although, I've had a passing curiosity ever since I knew you."
Celeste -- "Oh really? But you never did anything about it, did you?"
Carolyn -- "Oh god no. But you do something to me, Celly. Something I can't explain."
Celeste -- "Join the fan club. We meet on Thursdays."
Carolyn -- "Lifetime membership?"
Celeste -- "No dues for you. Special treatment."
Carolyn -- "Sounds like an offer I can't refuse."
Celeste -- "At the time, I didn't have a thing for women either. It took a man when I was seventeen to change that. And I never looked back."
Carolyn -- "Typical man. Lucky us. You really are a bad girl, Celly."
Celeste -- "You don't know the half of it, Carolyn. Celly likes to be the BAD girl."
Carolyn -- "Sometimes bad girls get spanked. After what you've done today, some women think you might just deserve that."
Celeste -- "Some girls weren't kidding when they said that they wanted a few more spankings at that register. Some girls think they deserve those every day."
Carolyn -- "Well some girls might just get what they want then. I imagine you are the kinda woman that always gets what she wants."
Celeste -- "99 percent of the time. Is this the infinitesimal exception to the rule?"
Carolyn -- "The odds are not in favor of that."
Celeste -- "That's good. I only gamble in the strip poker. That's a fib, but a fun one."
Carolyn -- "Tsk Tsk. Fibbers get their mouths washed out with soap."
Celeste -- "Glub glub."
Carolyn climbed up over the table, leaping across it, and knocked the luke warm java all over the place. The mugs shattered on the tiled floor. The girls didn't seem to notice as Carolyn straddled Celeste. That was the best hug of the day.
Hugs are free after all. Just like smiles at Mcdonalds.
Carolyn settled herself into Celeste's waiting lap. Her legs were draped over each side of Celeste and were quivering. She had never been with a woman before. She thought she might have feelings of discomfort or wishful thinking that she might be able to satisfy a long time lover of women. She worried she might have second thoughts and bolt. She pressed herself wondering if this was what she wanted in life.
As Carolyn straddled Celeste's lap, she didn't care if this was such a reckless disregard of good judgment. She didn't care that she hadn't thought it through. She had feelings for Celeste for a long time and had suppressed them for long enough. She had contemplated relationships with other eligible women in their many years apart, but she had always stopped herself from doing anything hasty. Celeste, however, provoked her to do exactly the opposite.
Celeste's playful requests for spankings may have been a joke. She might have just been using the slightly outrageous request as leverage or foreplay. If Celeste was serious, could Carolyn deliver? Carolyn knew she could. She just didn't want to stop the momentum now to evaluate so she tucked all her thoughts in the back of her head. She turned off that rational side of her brain that makes grown ups stay home to balance their checkbooks instead of going out for another night of moshpitting. She let herself be free to make all the wrong decisions, if they really were impetuously reached, and let herself warm to her reunited friend.
Carolyn knew her family wouldn't ever approve of her unruly behavior. She knew they could never comprehend a woman being attracted to another of her gender. Again, she didn't care. All she wanted to do was kiss the woman beneath her.
Her lips had felt a little chapped earlier while she spoke with Celeste at the bar. While she wasn't looking, Carolyn had dipped into her purse for some lip balm and smeared it over rosy lips. As she sat in Celeste's lap running her hands up inside the back of her blouse, she felt moisture trapped between both her lips and her new lover's. The faint, sweet and sour taste of black cherry teased Carolyn's taste buds knowing it must be the chapstick of her friend.
Their tongues moved with the haste of racing dogs. Carolyn had never been kissed like this before. No man had ever made her feel this way...to feel ensnared...to feel entirely coveted. She wondered for the briefest of instants how her male caller that left her waiting would feel if he knew where she was now.
Carolyn's hands continued to explore the soft lower back of Celeste. Celeste was leaning right into Carolyn pressing her breasts against her own. That touch alone had kindled a flame in Carolyn. She wondered how Celeste would look naked, and in turn how she would look to her new lover, as she had pondered for their many years apart. She would soon see her naked after all these years.
Carolyn's hips grinded into Celeste as she continued to embrace her. Celeste's lips had just broken from her own and were wandering down to Carolyn's neck. She felt Celeste's hands touching her bare skin coddling the skin beneath her shirt. Then she heard herself moan without thinking. Oh god she wanted this!
Celeste suddenly hoisted Carolyn up onto the table pushing aside everything on it. As everything clattered to the tiled floor, Celeste stood at the base of the table looking down on her. She reached down for the little zipper on the side of Carolyn's skirt and slowly opened it. Celeste took her skirt down her legs and off of Carolyn's body. Celeste giggled as she tossed it across the room onto a nearby sculpture of Snow White.
Carolyn was alive with ecstasy. She felt waves of desire passing through her as she looked up at Celeste clamoring to scale her body on top of the kitchen table. Celeste's naughty fingers tiptoed up her body pausing at Carolyn's breasts. Taking hold of the deep cut at Carolyn's neck, Celeste winked down at her lover. She tore open the shirt popping each of the pearly white buttons off. The buttons richocheted across the room. Celeste reached under Carolyn's bra, tight against her skin, kneading the secret contents underneath. Carolyn's eyes rolled back into her head.
Carolyn could feel her nipples hard as painter's tacks. She could feel the virtual pain stirring up in them as they were tickled to the verge. She couldn't take the pressure any more. What was this little lady doing driving HER crazy like this? It was her turn.
Carolyn opened her eyes. Suddenly twisting Celeste over onto her side, she heard Celeste yelp out as she was entirely alarmed with the sudden friskyness of her friend. Once she had Celeste pinned on the table, she scaled her body putting all her weight down on her. Returning the favor of the torn shirt, she tore open Celeste's blouse. But she didn't stop there. Hoisting herself slightly above her friend's body, Carolyn flipped Celeste over onto her tummy. Unclasping Celeste's bra -- releasing the hounds -- she climbed further down her body. Opening Celeste's jeans, she eased them over her hips taking them all the way off her slender legs. Celeste's panties came half way down her creamy white thighs with the tight jeans.
Taking hold of the panties, they too were removed from Celeste's body thrown into the growing pile of clothes. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She had made a promise to Celeste and Carolyn wasn't going to let her racing intimate desires to stand in the way of that promise.
Turning herself around to face Celeste's long legs, she straddled the mid section of her friend's body. Carolyn put her weight down on her friend. Without hesitation, Carolyn's hands worked in a frenzy of slaps. One after another, she let loose the fires, the furies, and the ferocious yearning of these two morsels before her. Her hands did not stop for a moment. Hidden inside this woman was an inner strength she had yet harnessed in life and in this heated moment she was releasing every ounce of it on Celeste's bottom.
With jackhammer energy, Carolyn's hands bounded off the flesh of Celeste's lower half of her cheeks. The sound of the spankings filled the home, and maybe the neighborhood, as her hand reeled back over and over again. She witnessed the gradual reddening of Celeste's pale skin. She aimed for the sit spot that delicately found its home on the fleshier portion of these treasured patches of skin. For more than a minute, slap after slap came into contact with Celeste.
Celeste emitted sounds of great pleasure. She was getting to her. Surely, this would not be the end of their festivities. Carolyn wouldn't have it. She wanted to leave her mark on Celly and wouldn't leave until she had. Spying a shelf within reaching distance full of spatulas, spoons, and other assorted "kitchen" utensils, she reached over grabbing a devastating looking spoon. She tipped the remainder the tools as she retrieved it.
Celeste knew she had underestimated Carolyn. Hurray!
Carolyn laughed at her fumbling fingers and at her own expense as the whole canister of kitchen utensils spilled all over the floor. She did still have the one that counted in her hands. She looked down at the amusing sight. Mere hours ago, she never would have believed someone that predicted this. She was straddling a woman that she had barely known from high school and they had been separated from each other for nearly twenty years (GASP am I really that old? I never thought I'd ever say I did something twenty years ago.). She was virtually naked and Celeste laid flat on the kitchen table beneath her and was completely devoid of clothing. Carolyn's stinging red palms were a testament that she had just spanked the woman, at her request, and was now staring down at the cheeks of Celeste's throbbing bum. What was more, Celeste was begging for full blown carnage.
Feeling the weight of the somewhat heavy wooden spoon, Carolyn threw a test swing into the flat palm of her hand. Even with the first strike, the menacing spoon left behind a red blotch. The sting had a backlash of pain coursing through her palm and up into her arm. She paused for a moment contemplating backing out of this outlandish assault. Carolyn was now privy to Celeste's pleadings for a taste of this new medicine and a wicked grin creeped onto her face. Celeste probably wasn't going to be done with the wanting for a while, but Carolyn's hand needed a rest for the moment.
Edging ever so slightly further up Celeste's frame, Carolyn tested the flat spoon against her palm once again. Ensuring the slap was incredibly loud, Celeste purred beneath Carolyn. Her hips bucked under her weight and her toes curled with excitement. Carolyn placed the spoon softly against Celeste's cheek. She applied a little pressure watching as the fleshier bits of her bottom depressed inwardly from their normal shape.
Carolyn observed as Celeste shook under her weight and playfully threatened the woman that mounted her. Carolyn knew the time for teasing was done. Carolyn hefted the spoon up into the air and brought it down repeatedly on the lower echelons of Celeste's rounded cheeks. Carolyn watched as Celly's buns jiggled with each stroke and smiled to herself as her newfound tool for delivering pleasure to her friend proved to be effective. With each stroke, Celeste's bottom pinkened into a rosy hue. Carolyn was startled that Celeste had not marked from the deceptively malicious utensil, but the color of her cheeks only marginally deepened in contrast to the skin only inches away down on her milky white thighs. She found out later it took a long time for Celeste's cheeks to grow dark with a crimson flair.
Although Carolyn hadn't been tabulating, she knew after two minutes of solid beating that Celeste's bottom needed a breather. With that she vaulted off the table, and when Celeste moved to get up she was instructed to stay put. Celeste reluctantly remained prone on the tabletop. Carolyn retreated to Celeste's well appointed kitchen and opened up the freezer and peered inside. She found that the ice cube tray was empty, neglectfully unfilled when Celly poured her last drink, and Carolyn spotted a bag of frozen vegetables. Giggling to herself, she took the bag of veggies and returned to the wonderful scene she had played a part.
Placing the bag of frozen tasties overtop of the inferno crawling under the surface of Celeste's skin, she watched as her friend suddenly lurched at the infectious cold hiding within the bag. Squealing at first, she saw the muscles in Celeste's lower body stand at attention. After a few moments of adjustment, she relaxed back down onto her arms and looked over at her friend.
Carolyn climbed up onto the table and looked into the eyes of her recuperating friend.
Carolyn -- "Was that what you wanted, Celly?"
Celeste -- "That was a good start. I hope you aren't done."
Carolyn -- "I have a feeling there might be a few more secret weapons concealed in your home. I bet your room is full of them."
Celeste -- "When we find our way in there, you might want to check out the nightstand."
Carolyn -- "That will be my first stop."
Celeste -- "I know I can come on a little strong, Carolyn. The outpouring of emotion in life is something in which I thrive. When I have something to say or do, I don't pull my punches. But sometimes this outpouring pours a little fast. And I don't really know how to turn it off."
Carolyn -- "You have caught me off guard ever since that first hug in the mall. But I've welcomed every hug, every jibe, and every little innuendo. I think you're swell."
Celeste -- "What luck we found each other after all these years apart! And of course it had to be when I was doing something silly like hugging people all afternoon long."
Carolyn -- "Maybe that's what persuaded me to come home with you?"
Celeste -- "So it worked did it?"
Carolyn -- "Sure did. I guess the nagging question for me is do you want more? And shall we go to the bedroom?"
Carolyn didn't even have to answer. Celeste turned over on her side, the frozen bag flopping to the floor slowly thawing, as she got up off the table. She stood at the side of the table as Carolyn draped her legs over the side. Celeste leaned in, standing between Carolyn's legs, and gave her a lingering kiss. Mischief crossed her eyes as she lifted Carolyn over her shoulder and carried her to the bedroom.
Carolyn feigned a little kicking and screaming for dramatic effect as they went into the diimly lit room. Casting Carolyn to the bed, Celeste giggled as she watched her new friend bounce in the waves of the bed. Crawling up beside her, Celeste watched as Carolyn reached over to the drawer of the nightstand. Inside the tickle trunk, she found a virtual arsenal.
Celeste was well stocked. But nothing caught her attention more than two items. A heavy wooden hairbrush and a leather harness with a dildo strapped to it. Carolyn had seen enough of the right brand of pornography over her many years to know the practical applications.
Taking the targets of her desires into her greedy clutches, she brought them to the bed. Celeste smiled madly at her new lover's choices and reached to turn off the lamp beside the bed.
Celeste carefully pulled the comforter and sheets from under the two of them. Throwing them off the foot of the bed, she reclined back on the warm ever moving mattress of the waterbed. She watched the silhouette of Carolyn as she leaned back on the bed with her feet up in the air as the harness was slid down her slender legs. Pulling the upper belt and snapping it around her waist, Carolyn got up on her knees and tightened it securely. Celeste watched as an unbridled smile flashed across Carolyn's face as her pearly whites gleamed in the pale moonlight.
Celeste squealed out as she was forcefully flipped over onto her stomach. She felt like a mannequin, a rag doll, or a marionette as Carolyn pushed Celeste to the head of the bed as the waves of the mattress floated underneath the two panting lovers. Celeste felt her legs being spread wide open. She felt soft warm breaths teasing her back as the all too familiar feeling of something pressing against the lips of her womanhood. Celeste felt the purposeful strokes of the dildo along the wet chasms of her pussy as Carolyn slowly eased the tip of the toy just inside of her.
Carolyn was encouraged to torment the woman underneath her even more when she heard the labored breathing of Celeste. The dildo was thrust another inch inside of her spreading her moisture laden walls in its wake. Carolyn thrust her hips watching the toy plummet deep into her lover to its fullest length and girth disappearing inside her friend. Celeste screamed out words we will not repeat.
Carolyn lowered her body down on top of the bare skin of Celeste's back. She rested her weight, and her perfect breasts, just below the shoulder blades of her friend. She reached her hands underneath Celeste taking hold of her breasts giving them both a satisfying squeeze. The movement of Carolyn's hips became a static rhythm as she felt her hips come into contact with Celeste's rounded cheeks over and over again. She felt like she had done this before, but knew that she hadn't, and continuously plunged into her lover with the grace of a dancer. The sound of flesh contacting flesh was music to the ears of both of the women in that waterbed.
Carolyn kissed Celeste's perspiring skin at her neck and as she got closer to Celeste's face she could hear the virtual growling escaping her lips. Celeste needed this treatment, and Carolyn would offer it to her over and over again, and she bit down on Celeste's tender skin as she pounded the dildo deeper still into her.
Easing Celeste up onto her hands and knees, Carolyn grabbed on to the hanging locks of Celeste's hair. Pulling back on the mane in one hand, she continued to thrust in Celeste while subtly reaching for the nearby hairbrush. As Carolyn was fucking Celeste with abandon, she let loose a volley of hairbrush smacks on each of her ravaged cheeks. Celeste begged for more in increasingly inventive wails of affirmation. The sounds of wood finding bottom filled the room with the melody of maple meeting melancholy misfits of misbehavior.
Carolyn did not rest as her hips bobbed and weaved behind Celeste. She was feeling the strain in her calves and thighs, ignoring the pain, satisfied with the screams of her friend. She continued to wail on Celeste's ever willing bottom satisfied she must be kindling the fire in her cheeks all over again. Carolyn watched in the moonlight as her hairbrush bounced off Celeste's buns with a satisfying jiggle. She watched Celeste's body squirm and beg for more and more. Carolyn wasn't sure how much more she could offer Celeste in this chosen posture.
She leaned back and lied down at the foot of the bed pulling Celeste on top of her. Carolyn watched as Celeste reflexively, whilst facing away from her, mounted the toy and let it ease back inside of her. Celeste put all her weight on her knees and started to bounce up and down on top of Carolyn. Carolyn felt warm and fuzzy and felt the pleasure generating between her own legs. She looked up into the mirror and watched Celeste's breasts bouncing in the reflection as she rode Carolyn's toy with the fiercest devotion to an impending orgasm.
Carolyn could feel Celeste's legs quivering on each side of her knowing that her friend was approaching her climax. With that, Carolyn wound up her arm and took careful aim on Celeste's ever moving bum. Stroke after stroke elicited a stream of expletives coming from the rascally mouth of Celeste. Celeste could curse like a sailor stranded at sea for six months of hell.
Celeste was obviously a screamer. And when she reached orgasm, Carolyn was pretty sure the neighbors four doors down knew someone had just cum hard. Maybe the aging book keeper at the end of the block was just roused from his sleep.
Celeste froze in her position and braced her arms against the wall. For nearly a minute, her body leapt into frenzy as she moaned in a run on sentence. Her toes curled up and her muscles slowly thereafter grew slack. Eventually, she rolled over onto the bed utterly collapsing as Carolyn looked upon Celeste with envy in her eyes.
Removing the harness from her waist, Carolyn climbed in behind Celeste holding her with the nurturing love she could afford her. They fell asleep there in the warm waterbed.
But perhaps Celeste just needed to recover her fortitude and her growing desire for Carolyn. At 4AM, Carolyn was awoken by...
Oh, but that's another story. Maybe some day I might tell another one of these.
Celly
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Chapter 1: This Ain't Kansas Anymore...
I don't even remember what kind of dream I had... I usually don't remember them that well unless they're vivid and I'm sleeping pretty lightly. For a guy that apparently sleeps like the dead; enough to where I have to practically be punched awake, remembering a dream is a seldom occurrence.
Either way, my sleep was shattered by the shrill alarm I had set on my cell phone. The closest I could describe it to would be a high-pitched bleating mechanical sheep that some no-talent trance 'artist' had decided to run through Auto-Tune six times... the damn sound nearly hurt my ears when it went off, and never failed to rouse me out of my sleep. That was a good thing, as without it my biological clock would finally kick in about ten minutes before I was supposed to be at work.
I groggily lifted my head off my pillow, the dim cast of my bedroom greeting my eyes. For some reason I had painted it a Wedgewood shade of blue right after I moved into the house I was renting... I think it was because I was sick of staring at plain white walls. Either way I sliced it, it kept the glare down in the room I used solely to sleep in these days. After getting the house to myself a few months ago... the product of the uncle that had been my roommate getting married as well as my ex-girlfriend storming out after one last bitter fight... I had branched out and used the rest of the place for, well... my things.
The phone, perched upon a minifridge that I used as a nightstand on my queen-sized bed, continued to sing its earffending song. After suppressing the thought of chucking that expensive piece of electronics across the room, I flipped it open and shut off the alarm. As I blinked away the weariness from my eyes, the legend "No Service Avail." was printed across the screen. Odd. I had never had a service outage with this phone. If it wasn't a few minute fluke, I'd use the land line from work and take my lunch break to grill a hapless Verizon customer service rep.
Glancing at the phone's clock, it was half past seven in the morning... an hour and a half before I needed to get my ass into work. "Jesus... looks like it's going to be a marvelous day already." I muttered to myself as I got up and stumbled to the door leading into the bathroom.
My hand knew the drill enough times over the past five years, reaching out to flick the light switch on. I expected the harsh roar of the far too large exhaust fan and clean, bright light... and I got neither. That shook me out of my mind enough to mutter again. "Fuck." Power outage, too? Just great. At least I didn't necessarily have to have the bathroom light on to take a shower, and the light streaming in from the small bathroom window would give me enough to see by. However, the bathroom would get fogged up to hell due to the fan staying off... ah well. My hand went down to the hem of my boxers as the other one simultaneously turned out the shower faucet... only to also receive nothing but a few random splashes on the plastic shower floor instead of the expected torrent from the showerhead.
That woke me up in an instant. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself, looking around as if the answer would have suddenly appeared in front of me. It didn't, obviously. It was like the entire house was dead. *Something* was wrong. I paid the utility bill, so why was everything cut off? Blackout... combined with running water failure? This didn't make sense. Offering a sigh to the still air, I exited the bathroom to see what I could do.
The layout of my house was strange... although that was common for houses built in the 1920's. The bathroom was set in-between the two bedrooms... with no access to the rest of the house. I could make my way through the house by using the bedrooms... which I normally did. My target was the breaker box in the backyard... that caused me to stop in the second bedroom and grab a pair of jeans that I had set on the dresser there. I pulled on the garment to at least shield the neighbors from the sight of me running around outside in boxers in the middle of the day... then exited the house through the back door.
I stopped dead in my tracks as the cool, still air hit me. This was the precise instant that I knew something was *seriously* wrong in my personal part of the world. However... all I could manage to maintain was a growing curiosity... and a gnawing pit in my stomach.
My house stood in an old suburb about four miles north of my city's downtown... established neighborhood going downhill, tightly packed houses... that sort of thing. I had a backyard that was comprised mostly of a concrete patio and a fence... beyond which I could see three houses less than forty feet from me in each direction. The duplex off to my left with the barking dogs was gone. So was the cottage directly in front of me; part of the property but occupied with another renter. The two-story house to my right was also missing.
"What the fuck...?" I managed to utter. It had been replaced by wilderness... some sort of cliff face rose maybe the height of my house. I couldn't see much more than that. My hand went to my arm, giving my flesh a vicious pinch. I winced and dropped my hand. Was I still dreaming or something?
I stepped back into the house... emerging into the small room that was my office. It was my sanctum of a sort... my desktop computer, sound system... it was where I wrote the troubles of the world away. But, no amount of typing on the old IBM Model M keyboard that sat on my desk would erase the fear that was slowly building up in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly felt very unprotected.
Looking around the room, I had my choice of weapons. The small collection of firearms I had stashed in the room beckoned to me, placed in a standalone gun safe tucked in a corner. As my hands trembled I dialed in the combination... it took me two attempts until the door was open.
I only kept one pistol out in the open... the one that I expressly used as defense against intruders. My FEG PA-63 fired 9x18mm Makarov... and if a situation warranted my house suddenly being somewhere it wasn't, I thought I needed something more powerful. My hands grabbed my Remington 870 pump-action shotgun from the safe, soon afterwards grabbing a box of #4 buckshot shells from the top shelf. I kept most of my ammunition elsewhere in the office, but this would do for now.
I fumbled with stuffing the twelve-gauge shells into the gun... four of them, racking the pump, then one more. I stuffed the pockets of my jeans with as many shells as I could... all the while thinking what the hell might be out there? Where the hell am I? What the fuck was I actually doing here?
Now equipped with a fully loaded shotgun, I decided I was well armed and confident enough to investigate. I wound my way through the living room this time, keeping the scattergun at the ready as if I was expecting the likes of Jason Vorhees to jump out of the walls at me. Eventually I reached the door and unlocked it... stepping forth onto my porch.
There was no time for me to react... only the surprised hissing of two... things that had been approaching my front door. My mind tunnel-visioned on them, hastily sizing them up. They were lizard-men... big and bulky ones at that. They stood nearly my height of five-ten, and probably outweighed me by twice my one-eighty. They looked somewhat familiar, but my mind didn't have time to ponder *that* curious thought. They plodded towards me, only the fact they started to brandish the axes in their scaly hands snapping me out of my shock-frozen state.
It was then that I still noticed I had the shotgun clenched in my white-knuckle grip. I had purchased it from my stepbrother two years ago... hadn't even fired it since then. I was holding it at my hip, but the business end was pointed at one of the lizards. Without even thinking about it, I jerked the trigger. Nothing happened. "Fuck!" I cursed my stupidity, my finger snapping the safety off in a single press. As the lizard-thing just about reached me, I pulled the trigger again.
The Remington belched flame, smoke, and lead in a tremendous roar that made my ears ring. The close confines instantly reminded me of the slight hearing loss I gave myself when I was sixteen, fooling around with my dad's old AK clone in the backwoods of Louisiana. However, for all the noise it had the desired effect.
The lizard-thing was kicked backwards, a hole nearly the size of a quarter blown into its chest. Even though the hole looked small, I knew enough about shotguns to know that the lizard-thing had taken about the same amount of punishment as if I emptied a small caliber revolver into it. Its compatriot stopped in its tracks, looking at the stricken lizard-thing tumbling backwards in slow motion. Time seemed to slow for me as well... my hands racked the pump and threw the shotgun to my shoulder.
The lizard-thing didn't recover from the shotgun blast and its dying buddy in time. All I knew was that it was running at me with an ax, and that was a pretty good indication of its intent. I pulled the trigger again, my ears protesting with pain as the blast once again spiked my ears. This time I felt the recoil, a quick, powerful jolt to my shoulder. The other lizard-thing fell the same way.
It wasn't until I lowered the shotgun that I realized what had happened. My body started shaking at the realization... I had just engaged two armed opponents with a firearm and killed them. I felt... sick. Ten minutes ago I was sleeping soundly in my bed... another average day awaiting me. Now, I had two dead lizard-things on my front porch, a smoking shotgun in my hands, and the beginnings of a pretty bad headache.
I took a deep breath as I finally looked out over the scenery that was beyond my porch... besides the dead lizards. A little piece of it was my front yard... not really much of one. The street crews outside had been wanting to repave the street for some time... that was the reason my car was pulled up in the yard... damned lack of a driveway or garage in which to put it. It was still there, but the street simply... wasn't. Green grass and idyllic scenery replaced it... the place I was in looked like some sort of valley. A familiar valley. Wait a minute...
My eyes snapped down to the lizard-things I had just shot. Their profiles started looking more and more familiar. Instead of seeing them as some fucked-up snarling beast ready to cleave me in half with a giant ax, I looked closer. Their armor cinched it... and my jaw dropped open.
"What the fucking hell is going on with me?!" I shouted to what I now knew were two dead Sharpclaw... the reptilian antagonists to that video game I played several times... the video game I had been using to write stories that were based on the storyline. I felt myself fall to my knees, my hands still clenched onto my shotgun as I watched my view of reality slide away... was I going insane? Had I snapped? Was I dead? Was I really sucked into some sort of video game, a fictional universe?
I started breathing so hard I was nearly hyperventilating... honestly, other than the fact I didn't want to be gutted by another Sharpclaw, I would have welcomed it. There was simply no way in Hell that I was experiencing this... there had to be a logical, rational explanation...
...but I found none. The facts were as clear as day. Somehow my house was *in* Thorntail Hollow... the hub portion of *Starfox Adventures.* Actually, it was tucked away not too far where Fox parked his Arwing at. I could even see a small group of Thorntail regarding me... I think they were looking at me curiously. At least I knew they were pretty timid... Hell, they were scared shitless if their damn night lights were snuffed out. Least I didn't have to worry about *them* charging me. "Fuck, fuck... FUCK!" I shouted, primarily out of frustration. I was confused, angry... isolated. I somehow had to survive in what I up to about thirty seconds ago thought was just a damned video game.
I was quaking in my socks as I stood up and retreated back into my house, slamming the door behind me. I locked it... fat lot of good it'd do against an ax, but at least I'd have the warning of my front door being busted in.
My curiosity overtook me and I took the few steps to my entertainment center. Rifling through it I came across what I was looking for... a Gamecube game case. I examined it, knowing exactly what I was looking at.
The cover art for the game I somehow found myself in stared me right in the face. The iconic Fox McCloud stood in the foreground, an ornate staff extended in his paws. Next to him were Slippy Toad, Peppy Hare, and Prince Tricky... Fox's dinosaur sidekick. Right behind him was Krystal... the enigmatic Cerinian who ended up as Fox's fellow wingman and love interest in the next game.
The Sharpclaw were also depicted as well, but their real-life counterparts were a hell of a lot less... cartoony. They looked like comical, bungling bad guys on the cover art, but they looked pretty menacing face to face. Hell... they nearly killed me, and I was armed with a fucking 12-gauge.
I needed to investigate; to get my bearings. And for that... I needed to prepare.
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*Thank you Jacky for your support and editing.*
Twelve months later, Mary's life hadn't changed much, if at all. She'd been out on a few dates, but hadn't met anyone she liked. Glyn's life had changed quite dramatically. He'd left school and become a trainee mechanic at a local garage, which he enjoyed. What he didn't like was the fact that all his friends had moved away to go to college. All, except Sandy. She had stayed at home to train as a beautician.
Mary was concerned that Glyn was spending so much time with Sandy. Last Christmas she had shown him that he was far too big for a small girl like her, but she was beginning to wonder if she was wrong. Later that night when a movie was ending, she decided to find out if she could help.
"Glyn, Honey, why don't you get us both a beer from the fridge?" She asked with a conspiratorial look on her face.
"Sure, Mom." He replied as he went to get the drinks. As he entered the kitchen, memories of what happened the first time they had a drink together flooded back into his mind. "That was the best hand job ever," he thought. "Could she be wanting to do it again?" His cock twitched and began to grow.
Mary noticed the bulge in his pants as he passed her a beer. Glyn took a seat on the couch and placed a cushion over his lap. "Do you remember the first time we shared a beer?" He asked mischievously.
"Yes I do, but that's not going to happen again." She said, much to his disappointment. "I wanted to ask how you are getting on with Sandy?"
"I get on with her great. You know that."
Mary moved her legs up under her on the chair and sipped her beer. "I know you two like each other, but are you like, boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Glyn swigged his beer. "Not really. We've madeut a few times, but whenever she has felt my, err... You know."
"It's alright, Honey. You can say cock to me. I take it you want to have sex with her?"
"Oh, God, Mom, more than anything in the world." He replied, then guzzled down half of his beer. "Every time she's got me hard, she makes an excuse and ends it."
Mary took a long swig on her beer and composed herself. "This is going to sound strange, okay, so hear me out. I want you to think of yourself as an athlete. All athletes have to train, right? And all athletes need a good coach if they are going to succeed." Glyn nodded and swigged his beer, wondering where this conversation was going. "I've been thinking, what if you were to see a sex coach. You know, someone the same size as Sandy who could train you as to how to have sex with her."
Glyn shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "A sex coach? Do you mean, like, a hooker?"
"I think they're called sex workers nowadays, Hon. But yes, that might be a way to get you trained up so you don't hurt Sandy with that big cock of yours." Mary was startled by what she had just said and looked away as she took another swig on her beer.
Glyn was taken aback by her suggestion and finished the rest of his beer. "I think we're going to need more of these if we are going to continue this conversation." He said, waving his beer bottle, as he rose to leave the room.
In the kitchen Glyn got excited at the thought of fucking a porn star, but then remembered the only hookers he had seen in town were what he considered to be rough. "God knows what I could catch off them?" He thought.
He handed Mary another beer and sat down. "I've been thinking and thanks, Mom, but it's not what I want."
Mary looked at the bulge in his shorts and was slightly puzzled. A nineteen-yearld man turning down sex was not something she expected. "Why not. I'm sure we could find someone nice."
"Mom, could we stop this. It's having an effect on my... On my cock." He said refusing to meet her gaze.
"There's two weeks 'til Christmas and sex lessons was going to be your present. Any ideas what you would like instead?"
"Mom, I'm working now, I don't want you spending your money on me anymore. How about a silly gift that costs a max of ten dollars?"
"That's sweet of you, Hon, but I would like to get you something you want."
Glyn took a swig of his beer and thought. "OK. There is something." He looked his mother straight in the eye. "How about the same as you gave me last year?"
Mary was surprised and she felt her cheeks blush. It was her turn to avoid his gaze and take a sip of her beer. She pictured the soaked panties she gave to him and remembered how she masturbated into them. How she squirted for the first and only time in her life. How she had never come so hard. The memories got her aroused. "If that's what you want. I just thought sex lessons would be good..." She stopped as Glyn raised his hand and interrupted.
"Mom, I... I don't want to fuck some whore. I want to have sex with someone I love. Someone I care about. It just wouldn't be the same."
They were silent for a few moments as Mary thought. "I'm proud of you, Son." She said, feeling her eyes begin to well up. "What you just said just confirmed what a decent young man you are". Now find another movie for us to watch and I'll say nothing more."
Glyn watched the TV, hoping his erection would subside soon. "Me, decent," he thought. "I just asked my mom to masturbate into her panties and give them to me for Christmas. That's not decent. Me jacking off into her used panties, that's not decent. Me wondering if she's as turned on as I am, is not decent. She must be thinking about it. Oh, God I wish my cock would go down."
Mary knew how much her son loved Sandy and she was determined to help. Throughout the following week she searched the net incessantly for information on how a man with a big cock could have sex with a small lady. All she found was porn with guys with big cocks and male prostitutes with big cocks. "Purely for research purposes," she told herself as she watched some of the videos. They brought back memories of her son's big cock and she stopped when she realised how wet she was getting. "Was that because of the video, or Glyn?" She asked herself, not wanting to answer the question.
When she saw an advert for a local gigolo with a big cock, a plan took seed in her mind. She took out her phone and typed in the number. Her heart began to race. Twenty minutes after agreeing a price, she rang Mario's doorbell and waited nervously.
"Hi, I'm Mario and you must be Mary. Please, come on in." Said the tall, dark, handsome man of Italian descent. Mary rushed inside, not wanting any onlookers see her enter. She took a seat in the living room and Mario sat on the sofa next to her.
"So, Mary, what can I do for you today?"
"I, um, err...", her mind went blank as she forgot what she had planned on saying.
"Mary, it's ok, take your time. Would you like a glass of wine to help you relax?"
"No, no, I'm fine thank you." Blurted Mary, all flustered. "I'm here for just research purposes. Here's the fee we agreed upon." She said as she handed him the money.
"And what research would that be?" He asked seductively.
"My, err... My partner has a very big cock and I think he would hurt me if he were to, you know, put it inside me. If yours is as big as you say, then I think you might be able to help."
"I'd be delighted to help such an attractive lady as yourself." He said, placing a hand on her knee. "Wait here a moment." He smiled at her, then left the room.
Mary wondered "What am I doing? What's he doing? Oh, God, I should leave now. Control yourself, Mary, you can do this. Yes, I can, but he is gorgeous."
Mario returned with two glasses of white wine and passed one to Mary. "Here, I think this will help both of us. If you don't want it, just leave it on the table." Mary accepted the wine and took a large sip. "How big is your partner, Mary?"
"He's um, he's just under ten inches and it's thick." Images of her son's cock came to mind and she could feel her face redden.
"That's big," Mario replied. "I can see that might be a problem for such a petite lady as you. Okay, I'll tell you what I would do if I'm with a lady like you. Firstly, I've got to make sure you are completely relaxed. Soft music, candlelight and a massage usually does it. Then the foreplay begins. You will need to be receptive, if you know what I mean?" Mary nodded. "I usually begin with stroking your hair and kissing your lips, before moving down your body."
Mary could feel her heart race as Mario continued. "I will caress your breasts until your nipples are hard and then I will move further down. I will massage your inner thigh, then stroke your pussy. If you are ready, your pussy lips will be visible. If not, I will perform cunnilingus on you until you come for the first time with me."
Mary's heart was pounding against her chest. Listening to all the things this hunk of a man was going to do to her was getting her turned on. She raised a hand to stop him. "Err, Mario, would you mind not referring to me. Could you use 'her' or 'she'?
"Sure, no problem. Whatever you want, Mary." He said. She looked away when he gazed into her eyes and smiled. "Once her pussy lips are nice and red, I'll check if she is sufficiently wet before continuing. If she isn't, I'll apply some lubricant to both my cock and her pussy. When she's ready, I gently ease my cock into her and stop after five inches for her to get used to the size. They usually give me a signal to continue and then I slowly ease my cock in as far as it will go. If I press against her cervix, I stop and draw back a little. Then I'll look down at my cock for a measuring point of how far I can go. Once I know that measurement, we would continue to have passionate sex."
Mary took a sip of her wine to try and hide her embarrassment. "But how do you... How do you stop yourself from going any further?"
"Practice." He said and drank his wine. "This is how I make a living. If I were to hurt any of my clients, they wouldn't come back for more."
"Yes, but..." Mary stopped and composed herself. "But when you are about to come, how do you stop yourself from thrusting it all the way in?" She said the word 'thrusting' as she crossed her legs. The heat from her pussy was distracting her.
"As I said, practice." Mario noticed her facial expression turn to concern. "What's the matter, Mary?"
"I don't think he'll be able to stop himself. I think he would hurt me."
"There's a way you can avoid that, but you'd have to take control. It might not be as enjoyable for you, but with practice, he would learn."
Mary's head jerked towards Mario with her eyes wide open. "Please, tell me more."
"I will, but it would be easier to show you, Mary". Mary looked away from his gaze. She told herself she was here for research, but she couldn't stop the lustful feelings. Mario continued: "First, tell me, when was the last time you had penetrative sex?"
"It was... It was three years ago, before my husband and I divorced," she said, almost feeling ashamed admitting it had been so long.
"That's not long, Mary. I've known many women who have waited far longer than you have. For you to take control, I think it would be good for you if you had some practice before you have sex with your partner."
"What?!" she said in surprise. "You think I should practice with you, now?"
"Showing is far better than telling and you want to get it right for your partner, don't you?" He asked with a knowing smile.
Mary shifted uneasily in her chair. She was amazed she was actually considering allowing this man she had just met to fuck her. "I, I didn't... That's not..."
He rose to his feet, his hardening cock prominent beneath his jeans and in Mary's sight. "Mary, you have already paid for it, so why not enjoy it. I will be gentle and teach you what to do." Mario took her hand and without any resistance, he led her to the bedroom.
Glyn was in the kitchen cooking when Mary got home. As she sat down at the table he noticed she looked both happy and tired, in a kind of sexy way. "What's up, you look happy?"
"Just a good day at work. I can't believe the amount of... Of work I processed today. Pass me a beer would you, Hon."
As he passed her a beer, he smelt an aroma of... of sex. "You look kind of... Funny." 'Fucked' was the word Glyn was about to use.
"Just tired. Do your old mom another favour and run me a bath. I've got some thinking to do."
"Sure, no problem, but only if you never call yourself old again. You're not old. You could get any man you want." Glyn left the room wondering if his mom had recently had sex. The thought of her fucking made his cock twitch and he was relieved he had an excuse to leave the kitchen. A few minutes later he entered the kitchen.
"Glyn", she said quietly. "You can say no and I really won't mind, but would you spend Christmas Eve at home? The present I've got for you, well, if you don't like it, I don't want to spoil your Christmas."
They were both thinking about the previous Christmas and they both sensed the sexual tension in the air.
"Sure, Mom. I'd love to." He said and turned to continue cooking. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"Thank you. I'll go and take that bath now."
Nothing further was said, but the sexual tension was palpable throughout the week. Glyn wondered what his present would be - would it be a repeat of last year, or had his mom got him someone to fuck. His cock was constantly getting erect when in his Mom's presence. Mary had noticed the bulge in his jeans a few times. The first part of her plan was to wear sexier clothes around the house. Instead of changing into comfortable casual clothes, she stayed in her work clothes and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Glyn had noticed her skirts were shorter than she usually wore and that she was exposing her cleavage whenever he entered the room.
Christmas Eve arrived and Mary was relieved that Glyn would be out of the house for the day. It would give her some time to relax after she had finished the preparations for the following day. Glyn was meeting up with friends who had returned home from college and had promised to be back at eight o'clock.
As Glyn entered the house that evening, Mary walked from the kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He was gobsmacked at her outfit and his jaw dropped. She wore an off the shoulder red cocktail dress with black stockings and heels. She looked stunning and was pleased with the effect her outfit had on her son.
"Tonight, I'm Mary, not Mom, okay? She said as she handed him the bottle and headed into the living room. Glyn studied her figure from behind and felt his cock twitch.
"Okay, Mary. I've got to say you are looking beautiful tonight."
"Thank you. I'm glad you noticed." She replied as she sat down and sipped her wine. Glyn took his seat on the sofa. "Glyn, you I know I love you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
He nodded and uttered: "Yes, Mom. Sorry. Yes, Mary."
"There are two conditions you have to agree to before we go any further. Firstly, you have got to promise that if tonight goes wrong, you will forgive me and we will get back to normal tomorrow. Do you promise?"
"Of course I do. I promise."
"The next condition is equally important. If I tell you to stop, you stop, no matter what. Do you promise?"
Glyn could only nod. The thought that he was going to fuck his mother had disengaged his brain from his tongue.
"Tell Mary you promise." She said seductively.
"Mary, I promise." He managed to say.
"There's more beer in the fridge, but don't drink too much". She pointed a remote at the TV and said: "We'll talk again after the film. It's Bad Santa, which I think you'll like."
Glyn could barely concentrate on the film. His near permanent erection was getting uncomfortable and he couldn't stop thinking about his mom. Will she be like that porn star who looks just like her? Will she let me come in her pussy? I can't come across her tits. Not unless she asks me to. Will I be able to make her come? These were just some of the thoughts on constant replay in his mind.
Watching Glyn unable to get comfortable on the sofa amused Mary. His erection was clearly visible beneath his jeans and the fact that she had turned him on, meant things were going to the plan. By the time Glyn had got his third bottle, he had given up trying to hide the tented bulge in his jeans. He simply passed Mary another glass of wine and sat back down. She knew she couldn't get drunk tonight, but also knew she had to be a little light headed to go through with her plan. When the film finished, she turned to Glyn.
"One more drink while we talk." She said as she got up and left the room. "This is for him and Sandy." She told herself as she got the drinks. "If that's true, then why am I feeling so fucking horny?" She asked herself. The thought that she could both help her son and enjoy sex resolved the situation in her mind, and she went back to the living room.
"Right then, Glyn." She began. His attention all hers. "If I do or say anything that freaks you out, just stop. If you get up and walk out, I'll understand and tomorrow we'll be back to normal." Mary took a sip of her wine, impressed at how calm she was. "After you said no to a coach, I went to see a man who instructed me in how you could have sex with Sandy. That is what you want, isn't it?"
A croaky "Yes" was his reply.
"This man taught me what to do and told me you will need quite a bit of practice for you not to hurt her. For you to be able to make love to her properly, I'm willing to teach you and let you practice having sex with me. Have another drink and think about what I just said."
Mary sipped her wine. Glyn could barely manage to raise the bottle to his mouth.
"Don't forget to call me Mary tonight." She said watching his eyes shift from her legs, to her crotch, up to her tits and finally meet her gaze.
"Mary, are you okay with this?" He quietly asked.
"Glyn, your happiness means more to me than anything in the world. I would love to have sex with you if that will make you happy." Mary paused, shocked at how simply she had said those words. "And then you'll be able to have sex with Sandy," she said trying to justify her proposal.
Glyn's head was spinning. He wanted to pull her over to the sofa and take her there and then.
"Will you let Mary teach you?"
"Oh, Mary, I've wanted to have sex with you for so long."
Mary was equally surprised and excited by his response. "Do you know what foreplay is? She asked and he nodded. "The point of these lessons is for you to have sex with Sandy, so I don't think it would be appropriate for you to engage in foreplay with me. Once I'm prepared, I'll teach you how. Is that what you want from Mary?"
"God, Mary, yes!"
"I'm going to go upstairs and... And get ready for you. When I call down, I want you to go to your room, take off your clothes and get into bed. Then the lessons will begin."
Mary could see his face was burning up with passion. His pupils were like saucers and she thought she could see his shirt vibrate to his heart beat. She got up, went to the door and turned to face him.
"When the lesson begins, I don't want you to come too quickly." She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "I came in these earlier. Use them to jerk off." Like an experienced Mistress, she stepped out of her panties and flicked them over to him.
Glyn watched her leave, then quickly undid his zip to free his cock. He groaned with relief as the pain of his cock straining against his jeans left his body. He looked down at the bulbous head, which had turned a dark red, almost purple. "Don't touch it. Not yet." He thought, then removed the rest of his clothes, picked up Mary's panties and sat down on the sofa. The warmth and the aroma from her panties caused him to bring them up to his nose. He spread them across his face, lay back, inhaled her scent and began masturbating. Moments later he knew he was about to come. His back arched off the sofa and the first jet of spunk erupted from his cock and hit the panties. The second and third spurts splashed against his chin. The final spurt hit him on his chest. Breathing heavily, he fell back on the sofa. "Wow", he thought, "If it wasn't for her panties, I would have come over my own face."
Not wanting to soil the panties any further, he carefully set them down on his lap and reached over for his T-shirt. After mopping the come from his body, he went to the kitchen to clean himself properly.
After twenty minutes, he heard her call.
"Glyn, time to get into bed."
Mary heard him enter his room. She turned off her vibrator and inspected her pussy in the wardrobe mirror. It was red. It was wet. And she was ready.
When Mary knocked and entered his room, Glyn's eyes almost exploded from their sockets. She was completely naked. Her hard nipples protruded from her firm breasts. He could see her pussy lips extend beyond her neatly trimmed blond pussy. As she approached, he sat up on the bed. A feeling of terror and excitement was torment beyond belief. His mouth opened and he breathed heavily.
"I don't think we'll be needing this." She said as she peeled back the duvet, exposing his massive cock. "This time, you lie there. I'm going to get on top and show you how you can fuck Sandy. You'll need to do as I say. Don't think about fucking me. You need to watch what I do. Are you ready?
He nodded, thinking "Don't think about coming, just listen. Listen to her. Oh, Jesus this is going to be difficult. She looks fucking amazing." His arm reached out to caress her breast and Mary gently pushed it away.
"Not yet, Glyn. Just lie there and watch." Mary stood over him and bent her knees, lowering her pussy towards him. She took hold of his cock and rubbed it against the entrance to her pussy.
"Do you see how wet and how red my pussy is?" She asked. He stared and nodded. "Sandy's pussy will need to look like that before you can enter her." Mary felt the crown of his cock against her entrance. She lowered herself and took the head into her pussy, "Oh, Jesus," she thought, "This is fucking huge."
Glyn watched his cock enter her pussy. The heat and moisture was unbelievable. He stared, spell bound in disbelief. Then he watched her lower her body another three inches onto his manhood. He looked up - her eyes were closed and a look of pain across her face. "Are you alright, Mom?"
She didn't answer, just breathed deep breathes. Her eyes opened and she looked at Glyn, "My name's Mary. Just stay still. Jeez, you're fucking big."
Glyn didn't take it as a compliment. He was concerned and wondered if he was going to hurt her. His concern abated when she slid down his cock a further two inches. Seven inches of his cock was inside her. The rest of his cock was encased by her hand. He couldn't stop his cock from pulsing and Mary let out a whimper.
"Not yet, not yet, lay still." She gasped as she leaned back and placed both her hands on his thighs. "Can you feel the top of your cock pressing against my cervix? That's as far as it can go inside." A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. "Look at my pussy."
Glyn didn't need to be told. His eyes were glued on the sight of his cock in her pussy. "Glyn," she said loudly, snapping him out of his trance. "Put your hand around your cock at the entrance to my pussy. Don't jerk it, just hold it there." He did as instructed. Mary's breathing calmed and she looked him in the eye. "Okay. Phew, that's tight. When you put your cock in Sandy, you'll do it slowly and you pull back an inch once you've reached her cervix. Then you put your hand around your cock to stop you going in any further. If you go in any further, you'll hurt her and she'll never have sex with you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," He said hoarsely. "Once inside, I pull back from her cervix and use my hand to stop me going further."
"Good boy." She said as she slowly rose up his cock. "Keep your hand where it is. If I'm going to fuck you, you keep that hand where it is."
Not only could Glyn not believe his eyes, he couldn't believe his ears. Mary lowered herself back down to his hand and stopped. "Now I've got used to the size of this massive fucking cock inside me, are you ready to fuck?" Glyn was unable to speak, transfixed by the sight in front of him. "Answer me, Glyn. Do you want Mary to fuck you? Do you want to come inside me? Do you want me to come on this massive cock of yours?"
Without thinking, "YES! YES! YES!" he yelped, as Mary rode up his cock then back down to his hand. Up and down. Up and down. The juices from her pussy had covered his cock and she began to move faster. Her breaths were deeper the more she humped up and down his pole.
Glyn looked up. She threw her head backwards, closed her eyes and opened her mouth as if about to scream. He listened to her erratic breaths and whimpers as she rode his cock. It took all his effort not to let go and pump all his cock as far as he could into her. Thoughts speared through his mind. "Fuck, she's hot. She's bouncing up and down on my cock. Jesus, look at her, she's fucking lost it. Wow, this is fucking amazing." His cock throbbed and pulsed. He could feel his semen rising. He stopped breathing and whimpered, "I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, baby. Come for me." She said, as she clamped her thighs together around his cock. "Come for me."
That was all he could take. A spasm shot through his body and his back arched up from the bed. Mary squealed as the first jet of come rocketed into her pussy. He ejected three more ropes of come inside her and fell back on the bed, panting for breath.
Mary eased herself off his cock and collapsed on the bed beside him. Neither said a word for what seemed like minutes, as their breathing returned to normal. She turned her head and looked at her son.
"Did you like that?"
Glyn rose up onto an elbow and looked down at his mom. "That was fucking amazing," he said as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Mary raised a hand and gently pushed him back, thinking: "I can't kiss him. That's too intimate." Then it struck her, "I just fucked him. What can be more intimate than that?" Mary gazed into her lover's eyes, put her hand around his head and pulled him back to her. They kissed like lovers and it wasn't long before Glyn was hard again. Mary ended the embrace and sat up on the bed.
"I need to rest a bit before your second lesson."
"My second lesson!" He said enthusiastically.
"That's if you want it." She teased.
"Yeah, I want it."
"Lesson one was me fucking you. Lesson two is you fucking me." Mary got up and looked at the perfect young man lying prone on the bed, his erection bouncing against his stomach. "Come on. Put on your robe and let's go down stairs to see in Christmas."
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Nay brushed her headfur back from her eyes, and looked around the crowded room. She grinned at the fox exiting the stage- Raz was in a good mood tonight. As the Security Demon on duty tonight, she was between the stage and the crowd, enjoying the show. The lights changed and the band cranked out a bluesy sound as the next dancer -a peacock in full display- strutted across the stage... The band had a new member, and Nay chuckled- Foxxy was sitting close by, watching the tawny cat the way a kitten stalks a mouse. She enjoyed the Lounge- the crowd was ever changing and the staff was, well, fun. She was busy as the crowd thinned and the employees began to drift off to wherever. As she made one final walk around before leaving, she heard a noise in the kitchen...moving cautiously, she opened the door and slipped inside. The kitchen was sparkling clean. As she walked around, she saw that the new assistant was still there, curled up on a metal tray in the corner... "What are you doing?" He startled and looked at her warily. "Nothing misstressss, I sssimply was resting here. Eft will not allow me to return home, and I have nowhere to go where it would be ssssafe.." She blinked. "Safe?" He sighed. "I am a ssssalamander... my options are limited." "ah." He stood and padded close to her, his gray skin giving him a shadowy appearance in the shining kitchen. Up close, he was taller then she had first thought, his dark gray skin spotted with bright yellow dots down his back, his tongue flickering as he looked at her curiously. "What manner of animal are you, mistressss? your sssscent is not exactly wolfisssssh..." A grin showed her sharp fangs. "I am a DemonWolf"...she reached out a paw and put it on his arm- he was hot to the touch, almost uncomfortably so, but not quite. He yelped and pulled back, then looked at her in utter amazement. "You did not burn! You..." he pulled off his gloves and reached for her, only pulling back at the last minute. "Mistresssss? ...May I ...touch your fur?" She gave a soft nod, and watched his face- what was the big deal? Then she realized- Salamander- he could not touch normal furries without injuring them! Her demonic nature allowed it. Ssaven approached the wolfess and reached a trembling hand to her face, his long gray fingers brushed her fur so softly it was as if a moth had kissed her muzzle. When she allowed it, he stepped closer, and pressed both hands against her upper arms, his fingers splayed in her fur. "it is ssso sssso ssssoft... sssssofter then ssssand.." he marveled. "my fur?" Ssaven nodded. "I have never felt any fur before..." Nay reached out to the salamander and caressed his skin with a soft paw. He shuddered, closing his eyes in bliss and nuzzling against her fingers. Emboldened by her caress, he walked forward until he was close enough to be plastered against her, his arms sliding around her, to pet her back softly. Well. She was about to tell him to back off, when she realized the salamander was ...weeping? "to touch sssssuch ssssoftnesssssess.." he gasped, his hot paws caressing her all over... Alll overr... "wait there now, uuh Saven" "Ssssaven" "yea, um, yea...I think maybe this...ooohhhmy" Ssaven's forked tongue curled around her muzzle, tasting, as his paw caressed her more intimately, pressing against her sex, warm and insistant..She hesitated only a moment and he moaned gently, his fingers cupping her through the security uniform which was NOT fireproof and already smoldering.. Without another word, she took the uniform off, the salamander hissing in pleasure as he caressed her furry body. He nuzzled between her ample breasts, pressing against her fur, his tongue curling around a nipple, the heat almost, but not quite painful. She lowered them both to the floor, the salamander clinging to her desperately, his knee between her legs, his throbbing cock pressed against her body.. She caressed the smooth length of him, and he responded with such noises that you might think he was in pain- the joy of being caressed my paws, not scales, not other salamanders, but the fur he so lusted after... She pushed him away and sat up, and he groveled at her knee, wanting and eager.. Curious, she reached out and stroked his cock, listening to him keen with pleasure, his hip thrusting him into her hand. "Ohhhhh Missssstresssss!" When she leaned over to taste him, the salamander fairly howled his pleasure, a scream that echoed in her sensitive ears. "stop that" "yessssss misstreesssss" She licked the oddly colored cock, as he slid eager wanting paws up her thighs to caress and explore her delights... her slit was wet, and his long tongue darted over it, causing her to moan and open her legs wider to him, her lips closing over the head of his cock as she slowly stroked him into her mouth. SSaven's body arched as if someone had electrocuted him, and he moaned against her heat, his tongue delving deeply within her wet folds, his thumb pressing against her clit. She pushed him onto his back so that she could press her heat against his face , still stroking him into her mouth, her paw tight on his ever warmer cock. Suddenly, she turned and impaled herself against his cock, pressing the huge throbbing length within her. He was holding back his shrieks as only a trained Sub could do, but she could literally FEEL them in his body as he thrust helplessly into her, his paws never ceasing to caress her fur. She rode him hard, using the salamander, as she felt the wetness of her excitement drenching her furry thighs ... when his hot tongue again wrapped itself around her nipple, it felt almost like liquid fire, and she arched her back and came against him, her hips rocking into his... He was in agony, so hard he thought he would explode, but afraid that he would injure his new Mistress, and he tried to hold back, but the pleasure was searing what little self control his years of training with Eft had allowed him. With a wordless scream, he came into her, a literal eruption of volcanic energy. The cum was HOT-almost unbearable... but Nay was a DemonWolf, and it merely expanded her pleasure as she continued to milk his cock with her heat.. Expanding their pleasure until they both collapsed, utterly spent. The silence was amazing- only the steam rising and sizzling against their bodies made any noise at all as Nay caressed Ssaven's cheek and he turned to lick at her fingers. "Missstressss? Please don't leave me..." She smiled "I will stay the night, and tomorrow we will find you somewhere else to live..." They curled up on the warm tiled floor, and fell asleep, Ssaven's head pillowed on his furry mistress, his paws tangled in her soft, fireproof fur.
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Moonlight Lounge- Smoldering Fur by Nixe DeFoxx
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*Please note that this is a work of fiction and engaging in risky behavior is dangerous in the real world. Play safely and get tested.*
It all happened so fast. Neville walked in the house and went straight to his room, he was done hiding out in his own house. There was great purpose in the way he took the stairs two at a time, jogged the length of the hall. He pushed into his room and immediately noticed the bed made with fresh sheets. The acidic tinge of sick was gone, replaced by nag champa incense that burned in the window sill. The shower was running, the bathroom door open. He would have liked to think it was an invitation but he sat down on the bed instead and tried not to think of his not so secret crush naked and wet in the next room.
"You left me..."
And Neville let him have it as soon as Brion stepped out of the bathroom. His honey toned skin still dewy from the hot shower, shorts hung loosely around his waist and Neville wasn't the slightest bit distracted. He cussed him out for the things Brion said the night before, for things he said all those years ago. That's how the argument started. They went back and forth, circling each other. Then two fingers to the chest of the other. It was barely a shove but it was enough. The barrier had been breached and a tussle ensued. It wasn't the first time but never with the intensity as that moment. They were men now. There were no pulled punches. Neville might have been bigger but Brion was faster and boxed when they were kids. And he was almost as strong, at one point he had Neville pinned against the dresser. He held Neville's right arm behind him and used his knee to pin the other. In his other hand he grabbed Neville's tank top, the chest gathered in his fist.
"I needed you and you fucking left me, "he screamed in Neville's face, his eyes wet and body trembling with emotion.
"The fuck you mean... You believed that skee-ho gold digging cum bucket over me what you expect me to do... I left you... Mufucka you kicked me out," Neville roared back, flexing under Brion's hold so hard the dresser rocked back against the wall. The force knocked their heads together and their noses collided, lips brushed briefly against each others. "The fuck off me nigga, " Neville grunted as he pushed off again, but this time Brion pressed his body forward.
Their lips met, intentionally this time but Neville was too angry to stop struggling. Even after Brion loosened the grip he held on his wrist and moved his hand to lace his fingers with Neville's. He felt the rough fingertips on his chest, tracing the nearly invisible stretch marks there. It was the tongue that flicked slowly against his bottom lip that got his attention but he didn't succumb. Not completely anyway.
"Wait, Breeze what you doing yo, "he rasped as he pulled his head away, though their hands stayed tangled together behind him. All Brion did was shush him as he chased his lips, shifting his weight so that he sat in Neville's lap.The shorts slid as he moved and Neville felt his excitement against his abs. That did it. He gave in and accepted the persistent pleas of Brion's tongue to get into his mouth. "Are you sure, " Neville tried to say, to remain rational.
In all his dreams he never saw it happening this way, for Brion to be the aggressor. He'd always fantasized an (un)fortunate accident or for Neville himself to grow balls and jump on him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined those callused fingers would be the first to find his manhood, nor did he think that hand would encircle both their cocks and stroke. He pulled Neville's hand around to hold him and didn't flinch when that strong grip pulled him forward then back again, making Brion rock in his lap.
"Oh shit," Brion grunted as he found the magic rhythm, working his hips and hand in tandem. Neville grabbed the back of his neck and forced his tongue back into his mouth for Brion to suck. No words were spoken, no instruction given but as soon as it passed his lips Neville felt the gentle suction and moaned. His other hand slipped further into Brion's shorts and squeezed his bare ass.
"Fuck Breeze you gonna make me nut..."
"That's the point, "he said and Neville smacked his ass so hard his own hand stung. His back arched and his legs clenched around Neville's broad torso. He liked that, Neville thought, and gave him another one. And another and another before Brion began to pant and gasp. "Fuck... Fuck... I'm bout to bust Nev..."
Not wanting to get left behind Neville started to rut his hips against Brion's stroking hand. He clasped his mouth against his so tight their teeth clashed but that didn't stop them. Neville simply tip his head up and push his tongue against Brion's moans. They were music to his ears and Neville wanted nothing more than to keep those going for as long as Brion allowed. A bite to his bottom lip, the pressure good enough to make Brion cry out. Just as he did, the first volley of his climax hit Neville's chin pushing them over the edge together. From there they went shot for shot painting each other with their loads. Without thinking Neville pull Brion's face away from his and raced to catch the pearls they'd painted on his chest. He grunted and slurped hungrily at the trails, his teeth scraping against flesh.
"Fuck that's nasty nigga," Brion said but his tone in no way implied disgust to Neville's ears. In fact he brought his long slender fingers to Neville's lips and pushed them in. He smirked as Neville slurped them into his mouth. "Suck," he said quietly but Neville felt a hint of authority in his voice and decided to give an order of his own.
"Up," he said but he didn't wait for Brion to respond, instead lifted him bodily from his lap, took two steps and tossed him onto the bed. He tried to get up but Neville pushed him back down and smiled as fear flashed across that handsome face. "Don't worry Breeze I'm not goin' fuck you but when I'm done you might be begging."
With that he yanked the shorts away and set to sucking the last of their seed from the fur between his cute little barely inny navel and his cock . He heard him moan but was lost in the exploration of their flavors and continued to lick and suckle every drop of Brion's precious essence. He wanted more, needed more of the thick salty musk of this man he'd always loved. And he would get it no matter how much Brion insisted he wouldn't get it up.
"I'm telling you bruh, it ain't happening," he gasp as Neville moved his head to suckle his balls. His body tensed with each lick of the sensitive flesh between his sack and anus. He didn't pull away and Neville smiled, ran his nose along the base of Brion's heavy 6 inches. It wasn't even half hard but Neville had seen it at the 9 it would be at full length. Brion brought his hands to the back of Neville's head and pulled in as Neville breathed in deep. He moaned low and deep as Neville dragged his lips across his inner thighs.
Then it happened, the moment Neville had been waiting for. The widening of those strong corded thighs, an invitation to enjoy him further. Neville took a quick peek at Brion, his head back eyes closed lost in pleasure. The pleasure that Neville gave. He kissed and licked, nibbled and caressed Brion's entire package waiting for the moment his hips began to writhe. When they did he slowly, deliberately lifted those muscled legs with no resistance. From this angle Neville got a good look at the true prize of the day. Tight, pinker than he imagined and ringed by a fine coating of curly brown hair, Neville wasted no time getting his first taste. He knew this would be a shock to any heterosexual man, the teasing of his anus, but Neville hoped that Brion would not stop him. Slowly he began, tentative pokes at his rim that were answered by moans and grunts of pleasure. Neville raised his eyes again as he took a long slow lick around the circumference of his entrance and watched as the other man shuddered and gasped. Another revolution arched his back off the mattress and Neville couldn't help the growl that escaped his chest at that, nor the slap he delivered to Brion's hard abs with both hands. He trailed his fingers down the rippled 8 pack and hot bulging oblique muscles, ran his tongue along the indentation there before he made a triangle with his hands around Brion cock and balls. His rock hard cook, that dripped and leaked precum down his shaft. Neville started to bring that to his attention but didn't want to seem arrogant so he enjoyed the view on his own. He squeezed his package, pushing it up and away from his asshole. He blew on it and the tight little hole flexed ever so slightly. He spit on it and Brion gasped but when Neville pressed his tongue against it Brion's hips shot up off the bed.
"Fuck baby lick my ass," he groaned and Neville bit his lip to keep from thinking too much of the pet name. Instead he distracted himself with loving strokes of his tongue against that now quivering hole. With his thumbs, Neville massaged the base of Brion's balls as he slowly made the push to get inside him. Every thrust of his tongue was met with a thrust of his hips, if Neville held his tongue inside him Brion would grind against his face. "Shit that feel too good...Gotdamn you got me rocked up like a mufucka..." Brion trailed off into grunts and whimpers as he started to stroke himself. Neville would have rather he didn't but couldn't bring himself to stop him. He'd wanted to see him just like this, skin glistening and face flush. His eyes lost somewhere in the back of his head, toes curled tight as he beat his dick feverishly. He was on the brink, Neville could feel it in the way his hole quivered and clenched around his tongue. He wanted him to come, to explode from his touch. With an almost evil grin, Neville shoved his thick thumb deep inside that hot hole. "Ohhhh shit you sneaky muthafuckmeI'mbouttobustthisnut!!"
Neville had to hold him down for fear his thrashing hips might twist his thumb the wrong way as he Brion bucked his way through his second climax. Once he settled Neville slipped his thumb from his hole and watched as it clenched itself closed. Gently he kissed that pucker before he stood, all the while his eyes on Brion basking in the afterglow. He went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water then proceeded to wipe away the evidence of their tryst. When he was finished he went back into the bathroom to clean himself up. Back in his room he dropped his shorts and kicked them into his hamper then left naked to get them water. A smile crept across his lips as he came back to find Brion sprawled out in the center of his bed. It wasn't the first time Neville had watched him sleep but now he didn't care if he got caught.
"Damn I can see why you couldn't keep a bitch," Brion said groggily as he rolled over onto his side, showing Neville his chiseled back and bubble butt. "Can't even hold a brotha after you get that nut off huh? Fucked up bruh." Neville laughed and smack his ass as he climbed into bed beside him. He wasn't sure how much affection was too much so he didn't go for full blown spooning just yet, instead he settled for a hand to his thigh. By the time he settled Brion snored quietly beside him. He vaguely remembered turning on his tv and guzzling half his water.
They slept, long and hard. Slumber lowering thier last inhibitions and allowed them touch. Neville lay on his back, Brion on his stomach. His head on Neville's pillow, arm across his chest, lips grazing his shoulder before Neville shifted down. He ran his hand down Brion's thigh and squeezed a little before he settled with a long deep breathe of his scent. One or the other stirred Brion into full wakefulness and he cleared his throat.
"Well, this is awkward," Neville said as he quickly tried to roll away, hiding his hurt feelings. He had been dreaming he thought. But then there was pressure on his hip and an arm around his neck.
"Chill, yo I'm comfortable...But yeah a little," he added the last with a chuckle but Neville stayed in close. "I mean it might just be me but I think I still smell my boys on ya breathe." That got a shot to the rib that was just hard enough to make Brion flinch but he laughed and continued. "What, I'm just saying..."
"Naw it sound like you complaining," Neville said as he went for another love tap, this one to the chest but blocked.
"Naw, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying you a nasty mufucka that all...also not a complaint," Brion added quickly with a laugh. He took a deep breathe, his hand slowly making its way down Neville's chest and sighed. "You know, the other day...I couldn't...You shocked me..."
"I'm good bud..."
"Naw let me finish," he said quietly as his hand came to rub Neville's hard stomach. It had begun to round a little thanks to Gianni's home cooking and rejoining life in the real world. Neville watched that hand, willing it to go lower. He felt Brion on his hip, his hardness wedged between them. "You remember that girl lived across the hall from us freshman year?"
"Tarin," Neville said with a laugh as he remember Brion's freak of an on again off again girlfriend. Neville had always liked her, and not just because she let him watch.
"Yeah you probably got as many blowjobs as I did from that one," Brion said and Neville felt his cock twitch against his hip. "That easter weekend, we stayed and she did us both. I saw you...the way you watched her mouth...licked your lips..." His hopes answered, Neville moaned as Brion started to stroke him again all the while thrusting slowly in time against him. Brion moved to put his face to Neville's, his lips brushed against his ear. "I got the hint and did some digging...you really need to learn to clear your browser history bruh...I knew you wanted it. I started noticing you checking me and at first it kind of weirded me out but that didn't last long. We did everything together man, always had each others back. You went out for track in high school for me why couldn't I do this for you...I know it's not the same but it is. I figured you'd tell me."
Neville moaned and spread his legs as Brion moved his hand down beneath his balls. His long fingers wasted no time making his intentions known forcing their way in between his cheeks. "But you didn't then you went away and I was stuck out here with all these feelings. It wasn't just you wanting me anymore. I wanted this," he said with a smack to Neville's quivering hole. "But then when you kissed me I got shellshocked. I didn't expect it to be so...I didn't know how much...It was good. Too good and it scared me. Then I lost my mind last night and you know why? Not because of any shake to my sexuality. I was jealous..."
"It's not..." Neville managed to say as he watched Brion lift up and lean to his bedside table. He snooped through more than his browser history, Neville thought as Brion knew exactly what drawer to find the flavored lube Gianni told him to buy when they went toy shopping. He poured some on his fingers and rubbed it along Neville's crack making him moan.
"Like that I know, I know but I was fucked up. I figured you'd come to bed at some point and I could set you right but you didn't...Mmmm that's it open up for me," Brion said into his ear as Neville lay back and spread his knees wide. "I wanted to give you this dick so bad baby but I ain't wanna share you with the white boy just yet." Neville laughed at that.
"Yet," Neville repeated breathily as he felt pressure of a middle finger on his rim. He opened his eyes just in time to see Brion smiling at him lustily. His eyes lidded and bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he gave his finger the final push inside Neville's tight hole. They both moaned at that.
"Yeah," he said as he slowly working his finger in that hot chute, rotating his finger back and forth before he started to pull out. Neville watched him watch his hole and lick his lips as it began to loosen under Brion's attention. His dick stood up rock hard against his flat stomach and Neville wanted nothing more than to put it in his mouth. He reached for it, to stroke it, but Brion swatted his hand away. "Naw I had my turn earlier," He whispered, his eyes on Neville, silently asking if he was ready for more. Their eyes locked, Brion squeezed a good amount of the sticky vaguely chocolate flavored goop onto Neville cock before he took it in his grip. The way he looked at it Neville thought he might be working up the nerve to put it in his mouth. He fisted the sheets at the thought, hips thrusted down to meet the two fingers pushing into him. "So how close is it to eating pussy," He asked with a smirk.
"I mean aside from the nuts on your nose pretty close," Neville grunted as Brion spread his fingers inside him. He rocked his ass down to meet his knuckles, eyes slammed shut he was starting to get tunnel vision with the double sensation in his groin. This wasn't the first time he'd had something inside him while he stroked, Neville was sure Brion had seen the two toys in that draw and the little brown bottle. The still unopened jar of water based stuff he read about on line. He imagined Brion might have come across Neville's research on it's uses in his "digging".
"Yeah that's what I figured," Brion said and pull his fingers all the way out. Neville heard the whimper as he watched the slow closing of that muscle. He lean down and blew on it, making Neville shiver and moan his name before he pushed in three fingers. After a few gentle strokes he pulled all the way out again and gave Neville's gape a hard slap before it closed making the big man squirm and moan his name again.
"Ohhh fuck Breeeeze..."
"Yeah say my name again," Brion said with another slap, this one to Neville's sensitive taint. It stung like a bitch but that big black log started dripping clear love juice all over Brion's stroking hand. "Come on baby say it for me."
Neville wasn't so far gone not to recognize what was happening. He heard the tone in Brion's voice change, felt his change of posture. But he couldn't fight it, couldn't stop himself from giving in. Those fingers found their way back inside him and thrust in time with the firm grip on his cock. The rich musk of masculinity filled his nostrils as Brion moved his crotch to Neville's face. He gave his cock a slap before he grabbed his own, push the tip to Neville's lips.
"Say it for me babyboy," he said and Neville whimpered as Brion ran his dick along his bottom lip. When Neville opened his mouth Brion pulled away laughing. "Ah ah ahhh, no baby not til I say so...or you say it." Neville tried to reach up and grab it himself but Brion pinched his nipple hard, making him cry out and his cock drip some more. "When we used to play touch on the greens you never wanted to play your position. You always wanted to be my center. I thought it was because you wanted to protect me, imagine my surprise when I find out it's cause you want to bend over for me. Wanted to feel me pushed up behind you tight, hoping you get a feel of my dick on your ass."
"You don't know shit," Neville said, not even believing it himself and Brion laughed.
"I know I got you open as fuck right now...breathing all hard. Sweating and shit. I know you want me to throw you this dick. I know you losing that fight to hold out on me. You know how I get down baby, you seen me put in work. You always been curious, since that first time you seen me bend Tarin over my desk. Maybe later. I want to see your face the first time you take it," He whispered over Neville's gasps. He chuckled and gave his fingers a twist, knowing he'd found that magical place inside Neville that would open him completely. He wanted to hear it though. "Mmmm see I just want to make you feel good babyboy. Let me take care of you baby..."
He couldn't take it anymore, his fingertips on the ledge Neville let go his grip and plummeted over the edge. He screamed his name over and over again, with every volley of his load as it shot into the air. He vaguely heard Brion mumble something about being ready and the next thing he knew there were balls on his ass and a cock deep inside him. Neville howled at the quick, savage entry but he loved every second. His mind was on fire, pleasure center erupting as Brion went right at him, thrusting through the end of his climax. Neville's chute writhed and quivered around the invasion, trying desperately to grip the rod but Brion slicked the hole well enough that he slipped easily in and out.
"Mmmhmm, that's it babyboy take it for me...take all that dick," Brion grunted into Neville's neck as he pounded into him, their balls slapping loudly against each other. "Fuck that's tight...got me wanting to knock the lining out this ass." He paused then and looked at Neville as he ground his hips into him. He lowered himself so they lay chest to chest, nose to nose. "I'm the first," he said quietly, all of a sudden the bravado gone. The look in his eye was still passion filled but it was softer, loving almost. Neville nodded but that wasn't enough and in an instant the machismo was back. "Aww baby you mean to tell me I'm the first one up in this hot little hole. Ain't nobody else been up in it? Damn got nigga feeling like this mine...Dats what you trying to tell me babyboy...This my ass?"
Neville had hoped he wouldn't ask, especially not like this, as he ground his legnth deep inside him. Every stroke made him see stars. He couldn't in his right mind deny what he knew to be true. Neville had always wanted it to be Brion who took his cherry.
"Yes," he barely said as he clung to the sheets, his legs wrapped tight around Brion's hips, keeping him in deep.
"What was that I ain't hear you?" He teased as he ran his tongue along Neville's lips. "Say it again for me babyboy."
"Fuck Breeze you feel so good..."
"Yeah you too baby but don't change the subject...tell me what I want to hear."
He couldn't take it anymore and gave in completely. "Fuck me Breeze that shit all yours...take my ass fuck you feel so good inside me...it want all of it every inch of that fat dick pounding inside me...fuck me harder don't stop..."
"Mmm shit baby I bet you want this nut too don't you?" Brion asked and Neville could feel him tensing above him. He strokes were starting to become off beat and shallow. He was right, Neville wanted nothing more than to be bred by his best friend and told him so.
"Ohhh please Brion you know I want it...mmm all of it dump that hot cum inside me..."
"That's right babyboy beg for it," Brion said with a soft kiss before he grunted and threw all his weight into Neville for the last stroke before his eruption. Their open mouths pressed together Brion grunted for him to take it over and over with every squirt of his load.
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(I know im a sick individual as i write this story while watching Sweeny Todd.To think that killing gets me all horned up.Well,actually blood has an attractive color,no?Besides,i doubt if any one would care while reading this story.Enjoy.3)
Disclaimer: under no circumstances should anyone under 18 read this unless you are 18, or not offended by gay furry sex which i myself find very appealing since i myself have a partner. If that offends you as well, then go die,Because penguins and foxes,despite what some would believe, do make a good couple.So there.
"Damn it!" Karl the fox sat frustraited at his desk, looking at his physics homework.He was stuck on a rather hard problem, and he was growing more and more tired of it every second. he erased his answer and he tried again.however,this new effort proved fruitless.
Gritting his teeth angrily he screamed at the papers on his desk
"FUCK YOU! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE CIRCUMFRENCE OF OUR SUN?!
Just then his room mate walked in.
"Geez, whats your problem?"
Karl looked back to see his room mate Terri walk in. He was a cute raccoon,but could be a little shy or feisty at times.
"It's this stupid physic question. i can't figure it out."
"Awww...Is my widdle foxy having truwbble?"
Terri hugged Karl from behind, giving him a good squeeze.
"Please,not now Terri, I'm sort of busy."
Terri's hug grew lighter, and he slowly began to run one of his paws slowly down Karl's chest and towards his crotch.
"Please? Besides,you could use a break from physics,and study up on some...Biology."
Karl smiled as the raccoon was now rubbing the inside of his leg gently.Looking up, he saw that the raccoon had that look of wanting on his face,
"Your bed,or mine?"
The raccoon squealed with delight as he was tackled gently onto Karl's bed.He liked Karl's bed because it always smelled like him,even if he wasn't in the room when he was there.Karl was on top,looking into the raccoon's green eyes.
"You really wanna do this then?"
Terri gave Karl's ass a tight sqweeze.
"You bet you sweet foxy ass i do."
"OK then."
Karl began to slowly pull off Terri's shorts,exposing tht he wasn't wearing any type of underwear,and tht the raccoon had begun to grow fully erect.
"eager are we?"
Terri just let out an excited giggle.
As Karl began to run his hand up to Terri's chest, Terry began to pull off Karl's shirt.
'Let's get you a little released, shall we?"
Karl let out an approving growl as Terri slipped Karl's pants and boxers off.
Now that both of them were alone,Karl motoned for the raccoon to sit at the edge of the bed.
Getting on his knees,Karl gripped Terri's cock in his paw, and slowly began to run his muzzle along Terri's cock.Terri loet out a moan of pleasure, letting the fox play with him.
"You ready?"
Terri nodded, and then Karl slipped his mouth around the raccoon's cock. Terri let out a soft little growl of pleasure as he watched the fox suck his cock,his soft muzzle and tounge brushing against all the sensitive parts.
This wasn't the first time the two has had sex. They met each other at the start of the school year and since then, they had hit it off very well.
He looked on at the small triangular ears as they moved up and down, the feeling of Karl's soft and slippery tounge making his cock even harder and slick.Terri leaned his head back and placed his hand on Karl's head, moving it up and down his cock in a pulsive rythem.Karl obviously knew exactly where to lick.And carl had to admit, he didn't mind taking a break to enjoy his lover.He could feel Terri's hand on the back of his head as he slowly ran his fingers along his ears,petting him gently.
Terri suddenly felt that tingling warmth inside his cock,and he let out a small warning yip to Karl.Karl stayed where he was,he felt Terri's cock pulsate as he came in his mouth.Raccoon cum always had a certain sweetness and saltiness to it.A taste that Karl liked,he had gotten used to such a fine taste.Hell, he enjoyed the taste more often that the beers that he had now and again.However,Terri had been saving alot up, for it dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin.
Terri glanced at Karl and smiled,watching as the fox licked the extra cum off his lips.
"You look cute with a litte bit of cream on you"
Terri said as he stroked Karl's cheek.
"Well, i have all this pent up stress, and I need you to release it..."
Karl gave that longing glance to Terri.Terri leaned back and motioned with a finger.
"Then come and get it, you sexy fox"
Grabbing a small bottle of lube,Karl squeezed te contents onto his now fully erect dick, and climbling in between Terri's legs, he lifted Terri's legs onto his shoulders, positioning himself right outside Terri's tail hole.
"Are you ready?"
Terri gave Karl a lick on the cheek and whispered,
"Be gentle."
Karl eased himself into Terri as gently and as slowly as he possibly could. he didn't want to hurt Terri.Karl started off slow,gradually progressing as Terri let out small moans of pleasure every now and again..But the warmth from the feeling of being inside Terri was amazing. Karl hadn't been inside Terri for a while,so he was pretty tight. It was hard to push in,but as he continued to, Terri eventually began to loosen up.Te feeling of having Carl's cock pound into him was almost to much to bear. The scent of aroused male filling up the room along with horomones made Terri begin to let out small pants to accompany Karl's now yiffing body on top of him.Karl stared into Terri's green eyes, They reflected his blue eyes back at him.Karl began to grow more frantic as he felt his knot wanting to force its way into the loosening tail hole in which it filled.Karl began to yiff loudly now,not wanting to go so easy.
"Please...'
He begged Terri to let him go nuts.
"Pound me into this bed!"
Not waiting another moment, Karl gave a hard thrust as his knot forced its way into Terri, giving that ultimate feeling that the fox craved.With a howl of triumph,Karl came inside Terri,filling him so full that his fox cum began to slowly dribble out of Terri's tail hole.
Terri let out a moan of satisfaction,feeling his insides catch fire as molten fox cum poured inside him.Karl and Terri panted heavily,Both having released themselves of all things.Karl then pulled out of Terri slowly,as to not hurt him too much,but he slid out with a sort of ease.They looked at each other compassionately,until Karl spoke.
"Guess I should get back to that problem huh?"
"Why? It's not due until Friday,and it's Monday!"
Terri gave that same look as before,and pulled the fox into a kiss.
"You have all the time in the world silly"
Karl just smiled and kissed Terri,pushing him down onto the bed and cuddling close to the raccoon.
"I guess i can spend a few more hours studying biology.After all, it's one of my favorite subjects..."
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Just us. by Benji Kun
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Fall of Heroes: Venom
Blackness. An infinite sea of blackness. That is what defines my existence. Nothingness. No sensation, no memory. Then suddenly I long for the emptiness again as my entire existence becomes pain. My body is wracked by spasms, everything hurts. Everything. Pain to my very core, all the way into my bones. It's like my blood has become living acid and is trying to eat its way to freedom from my flesh.
Despite the pain, I find I can push it away, distance myself from it. I still feel it, I'm still unable to control my muscle movements, but I now have the clarity of mind to think. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I in such pain?
Firefly. That's my name. Well, not my name, but it's what I'm called. I've been Firefly ever since I showed my first super power when I was 12. There's a scientific name for it, something or other applied pyrokinesis. It means that I sheath my lower body in flames and uses differences in temperature for propulsion. Literally a Firefly. Though it stuck when my dad joked that my butt glowed just like a firefly's when I was in the air.
Dad had helped me a lot when I was developing my powers. I wish he was still here to help me with this, whatever it was. I manage to open my eyes. The spasms have calmed, but I still hurt all over, though it's dimmed to a dull ache. I still don't want to move. Just lay here for a bit, wherever here was, and try to remember more things.
Like my skin, it's purple. Lilac type purple. Has it always been like this? Yeah, yeah it has. Born with obvious mutations, light purple skin, navy blue hair, bright yellow eyes. Dad blamed it on Mom eating those Cheese Puffs that made your tongue turn funny colors. More happy memories of my Dad surface. Always there with something silly to say or a playful insult. There hasn't been a whole lot of laughter in my life since he died.
Things are beginning to come back to me now, slowly. I poke and prod at my foggy memories, trying to get the ball rolling on the events that lead me to here, wherever it is that I am. I don't think I'm in danger, I feel pretty safe, though I get the sense someone is looking for me.
I think I pass out, because I suddenly find myself looking down at myself. I've never had an out of body experience before, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to have another one. I know I'm not dead, 'cause I'm still breathing, but I do look pretty beat up. My suit is totally wrecked, and it appears to have burned away in places. I can see the angry red-purple-black scorch marks on my skin.
I don't burn from heat, I know that at least. I remember showing off on the Fourth of July for the neighborhood picnic by dousing my hand in lighter fluid and using it to ignite my sparklers. ARMOR, the state agency that deals with superpowered individuals, tested my heat endurance when I registered as a superheroine when I turned 16. Their equipment overheated before I did.
So that leaves chemical burns. I have some nasty cuts too, narrow and deep. Glass. I can still see some pieces lodged in me. Those are going to hurt when they come out. I'm laying in a puddle of something thick, sticky, and purple. It isn't blood, I bleed red like just about everyone else. Though personally the only one I know that doesn't is that lobster girl that's a part of the Gathering of Aquatic Superheroes and Heroines. We worked with them a few times when Red Tide held that oil tanker hostage in Grapevine Bay.
'We?' Oh, yeah. I'm part of a supergroup too. No one could think up a name, so we're on record simply as 'Group 144.' Unofficially we're referred to as 'Three Bugs, A Kitty, and a Goo Girl.' Not really a flattering name, but pretty descriptive. The Beetle sisters started it, the lot of us essentially worked the same area, and rather then get in each other's way we decided to work together.
Stag and Lady Bird BEETLE are their battlesuit call signs. I suppose BEETLE is an acronym for something, you can't spit in Megalopolis without hitting an acronym, but I dunno what it means. I never asked. Besides, the suits look bulky and beetle-y enough that I simply take their word for it. They're bright girls, but they kind of snooty and snippy, though I suppose anyone who has enough money to buy the supplies to make and maintain those things probably has those traits burned into them with a branding iron heated by burning old money.
Trigarr is a bit of genetic engineering made by one of many rogue geneticists in order to strike back at a Super by utilizing their own powers. Cerebus, at least the guy who got the name registered first in Megalopolis, is some kind of werewolf looking thing. Big, muscular, fuzzy, three heads, four arms. Trigarr's kind of like that, only replace the wolf with tiger, and change the gender to female. She didn't have a childhood due to an accelerated growth rate, but mentally she's still in the single digits. I'm not surprised that she was dumped by her maker, there isn't a mean bone in her body. She's a sweet kitten.
Thankfully she was born in Megalopolis, Governer Kincaide's made our lovely city-state a wonderful place to live for those who weren't born the traditional way. There's some old case in some musty lawbooks that's interpreted to mean that genetically engineered creatures are considered property. In Megalopolis all it took was 15 minutes of filling out forms at one of ARMOR's bases and Trigarr's considered to be her own person under the Alternate Sentients Rights Act. For a former super-villain, Governer Kincaide has sure made a lot of hero friendly laws.
We lead the nation in powered, mutant, and non-human residents. Heck, I think we have two Aztec gods, several hundred artificial intelligences, a goodly number of space aliens, a talking virus, and a self aware chemistry set as residents. Though calling Alexandria a living chemistry set is an ongoing joke.
She's as puzzled about her origins as everybody else. she's basically a swirling mass of liquids contained in a membranous skin shaped in the general configuration of a human. She doesn't know how, but she's pretty sure that she's the result of a collection of waste compounds from various illegal experiments from a dozen secretive corporations coming together deep in the sewer system. She can confirm that by testing the various compounds that make up and are contained in her body. But basically all she knows is that she woke up one morning as a living thinking being with more knowledge about various branches of science then the entire faculty of Iron State University.
Ok, so I know a bit about who I am now, and I have a good idea about what I was doing. Something superhero-y when I got blasted with something. Detached from the pain of my physical form, my ears tell me the answer to my second question. I'm at the Superion Memorial Park Zoo, where I work when I'm not wearing a mask, a spandex bodysuit, and a pigment projector.
Shit. I'd forgotten about my projector, it's a little gizmo that alters coloration. While Dr. Alicia Reilly is a bright purple mutant who utilizes her slight empathic abilities to take care of animals, Firefly is neon orange and flies around and flings fireballs. One of my better ideas actually, using two super powered identities.
Most people think that most costumed heroes look completely different, that you wouldn't recognize them in the daily lives. They also think that someone using their powers without a secret identity doesn't don a skin tight bodysuit and go out and fight crime during their off hours.
I can't recall anything purple and gooey in glass containers being stored around the zoo, so I'm pretty sure I flew here instinctively after I got hurt. I also appear to be doing better, as my body isn't moaning anymore, nor is it breathing quickly. I hear myself mmm softly as I curl into the fetal position, apparently feeling better.
I kneel down to take a look at the purple gunk, and I suddenly find myself in a theater, a bucket of popcorn in one hand, my waterbottle in the other, and a box of Gobstoppers under my arm. I see a tall, muscular blue scaled woman waving me toward her. I can't help but chuckle, she's quite good with mental imagery.
I plop down into a seat that's far more comfortable then the real deal, setting the snacks aside.
"Heya Hiss." I say with a smile to my scaled friend.
She leans down and hugs me, as big as she is she shouldn't fit into a theater seat, but as this is only a mental projection silly things like the laws of physics don't really matter.
"My lady," she says as she releases the hug, "You've been hurt quite badly, I have managed to suppress your pain and let your physical self rest, but a lot of weird things are happening, and I'm not sure what they are, or how to deal with them."
Though she treats me like a queen from a feudal era, Hiss does it only out of respect. I'm not only the head veterinarian for the zoo, I'm also the only one who's managed to figure out that the 50 foot long, bright blue star attraction of the snake exhibit is smarter then she appears to be, and has enough psychic ability to twist my mind into knots if she wanted to. For the most part though she's content to sun herself and spend the day telepathically chatting with me.
When she was discovered napping on a stretch of airport runway, she was immediately brought to the zoo as we tried to figure out what exactly she was. She's poisonous and of constrictor size, she also has key traits from various species of serpent, so we're pretty sure that she's yet another bit of genetic engineering that wandered off from its creator and took a tour of the city.
All the elementary schools got to vote on a name for her, though we didn't know she was a girl at the time, so 'Lord Hiss' was the winner. I was on sick leave the first week she was at the zoo, or more precisely Alicia was. Firefly had to help repel an invading horde of frogmen intent on claiming one of the nicer sections of beachfront property as their own. Got a nice bonus in my ARMOR paycheck from the grateful community too.
Anyhow, Hiss proved to not particularly care for being poked and prodded by curious herpetologists, and so she was quite moody and quite resistant to sedatives by the time I got back. A little mental nudge to calm her down and a quick scan of my mind told her I was friendly and interested in helping her. I also got her into a cage of her own away from several amorous Anaconda males, so she was quite thankful for that as well.
"And I've been helping you out ever since." Hiss adds with a fanged grin. "Thankfully you had enough time to call the engraver to get the plaque to read 'Lady Hiss,' I don't particularly desire to be the first reptile with gender confusion issues."
I roll my eyes, she catches the gesture and chuckles. "Well, enough silliness, I can tell that you're having a few memory problems, more then likely from a bad concussion. You heal quickly, so I can't tell how badly you got thwacked originally, but you do have a bit of a concussion right now. Your burns aren't healing as fast as they ought to be though. Your cuts either. Maybe it's the purple stuff you're covered with. It smells familiar, though I can't place it."
Her eyes unfocus for a moment before returning to clarity. "Odd, the last week before waking up here are a complete blank for you. You've been on duty here as normal except yesterday and today, and I didn't pick up anything odd from you then. Ah! There we are! I think I can call it up, though I'm going to have to process it."
She points to the screen, "So you won't remember it until you see it up there."
I shrug, "Well, let's get the movie started then." I say as I reach for the popcorn. "I just hope it's not directed by Uwe Boll."
Hiss winces, "I have a number of stored insights from zoo patrons and staff members. I'm beginning to suspect that he has undocumented mind control powers over studio executives. One of the janitors, Chen, rented 'House of the Dead' the other night."
"Poor him." I say with a chuckle, leaning back in the chair and propping my feet on the one in front of me. Having gone though a memory movie session once before with Hiss, I know that I ought to be as relaxed as possible.
She squeezes my shoulder gently. For lacking the requisite bodyparts in her true form, Hiss knows a great deal about nonverbal communication in humanoids. It's comforting to know that she takes the time to study how to behave in a comforting manner.
"If you'd shoosh yourself and focus, I'm sure we could begin." she teases. My mind is going a mile a minute right now, it takes a few deep breaths before I can concentrate on the task at hand, that being essentially reliving the sensory experiences I had in my memories. It isn't dangerous, memories of pain can't harm me, but it does hurt. Thankfully Hiss is able to dull the sensations somewhat at those points.
"Ok, let's fire up the projector."
-
I'm having another one of those out of body experiences, watching myself flying through the air in my Firefly guise. I'm going pretty fast, I apparently need to be somewhere quickly. An emergency. There'd been a gang raid, I remember now. Well, it may be gang related. The Skulls are a gang at least, their supposed rivals this evening are more of an urban legend then anything else.
The Vipers, no one has actually seen one, but we've all seen their tags and we've all felt their influence. They have no history in Megalopolis, they just came out of nowhere one day, and the next we had the street dealers selling Venom.
Venom, yeah, that's what this was all about. It's the newest designer drug, just about perfect from all points of view. It's cheap, the effects are dramatic, there are almost no risks involved, and it's non-addictive to 90 percent of the population. But that ten percent really get pulled into it.
There aren't any real withdrawal symptoms, it's just that the damn stuff boosts things so well that that 10 percent feels like they're only truly themselves when they're under the effects of Venom.
It starts out with a calming effect, proceeding into a sense of contentment and euphoria. That lasts for the entire eight hour span of a normal dose. After that there are a number of effects that kick in at certain points, at the one hour mark there's a noticeable increase in mental clarity. ARMOR's tests show on average a twenty to thirty point increase in IQ, but the effect is more powerful in brighter individuals.
An hour and a half into the Venom high the senses begin to sharpen, everything seems more vibrant and alive. At two hours the body begins to run more efficiently somehow. Strength, reflexes, stamina, an increase in metabolism. The munchies are about the only side effect Venom has, but with the metabolic boost, nothing usually comes out of it.
Again, the effects are more pronounced in those that are already strong, fast, and tough. While it won't let you bench press buses like the Minotaur unless you've already got parahuman levels of strength, it's enough to make a small, frail girl on par with your average professional wrestler.
From there the effects remain at their peak power until around hour 6 or so, when they begin to slowly taper off. It's not at a rate that anyone would notice. The user begins to feel fatigue building around hour 7, and by the time they come down entirely in the eighth hour, most are interested only in taking a nap.
Though Venom does have one really nasty use. In almost all powered individuals it can actually strengthen just about any ability. Again ARMOR found that Venom was capable of boosting 90 percent of powers by a rating of 1 or 2 on the Tesla Metahuman Ability Scale. Now THAT is capable of making somebody with minor strength enhancements able to benchpress a bus. In some users it's just a single ability, in others they find all their powers enhanced.
I shiver as I watch myself flying, I have no idea how I know so much about Venom, I don't remember researching it. I'm hoping it was prepared data that I read in order to help deal with the gang fight aftermath.
-
"Venom. That's what that scent is." Hiss says softly, giving me a concerned look, "You're completely saturated with the stuff.
My eyes widen and I bite my lip, thinking for a moment. "It shouldn't have much of an effect. ARMOR tested huge doses of the stuff in all the forms it comes it, liquid, powder, capsule, the amount didn't seem to have any baring on the effects."
"It's gooey, like jelly. I've never heard of it in that state despite all of my snooping in other people's minds. It smells strong too, really pungent, not like the stuff Director Henson uses. I think it's the pure stuff. I don't have any idea how much they dilute it before putting it out on the street. And the only way I can think of for you to have it covering your entire body is to have taken a swim in it. And if that's the case, you might've swallowed a bunch more then got stuck to you."
"And more could've gotten into me though my burns and cuts. Great. We don't know how much I've got, how powerful it is, and no antidote for any of it." I sigh, "And you said there were 'weird things' going on inside me?"
Hiss looks down at the floor. "Uh... they've kind of stopped being entirely inside now. There was some pulsing and writhing under your skin for awhile, now you're sweating this thick blue-gray gunk. I think it's a cocoon."
"You mean I'm changing into something else?!" I say in a choked whisper. Being purple is bad enough without having horns or hooves or twin rows of razor sharp spines going down your back. They tend to make matters of fashion notoriously difficult. That is on top of being a big glaring neon sign that flashes "MUTANT" to anybody who so much as glances in your direction.
"I'm sorry to say that you are, and I can't even give you a hint as to what. The stuff seems to be blocking all of my attempts to see through it. I'm going to let a little bit of sensation though. Tell me what you feel."
Hiss reconnects my mind to my body, letting only a tiny fraction of sensory input in. My eyes widen as I find this small piece entirely overwhelming. "CUT IT!" I yell, "CUT THE LINK!"
As she does so I begin to pant, breathing hard and sweating even in the mental realm from the exertion of what I'd just felt.
The serpent looks at me with concern as I shiver with aftershocks from the overwhelming feelings I'd just experienced, "Are you burning up inside again?"
I clench my teeth and shake my head back and forth, every muscle in my mental body tensed up. It takes me a moment before I'm able to release. "No, Gods no. No pain at all. It felt incredible, wonderful. How much did you let me feel?" I ask, taking deep breaths.
"Ten percent." is Hiss' puzzled reply.
I shiver again. "I can't imagine what that would feel like ten times as intense."
"I should've cut you off from it sooner, but there didn't seem to be any problems at first. You just suddenly started shouting. You just turned and stared at the screen for twenty minutes after I opened the connection, I didn't sense any problems with you."
"No way. You opened the connection then maybe a second passed, then I couldn't take it and yelled for you to stop." I shake my head, none of this is making any sense. Though if whatever is happening to me is making me black out, maybe it has something to do with the huge gap in my memory.
-
There's a sudden flash and I find myself entering the building where the gang fight had taken place. Not watching myself going in. There's a sense of detachment though, I feel my body moving, but I'm not directing the motion.
I take a look around the run down apartment complex, though sealed, boarded up and abandoned, it seems that someone has decided to take up residence here. I realize I know where this is, it's the Lakeview apartment complex. I suppose there used to be a lake view. If you stood on the roof thirty years ago you might be able to see a sliver of Platinum Lake over the hilly area of Emerald Heights.
That's all isolated now. Governer Kincaide had it all sealed off right after the Fallen War was over. The whole thing was a pretty nasty conflict, but Platinum Lake now houses a virus that alters people into 'living works of art,' at least according to the Fleshshaper. Emerald Heights, once the place where the newly wealthy flocked to, got blasted back to the stone age. Kinda.
Electricity works fine and all, it's just that everything kind of got turned all Flintstones-like. Emerald Heights is probably the reason for the quarantine. Basically anything with a motor became a dinosaur or something of the like. It's a big jungle now, filled with dinosaurs and sabertooth tigers. Of course some of them still commute to work out in the rest of Megalopolis. Every near-human became some sort of anthropomorphic animal.
The effect that caused the changes in Emerald Heights is still in effect, though weakened. Sure, you start growing fur and fangs the moment you step over the city limits line, but it's not permanent. Five minutes a day in Platinum Lake is enough to stave off permanent transformation forever. It takes about twelve hours to change to and from forms. Though the process is much quicker on animals, only taking an , and even less on technology. Depending on how complex it is, it could be a couple minutes, or happen in seconds.
Kincaide's Dev-Bots put the walls 100 yards out from the furthest visible effect, but he evacuated and condemned all the property 100 yards from where the wall is just in case of some sort of lingering energy.
Emerald Heights actually sees a lot of new residents, some are big game hunters up for a new challenge, others are interested in studying the place, others like the back to nature lifestyle, while others find living amongst other beast-people to be much more comfortable then out amongst the human residents of Megalopolis. There's also the tourism trade, the novelty of being a big fluffball for a few days without any side effects afterwards is a big draw. Heck, some people stay a solid week inside Emerald Heights so it DOES remain permanent. Damn sight cheaper then the Body Shops' Feral Formulas, and you don't have to keep shelling out the dough.
I have the sensation of a mental shiver as I feel something slip into a corner of my mind, having milked that information from me. I don't particularly care for the feeling. I think whatever it was has been looking for information before, having me call to mind some other bits of knowledge. It seems to be growing more eager, as I feel it now, it isn't being as subtle as it was.
I'm in the middle of the apartment complex now, it seems to be where the fighting occurred, as I see puddles of dried blood about. The police have come and gone, and the crime scene is open to investigative heroic types, like myself.
The rest of the group are already here, I see the BEETLE Sisters over in the corner looking at something. Alexandria and Trigarr on the other hand are walking around the outer edge of the once pristine plaza, Alex more then likely doing her Sherlock Holmes thing, while Trigarr sniffs about.
Knowing better then to talk to the sisters when they're occupied, I walk over to my fellow metahumans, who seem to have found something. "Smells like sex here." Trigarr choruses quietly, for such a large creature she has a extremely meek, quiet voice.
"That's nice, Trig." Alexandria says, scowling at the three headed tigress and putting a finger to her lips. Trigarr's mental programming includes a number of nonvocal commands, the downward wave the follows the finger to the lips telling Trig to drop the subject.
Alexandria and Trigarr would be the perfect team if they could communicate efficiently. Alex tends to speak in scientific terms and has difficulty trying to decipher Trigarr's simplistic phrases and thought patterns. I find myself to be an effective translator.
"Smell-type smell, or color-smell?" I ask as I walk up. Trigarr's able to sense, I don't know what the exact specification is, auras, energies, stuff like that. She can't explain exactly how she does it, to her it feels like she's using her nose, but what it tells her are sort of like colors too, thus color-smell.
"Both." she says with a trio of nods, "Girl-girl sex."
Alexandria chuckles, "And where, do tell, did you sample that aroma?"
Both Trig and Alex live in the group base we bought with grants from ARMOR, as Trig needs constant supervision and Alex never sleeps. As shy as Trig is, and as information hungry as Alex is, they don't leave the base very often.
Rather then reply Trig turns the gaze of one head towards our teammates in the corner.
"Oh ick!" I say, sticking out my tongue. "I seriously didn't need to know about their incestuous ways!"
Alex strokes her chin for a moment before speaking, "I presume that it is the only intimate relationship maintainable due to their less then stellar attitudes, predisposition towards browbeating and bullying any disagreeing parties, and permanent delusions of grandeur in regards to the correctness of their cognitive functions."
Trig blinks and looks at me to make sense of that jumble. "She means that no one else can stand them, and that they're a bit bullying and always think that they're right."
The tigress brightens and nods, "Aaaah! Bullying. Being mean, like when Lady steps on Trig's tail, even when she makes sure to keep it under her chair."
Alex pats her shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry about it, charted behavior patterns indicate the choosing of a heroic lifestyle by only 2.84 percent."
I hold my forefinger and thumb about an inch apart, "They're this close from being supervillains."
"Nah, more like this." Alex says with a chuckle, making the same gesture, but half the size. Trig puts her handpaws over her mouths to stifle some giggles as she walks on. All three of her faces take on puzzled expressions.
She sniffs the air, taking in deep breaths. "Funny smell here. Funny sex smell. Like girl-girl sex smell but not quite. Girl and not-quite-girl."
"Androgynous? Lacking true gender identity?" Alex suggests.
"Hermaphrodite?" I add, "Boy and girl in one?"
Trig points to me and nods. "Uh huh. Like that. Though not a people smell. Smells like 'Nita, like a snake, but not as fuzzy."
'Nita being Juanita Lopez, who rents space from ARMOR down the hall from our base. Though 'base' is what we call it, it's essentially a large, armor plated apartment with some scientific equipment in the biggest room. The whole building is similarly constructed for supers.
Miss Lopez and Trigarr have similar difficulties in most human build places, low ceilings, small furniture, and easily breakable surroundings. A daughter of Quetzalcoatl, she looks the part. Essentially like a big feathered snake crossed with a human. She's about nine feet tall, and has the enhanced strength and durability one would expect with a super that size. Funny how you never see any eight foot tall, five hundred pound speedsters.
"Snake color-smell all over. All not-quite-girls. Dead human smell, boy humans. No dead girl humans though. Girl humans left with snakes, all happy and purring."
"Purring? How's that?" Alex asks, again not understanding.
"Purring-happy. Sit in the sun, purring. Getting scratched behind the ears, purring. Fish sticks and French fries for dinner, purring. Very, very happy." Trig says with a wistful sigh, naming off several of her favorite things. "Maybe girl-girl sex if Alex is interested, Trig's never tried before."
I wince at the thought of it. To my horror Alexandria had her head tilted to the side, looking slightly upward, another of her thoughtful poses. "Well I do have vast reservoirs of carnal knowledge in function, mechanics, and technique, and I have yet to use them. Though a bit of personal experimentation and analysis would be in order to ascertain the chemical content of my secretions in order to determine the relative safety of the procedure. Calculating resource allotment to the current task, time for gathering and chemical analysis, as well as television broadcast schedules for the next few days... How does Wednesday night sound?" says the green humanoid shape with a smile.
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I sigh and lean against a nearby fake palm tree. "Alex, can you synthesize brain soap? I need to wash my mind free of the image of the two of you... you know."
"You're just envious that you don't have similar romantic adventures planned during a similar timespan." Alex says, sticking out her tongue.
"It's probably due to the bad crowd I hang out with." I respond, making the same gesture.
The friendly bickering might have continued for awhile yet, but a loud thud behind us ended our conversation. We both turned to see an overturned palm quivering, the result of Trig picking it up by the base and tossing it aside.
"Pretty smell." she says, kneeling. "Pretty feather. Hmm, it has a string."
I watch as Trig walks over to us, showing us what she found. It's a large feather, and she's right, it is quite pretty. It's a shade of silver, metallic. Just looking at it I get the hint of being able to see it reflect, but not quite. I don't see what string she's talking about.
"What string, Trig?" I ask the triple headed tigress. She point at the tip and then out the door.
"Not a string for seeing, for color-smelling." she says proudly.
I raise a brow, "What kind of string? Is it short and just hanging off, or is it long?"
"Long. Really long. Goes outside." Trig says, pointing to the hallway and the door beyond. "Can Trig see where the string goes? There might
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be more feathers. They're pretty." she asks, grinning hopefully.
"Well, we'll see. It might be evidence, so you might not be able to keep it." Trig's face, well all three of them, drop a bit at that. "But more then likely it's not too important."
And with a trio of nods, we're headed outside. Trig immediately looks upward into the sky. "Really long string." she says. "Hmm, maybe Trig can make it shorter."
She reaches up into the air with one handpaw and makes a tugging motion, her eyes unfocus for a moment. "Ohh! Pretty place! Trig likes it! Big yard, trees, big big house, pool in the back. Blue roof, kinda funny... blue roof and..."
I groan, "And a wall around it, an arc shaped driveway, and the back wall butts up against the Quarantine Zone. There's also this big metal thing around a fountain out front."
Trigarr nods happily, "Uh huh! That's where the string ends!"
Alex looks at me with a raised brow, she hates it when people know things she doesn't. "That's the Heroine's Plight, it's a superhero/villain themed strip and sex show club, and according to some rumors, a brothel."
The raised brow becomes a glare accompanied by a grin. It's the sort of look that when on the face of someone sitting next to you on a sofa, you instinctively have to thwack them with a pillow. "They actually recruit real heroines for the shows, I get an invitation to check them out and apply for a job in my ARMOR mailbox once a week it seems."
Alex rolls her eyes. "Well, apparently we can see where the owner's tastes lie..."
"In good looking, well built, bright orange girls who unlike some people that could be mentioned, are incapable of having their sneezes eat through metal?" I interrupt, grinning.
Alex just clicks her tongue as I take the feather from Trig. "Don't worry, kitten, if things go well, you'll get it right back." I say, reaching up and giving her central head a few scratches behind the ear.
"So, shall we get going?" I ask, looking at Alex.
Trig immediately perks up. "Balloon ride!"
The googirl on the other hand looks dejected. "No! I may be exceptionally malleable and am capable of hydrogen production for flight. But I am not a sort of public transportation!"
She crosses her arms and looks rather upset. "I refuse to look that silly! Who do you think I am? Plastic Man?"
I chuckle, "I'll go on ahead. Good luck in wrestling the keys to the truck away from the gruesome twosome."
I take to the air, leaving the two to argue. Bleh, the whole concept of the Heroine's Plight is a little bit repulsive to me. The big time draws are the sex shows, always involving cute girl in a bright outfit getting captured by a villainess and done vile, sexual things to. For the most part the girls there are normal, pretty gals in flashy costumes. Some of them have a few minor powers, but what I find really gross is that they have actual heroines working there.
It's just something that makes me uncomfortable, these girls are saving the planet one minute, and then getting tied up and mounted by some hermaphroditic feline-canine humanoid alien thing in front of several dozen, maybe several hundred, people. I don't know how big the shows are, but that mansion is big enough to hold a good couple hundred. Man, what kind of a slut would one have to be to work there?
Well, actually 'there' is now 'here' since I've apparently arrived at the Heroine's Plight. It's the middle of the afternoon, so like most bars there's not a whole lot of action going on. There aren't any bouncers out front, and the door is unlocked, allowing me entry.
I find myself in the lobby, a large rectangular room with several other doors leading off of it, all of a certain motif surrounding them. They're all labeled, and there are little plaques on the wall explaining what each one is. I can't help but be a little bit curious. There's the Jungle, which has... urgh! Shows with animals. Yuck! The Dungeon, which is decidedly bondage. The Laboratory, centered around toys and mechanical stuff. Finally there's the Menagerie, home to all the odd types. Like that cat-dog-girl-herm-thing that's become so popular around here.
It's a bad habit of mine, having to at least browse through every piece of mail I get. The weekly job offers come with a newsletter. I usually just glance at the front page, which has been devoted to the black furred fuzzball, as her show attendances have broken all previous records.
There's only one way out of this room without a bunch of themed stuff surrounding it, the one that has a Bar and Grill sign over it. Not particularly wanting to stare at naked flesh, I head over that way, up the stairs and into the restaurant area. Doesn't look like there are any customers, just the girls that work there, as can be evidenced from the fact that they're all females, all pretty, and most of them wearing skintight costumes.
I approach the girl tending bar and cooking, she's obviously a plant controller, and it looks like she's somewhat plant herself, with her green skin and vines and leaves rather then hair. I prepare to show her the feather and ask her who it belongs to. There's this whole spiel in my mind about a psychic tag, but she just takes one look at me and nods. "You'll be wanting to talk to Miss Skye then." she says, pressing a button on the wall, opening a door at the side of the bar.
"Through there, it's the office at the end with the double doors." she says, smiling in a fashion that makes it obvious that she knows something that I don't. I don't like that look on anybody, so I feel like a mouse walking right into a trap. I have the mental command to turn my flame shield on right on the tip of my brain, so I'm not going to be caught by surprise. So I open the door, and of course I'm taken by surprise.
Laying on the black leather sofa right across from the office is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. The sight of her takes my breath away. Smooth porcelain like skin, brilliant silver hair, and wings, oh her wings, they look so wonderfully soft. Silvery feathers that glimmer and shine, almost like a mirror. She's dressed in a red leather bodysuit, so wonderfully tight, showing off her breasts, round cuts showing her belly, the sides of her breasts, as well as her legs.
I've never considered myself attracted to the female body before, but I can't help but imagine my legs wrapped around this women's head, her tongue caressing my most intimate of places. She looks up from her book, and a shocked expression appears on her face. She appears to be looking at me much as I imagine I'm looking at her.
She gulps and opens her mouth, but no words come out. "Huh huh huh..." she stutters for a moment, shaking her head. "H-have we met before?" she asks quietly. Her voice is beautiful, I want to listen to her talk for hours, the topic doesn't matter, I just want to hear that sweet voice. She sits up and pats the cushion next to here. Spellbound I find myself drawn to her, sitting down.
Oh God, I'm pressing up against her, I can't help it, I want to feel her skin against mine. I want... I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her. She licks her lips, looking over me. She raises a hand, bring it just about to my breast before pulling away. I find myself in her lap, my legs wrapped around her body, hugging her to me. Her soft wings fold around me, her feathers feeling wonderful on my skin.
"Th... this has never happened to me before. Please... I want you but I... don't even... I can barely control myself. Please help me stop." my sweet angel whispers. I close my eyes and lay back on the couch, my lust is still present, but with her warm body pressed up against my loins, it's tolerable.
"I... I'm Firefly." I manage, my mouth suddenly dry, wanting to be wetted with with a kiss from Skye. "I... found a f-feather of yours with a psychic tag in a r-run down apartment building. There had been a gang war or something. The Skulls and the Vipers, we think. No one knows anything about the Vipers."
Skye's lips press gently up against mine for a brief moment, I just about melt at the sensation. "I know of the Vipers. I could tell you so much, if I wasn't so damned horny. I... I feel... do you have the feeling that we've met before? Does... this feel familiar?" she purrs, licking my cheek her tongue sliding down my neck, down the low neckline of my bodysuit and between my breasts.
There's a brief flash of memory, like something from a dream. Almost just like this, feelings of love and desire, darkness, being wrapped in something warm, but it's different, though still soft it's still different. "A serpent's coils." I whisper. "A forked tongue in my mouth, clawed hands caressing my breasts, nursing, a sweet taste in my mouth."
"Oh yes! Mmm... I'll tell you everything you need to know about the Vipers. The S-Skulls were hired to track the Vipers down, by me. I hate them. Ohh... I'd love to tell you why, beloved, but you'll be able to understand much better in a few minutes. We... we need to fuck. Show me your true self, little sister, you've not truly orange, you're purple."
My mind is fogged in a state of lust, but I recognize the danger of letting my true identity slip. But she... already knows my real coloration and that I'm hiding it. If she's feeling for me what I do for her, then she won't hurt me. Ever. It feels so nice, like love at first sight, but deeper, far, far deeper. Like I've found my soulmate. I slip off the bracer that contains my pigment projector as Skye tears off my costume. I don't mind, I'm sure she had plenty of similar solid color spandex outfits around.
"Oh... I've missed you so much, dear one, I nearly died inside when that horrible human stole you away so long ago." she says between showering my breasts with soft kisses. I don't know the meaning of what she's saying, but deep down inside I feel that it's true, whatever it is. She unzips her out suit, I help her pull it down, nuzzling her perfectly sized breasts, running my tongue over sweet pink nipples.
She helps me slide out of the tattered remains of my suit, curling her wings around me. Her soft, sweet feathers feeling heavenly against my bare skin. I want her so badly, but I don't even know how to begin. Then I suddenly find out I don't have to. Something warm and hard is pressing up between my legs. My beloved angel is a hermaphrodite.
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I ought to be surprised, stunned, and maybe a little disgusted. But it just seems so natural for her, for the woman I love to be male and female in one. Even if I had been a little put off by it, odds are those thoughts would have vanished like dust in the wind the moment she slid into me.
I throw back my head, moaning loudly, by entire body tensing, pressing up against her. Gentle hands guide me back down onto the couch, her soft wings beneath me. I can't find the strength to speak, all I can do is lay back and let my beautiful angel slowly thrust into me. She lays down atop me, my head between her breasts. "Suckle from me, beloved." she says.
My body takes that as a command that must be obeyed, I don't know how I manage to do it, so filled with pleasure as I am, but my hands find their way to one breast, bringing it to me mouth, her cute pink nipple with a tiny bead of purple fluid on the tip. My tongue gathers the stray droplet, and a wonderful sensation spreads over my tongue.
It's not just the wonderfully sweat taste, but it's almost like it's an enhancement to my sense of taste, making everything taste better. I press my lips up against her breast, suckling happily. The wonderful sensation oozes down my throat, and in a few moments, everything feels better.
It's like I've lived all my life with every sense wrapped in a veil of wet cloth. My sense of smell becomes so much more sensitive, I can smell Skye's arousal, her desire, her need, and her love. I can detect her emotion. I can tell what she feels more me is real, that she truly loves me. Her scent is strange as well, there is the wonderfully sweet, cinnamon-like smell of her current state, but beneath it there's something else. Something a little more earthy, musky, dry, and wonderful.
I can hear things I could never hear before. I can hear through the walls, into the dressing room for the Bar and Grill's performance stage, where two of the girls are having a little fun of their own. I can even hear the soft wet sounds the strap on makes as it slides slowly from one of them.
My sense of touch is heightened, and with it the stimulation I feel from Skye's perfect cock increases in ways I can't begin to describe. But strangely with the increase in sensation comes an increase in control. I had been almost paralyzed by pleasure, unable to speak, barely able to think coherently.
My vision is also enhanced. I can see every wonderful detail of my lover's face, perfect beauty right down to the smallest detail. She's so beautiful, I want to be with her forever. There's a tiny part of me, a glimmer in my mind that wasn't quiet awake before that gives me a feeling that such a thing might just come to pass. True love, lasting forever.
I'm so lost in exploring my new world of sensation that my climax sneaks up on me, a wonderful rippling flow of heat and pressure. I feel a delicious warmth shooting up inside me, swirling around the center of my being. It's an experience that transcends physical pleasure, and enters into the realm of the spiritual. The wonderful liquid feeling flows over my body, settling into every part of me.
It's a few minutes before I get a sense of my environment back. I sit up, seeing Skye smiling at me from her place next to me on the sofa. She's donned a striking blue leather outfit, much like the red one I saw her in earlier. The wonderful feeling that encompasses my body hasn't faded in the slightest. It feels wonderful to simply exist. The overwhelming sense of desire I felt before is gone, replaced with adoration and affection.
"There," she says with a smile, "I trust you feel better now?"
I nod, "Yeah, I feel really good." her smile is infectious, I can't help but smile back.
"Good. Now, let's properly introduce ourselves. I'm Silver Skye, owner of the fine establishment." she says, extending a hand.
I shake it then introduce myself. "I'm Firefly, a superhero. My patrol area is over on the other side of the Quarantine Zone. My group and I were investigating a gang fight at an abandoned apartment complex between the Skulls, and we think the Vipers. One of my friends found a feather, one of yours, with a psychic tag on it that lead me here."
Skye nods. "The Skulls were mine. I hired them to track down the Vipers. The spell I put on it was meant to allow me to track them, as well as well as provide a sort of surveillance of the scene. Do you have it with you?"
I nod, instinctively reaching for the pocket on my suit, but then I recall that I'm not wearing a suit. Here I am, sitting completely naked, and feeling entirely comfortable with it. I blush a little and point to the somew2hat shredding and mauled pile of fabric that used to be my bodysuit. My beautiful angel leans down and picks it up, riffling through the pockets before finally finding it.
"Thanks." she says with a smile. "It'll take a few minutes in my possession before it allows me to go over the data. But I'm sure you have some questions that aren't related to the gang war. Let me try to explain as best I can. We, you and I, are of a race called the Sisterhood, though in anceint times one group of us referred to ourselves as Gorgons, and the name stuck. Our race was created through intense ritual by a number of sorceresses in ancient times. Though we are able to birth children, they are almost always human girls. Our only sure method of reproduction is transformation."
"I the old days we would watch for decades, trying to find a woman who was stronger enough in mind and spirit, and beautiful enough in body to accept our gifts. Women who were skilled with many things, but mistresses of few. We would slowly fall in love with our chosen one. Some of us would seduce her, others would make promises of power, still others would do their best to make our chosen return our love. Through mating, coupling, close contact, ritual, and sorcery, over the course of several months the chosen girls would slowly transform into their Gorgon state."
"We universally took on at least some reptilian features, with many of us adding bits from other animal species. The chosen has no conscious control over her form, but when her transformation is complete, it feels much like she had been born into the wrong body, and had finally become her true self. Sadly this is almost never the case any longer."
"With the progression of science, the Sisterhood learned what it was that triggered the transformation, and sought to isolate it, to extract it, and to enhance it. And with those sisters who's Gorgon forms were created in this manner, their bodies produced the compounds that induced transformation in such a fashion."
"Now it's almost impossible for a Sister to bring her chosen one into the fold without causing pain. More and more Gorgons are created that have bodies that are aberrant to their minds and spirits. I was one of the first like this. Since it became so easy to convert others, many Sisters simply did so, not bothering to develop a bond with their daughters."
"So for the past few centuries, the Sisterhood as a whole has declined. Our ranks are filled almost exclusively with power hungry Sisters who wear the name Gorgon with pride, after the evil and monstrous Sisters of old. But by speeding up the rate at which we can bring others into the fold, it seems that we've also began weeding out the aspects that grant a Sister our powers. In the past two hundred years there hasn't been a Sister that has had powers even equal to half of my own."
"Many of us do not seek to remedy this problem with our race, thinking only of quantity, not quality. I've begun to reverse the changes in myself, making me better able to make slowly becoming, but powerful, daughters. Unlike most of our race, I feel that humans need to be watched and carefully guided to the proper action our of love and affection, not as a race of inferiors to be controlled and used only for breeding purposes. They see themselves as superior. But we're not. We were born human, most of us anyway, and gifted with powers above and beyond those around us."
"Nowadays with so many humans being born with superhuman ability, the Sisters are slowly regaining their former strength, as the transformation draws out and strengthens their inner power. But they're almost always evil, and interested only in using their power for themselves. And now some of them have found a way to bind a daughter's will to her monster's. So now Gorgons are being created to be nothing more then pawns, thralls to their mistress' will, rather then Sisterhood being granted as a wonderful gift to those who have something to offer the world, and given freely by a creature out of love."
Skye smiles at me, "But you? You're special. You were born several centuries ago, born a Sister, one of maybe one hundred children mothered by a Sister that was born naturally with our gifts. By the time you entered to adulthood, I was well on my way to being one of the most studied historians and ritualists of our race. Unfortunately, I think that with the deaths of several of our race, at the hands of the Gorgon faction, I am the one who is most learned about the rituals and spells that were once common to our race."
"Once when a Sister granted the gift to her chosen, mother and daughter shared a deep, powerful bond. A bond of love and adoration that would always inform one of the other's feelings, an empathic bond. A broken bond, however, is a terrible thing. When a bonded sister causes severe pain to one she is bonded with, the bond shatters, harming both mother and daughter. If there is rage and hate present, it will have terrible effects."
"My 'mother' was one of the first to alter herself to be able to create as many daughters as she could, and she had only known me for a few days when I began to change, and it was only a week from start to finish for my change. My mind and the body she gave me were at complete odds, I am a recreation of an extra-planar being, halfway between a cupid and a succubus. A beautiful angel. My form as a Sister is... demonic. In the state where mind and body opposed one another, I lashed out in uncontrollable rage at my mother, wounding her terribly and breaking the bond between us forever."
"But I learned that I could, with a born Sister, mend my bond in part, by making the Ture Sister my chosen daughter. Doing so would enhance her power, your power, tremendously, as well as creating a powerful bond between the two of us. A bond that transcends death. So long as one of us lives, the other will always be reborn. But the link doesn't recur on it's own, there has to be a face to face meeting."
I smile. "Like just now."
Skye nods. "Exactly like now. The overpowering urge to make love that we felt, that was to restart you transformation. Your true form will be restored to you soon. I know this all sounds strange, but it's true."
I nod, I know it's true. I can feel it inside my mind, I can scent it on the air. She can't lie to me without my knowing, and we both know it. I snuggle up to my Sister-Mother, delighting in the feeling of her soft feathers on my skin. Things are slowly coming back to me. "I'm going to be a herm, aren't I?"
Skye chuckles, "Yes, beloved, all Sisters are male and female."
"And this club, it's so you can draw beautiful girls here to bring into the Sisterhood, isn't it?"
"That is one of it's many uses. It is also a place that I can use my gifts to bring people great pleasure and enjoyment. It's in my nature as an Angel of Desire, to surround myself in an environment filled with lust, desire, and pleasure."
"So it really is a brothel?"
Skye chuckles and nods. "Yes, Firefly, it's also a brothel."
For some reason I don't find that fact as repulsive as I did earlier. In fact, I'm rather looking forward to visiting here again, getting to know my Sister-Mother's employees, and maybe even performing on stage, or in a back room some time.
"Now, let me inform you of the faction of Gorgons that calls themselves The Vipers, their goals, and Venom itself..."
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"The Vipers are a faction of 'baby' Gorgons, there isn't a one of them who has been in the Sisterhood for more then a decade. I think they might have the same Sister-Mother, but I'm not sure of that. There could be two or three mixing their broods. But from what I can tell, whoever is in charge of the group is smart. Incredibly smart. The Vipers aren't making the mistakes that almost all rapid change Sisters make. But though their methods are more professional, they still have the goal of domination, achieved in the short term of a few years."
"So to further their goals, they produce and distribute Venom, a refined version of the transformation essence given off by all Gorgons. Unlike the pure substance, Venom is only able to induce transformation in 10 percent of the female population. But by distributing it, the Vipers hope to create an army of superpowered Sisters."
"A Venom transformation is slow, it takes months of use to induce it, but it brings out stronger powers within the new Sisters then most of us are able to bring about with our traditional bonding methods. Venom transformees are unbound, but given strong social instincts, wanting to be around others of their kind, wanting to fit in, wanting to help other Sisters any way they can."
"In distributing Venom, the Vipers hope to gain a powerful and loyal army of what are essentially pets. While most will be normal girls without any villainous ambition, they can't help themselves. They have to obey their elder sisters. They're addicted to Venom as well, the only creatures that can be, requiring either a sample of Venom every few days, or getting it straight from the source."
Skye smiles at me, cupping her breasts. "Venom is our milk, our seed, our sexual essence. All are suspensions of Venom in slightly different forms. I can only guess as to how it's processed, but however they do it, they make it more powerful, a more concentrated form. The euphoria you felt, the enhancing of the senses, that is the normal effect. Venom strengthens more then the senses. In fact..."
I don't hear what Skye has to say, the sound of my beloved's melodious voices is absent as my body spasms. My vision blurs, the edges fading, and I black out. But I'm not unconscious, I still feel the world around me. It feels cool, slick, smooth, and wet in places. Wet and tight. Mmm... I'm aroused, very around. Somebody is stroking my breasts, there's a tongue in my mouth, my own tongue in my lover's, whoever they may be. My cock is gripped tightly by the wet walls of their sex.
My cock? I don't have a cock! I realize it's not part of the past that I'm remembering, but that means it can only be the present. I moan and open my eyes, peering into the beautiful purple irises of Hiss, her mental projection anyway. I try to speak, but it comes out only as a soft moan. She smiles for a moment before pressing her lips against mine once more. I feel more in control of myself, lifting up my arms to hug her against me.
I know what's happening to me, the Ascension, the transformation from human form, into the true form of a Sister. It must be taking place in the cocoon that surrounds me in the real world, my mind mirroring it. I wrap my legs around Hiss' waist, delighting in the feel of her cools scales on my thighs as I thrust into her.
I ought to be embarrassed, ashamed at what I'm doing. I don't know if this is something that Hiss initiated, or something I started while mentally overcome with visions of the past. But I'm not. I recognize it as nothing more then a coupling for mutual pleasure, my scale-sister enjoying herself while helping to ease my conversion into my new, scaled body.
I can think, I can analyze, but I cannot speak. My muscles don't seem to want to work properly. While a part of my mind is detached from the wonderful feelings of pleasure rocketing through my body, another part remains detached from the pleasures of the flesh, giving me clarity in moments of deepest passion.
Hiss breaks the kiss, much to my disappointment. I moan and lean forward, trying to recapture her tongue, to pull it back into my mouth. But she just smiles and shakes her head. "Sssssh, Little Sister," she says happily, "The transformation can be overwhelming at times. Just relax, let me take care of you for once. You've tended to my physical self for so long, allow me to return the favor."
A hot shiver flows through my body as I climax, the feeling of a wet explosion rocketing through my loans as I feel what it's like to cum as a male. I feel Hiss tense against me. The blue serpent gasps softly, eyes half lidded in pleasure from her own climax. "The change is a wonderfully sexual experience, most often felt in the flesh. But I can sense you're a special case. I've never heard of a Sister changing within a cocoon before. But it gives us a delightful opportunity, to fulfill desires and fantasies that would be difficult to act upon in the real world."
As the theater fades around me, I grin, wondering what sorts of pleasures that my elder Sister has in store for me.
-
The theater is replaced by a jungle, warm, humid, and misty. I find myself chained on a large stone circle set into the ground. My arms are free, but a metal collar around my neck, chaining my to a post rather hinders my movement. My legs are similarly chained, the shackles connect by a bar, spreading my legs wide. The chains are loose enough to let me sit up and move around some, but not long enough so I can get to my feet or reach outside the stone circle.
I'm dressed in a typical jungle babe outfit, leopard fur bikini top and a matching loincloth. A loincloth that I might add is a bit distorted by the recent addition to my body. Well, no time like the present to get acquainted with the recently erected wing of the genital department.
As I reach down to pull the loincloth aside, I find that my skin has an inherent sheen to it. Running my hand over my arm, I find that my skin is incredibly smooth, like rubber. Or latex. I chuckle at that, then go back to the matter at hand. Literally at hand now, as I begin to stroke myself through the loincloth for a few moments before pulling it aside.
Well, it's most definitely NOT a human cock, I have a sheath for one, for two it has a medial ring, and for three, a spade shaped tip like that is most certainly not anything I've seen or heard of in my career in veterinary medicine. Or my recreational porno watching for that matters.
A rustling in the bushes draws my attention, and a few moments later, out slithers Hiss, smaller then life, but still a very large, very blue snake. And in the case very pregnant. I know a pregnant snake when I see one. I open my mouth, but find it suddenly filled with a gag. "No snide remarks!" comes Hiss' voice in my head, "It ruins the whole roleplaying environment!"
The huge serpent slithers up to me, large tongue flicking out, tickling my feet. I can' help but giggle. Hiss slithers closer, between my spread legs, the tip of her tongue flicking over my sex, making me writhe trying to get away from the erotic tickling. There is a different sort of wiggling as a pleasured shiver runs through my body as she slowly runs her tongue over my cock. Her scaly head lowers
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, nuzzling my netherlips. Oh God, she's not going to do what I think she's going to do is she?
She does, beginning to slide her wide scaly body into me. There is no pain, I stretch quite easily to accommodate her. I fall back, bucking my hips wildly. It feels so good, the texture of her scales stimulating me to great heights. She quickly finds resistance in my cervix, but her powerful, muscular body easily pushes past it, giving her entrance to my womb.
I moan loudly through my gag, her cool body slithering into me feels incredible. My enhanced Gorgon senses serving me well, enhancing my pleasure beyond anything I ever felt before my change. I watch, fascinated, as my belly begins to swell with the mass of the serpent inside me. I caress my growing belly, the movements of my hands feeling strangely erotic and pleasurable.
I look several months pregnant, and Hiss barely has a quarter of her body inside me. Good Lord, I'm going to be huge. The prospect excites me, having my belly filled with a live, wriggling snake. My maleness erupts in climax, my lilac colored seed standing out on my darkening purple skin, making my belly slick as I rub it in.
Venom, I'm producing Venom. At this stage it's still weak, not the radiant purple color I know it ought to be, but as soon as my transformation is complete I know it will be of the strength that overwhelmed me during my coupling with Skye, beautiful Skye, my love, my mate, my Sister-Mother.
I can feel Hiss moving inside of my, turning around and around, pulling more and more of her long body into me, my belly growing rapidly. So big, so round, so beautiful. I can barely hug my middle now, it sticks out so far from my body. Strange thoughts fill me mind, of how wonderful this feels, of how beautiful I look like this. Desire flowing through me, a desire to alter and change. Change others, bind them to my will, make them my pets, make them beautiful, like me. Gorgon thoughts.
One or two wouldn't hurt. Defeated villainess vanishing from the public spotlight, living out their lives as my pets, giving pleasure where they once caused only pain. It's not like anybody would miss Miss Mayhem, or the Scarlet Destroyer.
I cum again, hard, a dual climax from both my male and female aspects, puddling on the ground as my femcum gushes from around Hiss' body, my seed dripping down my belly to join it. I'm so big... so wonderfully big. As Hiss' tailtip disappears into me, my belly is massive, as big as I would be curled up into the fetal position.
Hiss shifts and churns inside of me, finally position herself to her liking, and then begins the process of slithering out. Or so I think. She stops with only her head and several feet of body poking out of my sex. She slips out a bit further, bending upward, taking my cock into her mouth, curling her tongue around my cum covered length.
I thrust as best I can into her mouth, it's almost impossible with my huge, round, heavy middle. Her body undulates inside my womanhood, driving me to howl with pleasure. My body tingles, something happening. The changes in the real world carrying over into my mental projection. My breasts swell, growing larger, filling with Venom-laced milk, the nipples growing, becoming partially teat-like, like the long nipples of baby bottles.
My hands go to my breasts, caressing the growing orbs, stroking my nipples, drawing out the first streams of milk that run down my smooth, round belly. My hands are changing too, in a few moments my smallest fingers are gone, the others thickening to replace them, each one tipped with a bright pink claw.
I feel the urge to lick and suckle at my own breasts, my tongue slips out, now long and forked, curling around a fat nipple as I bring my breast to my mouth, the sweet Venom-milk flowing into my mouth. Mmm... it tastes so good.
A virtual explosion of climax rockets through my body as the changes move downward. In a few moments the shackles no longer bind my legs, as I no longer have legs, rather a long, majestic, serpentine tail that rapidly grows out to twenty feet in length. So wonderful, so beautiful, so sensual.
Sadly the tingly feelings of charge are gone in a few moments, leaving me as a beautiful, busty, pregnant looking Lamia-like creature. Hiss releases my shaft, licking her lips for any stray droplets of seed, and begins the process of slithering out of me, faster then she went in, as she's aiding by the lubrication of my cum.
I feel sad as she departs from my body, her weight and presence inside me feeling so comforting. But as she's halfway out, I notice that my belly isn't shrinking as far as it ought. A look at her confirms my suspicions, she no longer appears pregnant, she's laid her eggs inside of me.
As I begin to think of the reasons why she would do such a thing, I feel the jungle heat fading around me, being replaced with a dryer, but hotter environment. I grin and wonder what the next little scene she has in store for me will be.
-
I open my eyes and find myself seated on a throne. I looked over my beautiful body and delight in the changes to it from the last scenario. Apparently I'm some sort of powerful wyrm-serpent, with draconic wings stretching out behind me, and a head topping a long, sinuous neck that allows me to look over a great deal more of my body then before. I'm not sure if this is what I am truly becoming, or something that Hiss has thought up for me for this particular role.
I'm garbed in rather regal looking jewelery, and I'm wearing a tiara of some sort. Just by feeling it with my hands I can get a metal image of what it looks like, my sense of touch heightened by my ascension into the Sisterhood. It's an intricate piece in the shape of a dragon in flight. The long cloaked around my neck, trailing down my back and beneath my tail, feels wonderfully soft.
I'm still pregnant, my rounded middle looking as beautiful as ever, sending thrills of pleasure through my body as I caress it. The caresses stir my maleness to arousal, and a sudden wetness dampens my underbelly scales as my femsex makes its need known, though the sudden throbbing ache in my cock demands attention.
The huge double doors open, and a rather familiar looking blue scaled draconian leads in a number of bound and shackled human girls, all intently staring at the floor. Hiss approaches my throne with the girls in tow, dropping to one knee and bowing before securing their chains to a nearby post.
"Your majesty," she says, "These subjects have spoken out against your rule, they disrespect your wisdom, and mock your beauty. What is worse, they have condemned your sentences to crimes as demonic, terrible acts rather then the fair justice that they truly are. They have also violated your edicts, and have refused the gifts offered by the Scaled Goddess, they have yet to fulfill their duty and mate with a scale-blooded partner, my lady."
I shake my head and click my tongue. "Such naughty girls, breaking their Empress' edicts and laws as they so please, and refusing to please others with their bodies, such selfish creatures, wanting to keep their affections to themselves. Though it does honor me to be their first taste of scale-blood pleasure. Attendant Hiss, recite the crimes of the first to be sentenced and bring her forward."
Hiss nods and takes the girl's leash in her hand, pulling her forward. The girl, a small, lithe brunette, follows along meekly, offering no resistance. "This transgressor has obviously not followed Her Majesty's orders to couple with a member of a scaled race. Despite there being so many recently relocating into this city along with Her Majesty's benevolent acquisition of the throne. It is my opinion, my lady, that this one would not be guilty of such crimes on her own, but was pulled into it be the others, who claim to be her friends."
"Remove her gag." I say as the draconian finishes.
"Is this true?" I ask the human girl, "Are your actions not your own, but those of your friends?"
The girls nods, "Yes, My Lady." she says softly, "What I did, I did out of loyalty, and fear. They... threatened to report me for disobedience once I said that I didn't want to do these things any more."
"Attendant, remove her bonds. Step forward, little one, stand before me." both obey, Hiss removing her manacles, shackles, and collar allowing her to walk up the steps to my throne. I reach out to stroke her cheek, and I notice that she's staring at my erect manhood.
"Do you openly accept your punishment, no matter what it may be?" I ask, my taloned finger trailing down in between her breasts, my claw hooked in the neckline of her shirt.
"Yes, Mistress." she says meekly, then gasps as I rip her shirt open with my claw.
"Good girl." I purr, quickly making a cut through the crotch of her pants as well. "You will receive the honor of having your queen grant you the gift of scale-blood, but you will also be punished. You will, however, be getting off lightly compared to your companions. Your punishment may actually seem a reward, depending on how you chose to view it. Now, turn around so we can show those less well behaved how a subject ought to accept her Empress' authority."
The girl does so, and I see a tiny smile on her face as I pulled her into my lap, my draconic cock slipping slowly into her. The human moans loudly as she sinks lower and lower onto my shaft. She wraps her legs around my tail and lays back against me, her head resting on my plentiful breasts. She's wonderfully at ease, eager to please me and to feel the gift that has been denied her for so long.
The head of my cock pushes her cervix open with ease, but strangely I don't feel the need to thrust or piston back and forth with her. I begin to massage her breasts gently, causing her to mmm happily, just about melting in my embrace. She's a sweet girl, she really is, loving and eager, filled with lust and desire.
I lean my head downward, kissing her lips, which open and allow my tongue entrance. I moan as I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body as something shifts inside of me. It's moving, slipping downward, providing pleasure all the while. Down, down, down, until it feels like it's right behind my cock.
Then it's inside my cock, I feel my maleness stretching to accommodate the egg that's passing through it, serving as an ovipositor to place a dragon's egg inside the human female. The tip of my tail glows with a white-blue light, and I bring it to her belly, the magical energy flowing into her, altering her so that she will be able to take the large egg without pain or discomfort.
I break the kiss as the egg begins to enter her, stretching her to beyond the limits that she would have had a moment before. Where there would have been pain before, is now only pleasure. She grips the arms of my throne, pushing herself up and dropping down on my cock and the egg within. She begins to pant through clenched teeth, the slit made in her pants widening as the unborn dragonlet makes its way deeper into her.
In a few moments the egg is entirely in her sex. I find myself panting as well, hissing through my teeth at the sensation. I lower one hand from her breast, instead caressing the large bulge moving up her belly. With a visible surge of movement, it exits my cock, residing entirely in her womb. She pushes down hard against me, and I thrust up against her, our climaxes arriving simultaneously.
The roundness of her belly grows with each massive jet of dragonseed I pump into her. I pull out of her, the magic that altered her making sure that every drop of my seed is kept inside of her. I remove the girl's shirt, to allow her companions to see what will shortly happen.
She moans softly, dropping to all fours. The girl arches her back as tiny, bright red scales appear along her spine, looking much like freckles. They spread out over her shoulders and hips, marking her as having been mated by a scale-blood. Two tiny horns appear on her forehead, marking her as being mated by a dragon, and her nails becoming small white claws.
"You're free to go, little one." I say, leaning forward and helping her to her feet.
She turns and smiles at me, "Thank you, Your Majesty." she says, giving a bow, before turning and walking from the room, directing a smug look towards her former friends.
I grin predatorially, the real fun is about to begin. "Attendant Hiss, recite the transgressions of the next criminal."
-
As I look down upon the throne room Hiss has constructed in this shared dream, I get the sense that there is a purpose to it, rather then simple pleasure and desire fulfillment. There was a strange sensation in me when the girl began to change. Perhaps these fantasies are some sort of a guide, a tutorial if you will, on the new powers that I've been granted with my ascension to Sisterhood?
Something clicks into place in my mind, and I feel that it is indeed the case. Mine is a grand and rare power, the ability to alter the physical form of any creature with a simple touch and a thought. It must be beyond the scope of the lesser ascension to grant, or else the power hungry Gorgons would have made great use of it already.
"This one's crimes are more serious. Not only has she spurned the affections of Her Majesty's people, and spoken out about Her benevolent rule, but she has also broken into the the Mage's Academy, currently closed whilst proper faculty can be arranged. Her purpose was to seek texts, in order to devise a alchemical concoction to prevent the gifts granted by coupling with a scaleblood."
"Unbind her legs and bring her to me. Leave her manacles and gag. I can see it in her eyes that she is guilty." I say as Hiss places her leash in my hand, allowing me to draw the human forward into my lap. I curl my tail around her waist, tightly so that she has no hope of escape. I reach out and run my clawed hand through her hair, holding her head gently.
"Silly girl, trying to find a way to avoid the fear of the unknown, while still wanting to experience the pleasure one of my people can bring you." I purr, reaching down with my other hand and stoking my maleness, warm shivers running through my body as I do so.
"You don't want to be changed, but you don't know how wonderful it feels to do so, to slowly become something different, to feel your soft human skin transform into beautiful, bright scales. To feel your new tail sway from side to side behind you as you walk. Perhaps even to spread your own wings and take to the air. You mind my race attractive enough that you desire to mate, but yet not beautiful enough to desire to become one of us? Silly little human, you all will be changed in time. You just get to be changed early at a much faster rate."
On the topic of faster rates, I increase the pace of my stroking. The human's eyes widen, and she begins to struggle. "Aaaah, so you know of the transformative effects of a scaleblood's seed. Even if it simply touches the skin, especially if it does so. You won't be able to hide this, everyone will know that you've been 'tainted' by one of us." I purr. "Actually, I doubt anyone will think you're tainted. You'll be so covered in scales, that you'll never be thought of as a human again."
She begins to writhe in my coils, trying her best to escape and pull away. But it's no use, I've brought myself close to the edge, and have been holding myself there for several seconds. Streams of thick seed erupt from my cock, landing on her face and chest. She howls through her gag, struggling in my grasp, trying to get away.
I let her go, and she falls to the floor, writhing and whimpering. Hiss kneels over her and recites an incantation, the girl's restraints evaporating into mist, then reforming in Hiss' hands.
"Please! Make it stop!" the human begs, trying to remove my cum from her skin, but all she does is manage to rub it around further. She claws at her clothes, trying to get them off, and quite easily succeeds at doing it. The simple fabrics part easily under the pressure applied from her new claws.
She looks at them in horror from slit-pupiled eyes and directs her gaze downward, where her skin as begun to turn a bright green in the places where my seed has come in contact with her flesh. The green tint spreads, and with it, the appearance of scales. She turns to me, eyes wide in horror, "Pleasssssse!" she hisses, a forked tongue sliding from her lips.
She shivers as scales take form on her body, not all over however. I've chosen to have her face and underbelly remain free of them, remaining human skin with a slightly green tint to serve as a reminder of what she used to be. She moans as a thick tail erupts from the base of her spine, lashing back and forth to signal her fear and agitation.
The girl whimpers as the feelings of change vanish from her body. Her whimpering has stopped, and her tail slowly stills. She stands up, cautiously, and looks over her body, experimentally moving her tail, running her hands over her new scales. Her body is more defined now, I am not a cruel mistress, and have improved her somewhat pudgy looks, so what she herself considers beautiful. She cups her breasts, now a few sizes larger, another favor from me.
"See? It's not so bad, now is it?" I say with a chuckle. "Most certainly not anything to fear."
She shakes her head. "N-no, my l-lady." she says, still a little nervous, knowing there is a second part of her sentence coming.
"In order for you to make up for time lost, you are to serve as morale attendant for my own guards. That way you can sample what you've missed for so long, as well as continue your transformation into a true citizen of my realm. You do realize that you no longer have a choice in the matter, as you certainly no longer resemble a human. You have nothing to gain by struggling against what will soon be natural urges to make love, and to have your body further enhanced by the contributions of fellow scalebloods of varying appearance."
She bites her bottom lip, not knowing what to think. I can see she enjoys the changes I've already brought to her body, and that the desire common to all scalebloods is beginning to burn in her loins.
"I understand, Your Highness, and will serve my sentence without complaint." she says with a bow, licking her lips. I have no doubt that she will have no complaint, and will enjoy her time spent as the barracks playtoy. More then likely she'll end up staying in the position permanently.
One of the door guards steps forward to usher the new pet to the barracks. I look over the last two girls. One of them looks absolutely terrified, with the other has managed to regain her composure and has a defiant look in her eyes.
I stand, shifting my weight onto my tail for the first time, my instinctual sense of balance and movement ensures that I only have a few small wobbles before getting the hang of it as I slither down the steps, approaching the two girls. I smile in a manner I know to be threatening, "There is no need to recite the crimes of these two, I'm already familiar with their activities and how they've brought shame on their families."
"Nobles, the both of you. From houses that have not only embraced my rule, but were my allies in helping to attain the throne in the first place. Houses which upon hearing of your acts as a part of an attempt at organized resistance, turned you in to the proper authorities, despite your status as beloved daughters. Not only disregarding my laws and edicts, but going so far as to attempt to sew chaos and dissent in my city. Speaking out against me, condemning those who offer themselves freely to my forces as sluts engaging in little more then bestiality."
I slith around the frightened girl, looping my muscular tail around her, constricting to have her immobile from the waist down. I use the same incantation that Hiss utilized to remove the restraints. I take both of her hands in my own, gripping them tightly. She is silent, shivering, terrified.
"Those were your words, were they not? Condemning my race as nothing more then animals, and that your fellow citizens that mated with them were lowering themselves to rut with monsters?" I purr, low, seductive, as my taloned fingers slide up her stomach, caressing her breasts, running a single finger along her jawline, then down swiftly, leaving a faint line of blood along her cheek from my claw. I rip her top from her body, the flimsy fabric giving way before my powerful dragon-serpent frame.
"You will not experience the pleasure of an infusion of scaleblood essence. Instead you body will be warped by my magic instead. You will feel nothing but the strange sensation of your flesh warping as I desire it, to take on the shape in which you will serve out the next year in my service. Your role will be one I find fitting." I say, disgust evident in my voice, as I uncoil from around her, and give her a shove, sending the human sprawling to the ground.
"First to go will be that pale pink-white covering that you so pride yourself on, tending to your skin with exotic oils to retain its color, stave off imperfections, and keep it silky smooth." I say, holding my hand out, fingers spread wide. "You will no longer have to worry about errant hairs appearing to ruin to smooth perfection of your body, because you will no longer have them, or hair of any sort. That shiny luxorious mane that you pride yourself on has no place on a creature like yourself."
With a snort of disgust a nimbus of purple-blue energy leaps from my hand and into her body. I know she wants to run, but her body just won't let her, prepared as it is for a complete transformation. As the last of the energy fades into her, the changes begin. In a few tiny wisps at first, but then in a pure black cascade, her hair falls from her scalp, falling to the floor. In a few moments the hair that she had spent years growing and maintaining is gone, taken in an instant.
The human whimpers softly, tear beginning to flow from her eyes. She lets out a startled gasp as her skin suddenly feels cold. Tiny cracks seem to appear in her flesh, but they are simply the outlines of what are to be scales, which rapidly erupt from the skin beneath them. They are thick and heavy, dull and flat in appearance. Not meant to be the beautiful scales common to most scalebloods, but the thick armor of something meant to take the abuse of the harsh desert sandstorms.
In a few moments she's covered from head to toe in thick scales of pure white, the color she so desired her skin to be. Her muscles appear to ooze and writhe as they begin to be affected, ready for their own change in time. "Ah, how plain you look now. If I left you like this you would be held in contempt by the rest of the world for the rest of your existence. Nothing more then a disfigured human, covered in the scales you regard as hideous. A plain, boring looking body with no embellishments to draw attention to it. Aren't you glad that I am a benevolent ruler, and will not condemn you to such a life of pain, and an ugly body?" I purr.
Directed by my will, a pair of horns sprout from her temples, thick and ridged like a rams, curling as they grow longer. A line of spikes appears on her spine, thick bony protrusions meant to discourage predatory cats and flying hunters from pouncing and diving onto her. A frilled crest appears on the back of her head, shimmering in many different hues, immediately rising to full prominancy to signal her fear. More horns erupt from her body, smaller ones clustered on her upper arms, ripping through her pants on her hips. Three tiny ones appearing above her eyes where each of her brows once were.
The girl wails loudly, unable to articulate any sounds properly due to her transforming, pulsing, fluctuating body. I slither to her, crouching down, and begin to pet her scaled head. "Ssssh, there, there. It will all be over soon. You don't have to be afraid anymore." I coo soothingly, running a finger over her ear, which now looks out of place. In an instant it begins to change shape, the skin growing thinner in places, and the cartilage shifting into long spines, her ears becoming a pair of draconic fans adorning the sides of her head.
"Now, unlike the two that came before you, you fought when you were arrested, hitting and kicking, clawing and biting. You also aided the the attempt to create a counteragent for the effects of scaleblood seed. I don't feel I will be able to trust you, even closely watched as you will be. You are a skilled thief, little one, having picked the locks to the library. You've even been caught trying to remove your chains whilst imprisoned. So therefore I shall remove the temptation to do so entirely."
With that decree she howls, a sad, eerie sound. She sits up, watching in horror as her fingers begin to distort, growing, and growing, and growing. In a few moments they're incredibly long and thin, only her thumb remaining as it was, only thickening a little. The first joints are comparatively short, fleshy and thick, while the second and third are long and distorted. As her forearms begin to shorten, and webbing begins to work its way between the digits its obvious that her hands are now the wings of a Riding Wyvern.
I smile at her as it dawns on her what she is becoming. "That's right, my dear. After all your condemnation of my race, it will be you that shall be mating with monsters and beasts. You will be an addition to my own stable. You will mate and be mated by the unintelligent mounts that my favored guards use for patrol. You will not be ridden, however. Your purpose will only be breeding. For the next three years, your waking hours will consist of eating, tending your nest, nursing your young, and fucking the other Wyverns. You will retain your own mind, and your capacity to speak, provided it is not abused."
She begins to sob, holding her head as best she can with her wings. A shudder runs through her body as her tail rips through her pants, growing out to a length longer then she is tall. The spikes on her back continue down her tail, which ends in a stinger filled with a special chemical agent. She will lash out and try to sting the other Wyverns, but all she will do is fuel their arousal.
Her shoes are obliterated by the sudden expansion of her feet and the reshaping of her legs. Now shorter, digigrade, and more muscular, they're now suited for a creature meant to walk on all fours, rather then upright like a normal speaking, thinking creature.
She falls back onto the floor, limp, broken in spirit. She ceases her wailing and whimpering, tears silently running down scaled cheeks. She lets out a startled sound, and spits out her tongue, now much thicker and longer, a good two feet of it hanging from her mouth. I chuckle at the comical sight.
"Aaah! The famed Wyvern tongue. You should learn to put that to good use, it will be the sole appendage you have able of decent manipulative abilities. The breeder prisoners soon learn that their caretakers and guards enjoy the sensations that a Wyvern's tongue can bring. Extra food and treats are yours to obtain, all you need to is politely ask your handlers if you can pleasure them. They won't reward you if they have to take their pleasure, and they will. You won't be able to help it, you will instinctively pleasure any male who places his cock in your mouth, or any female who offers her pussy to you."
I take her head in my hands, bringing it to my own raging erection to demonstrate. She tries to struggle, but the moment her tongue touches my cum and pre covered rod, she can't help but curl her tongue around it, pulling it into her changing mouth which shifts quickly into a draconic muzzle, her neck lengthening as well, allowing her to deep throat my member without any discomfort.
She instinctively begins to purr, and the air fills with the spice-like musky scent of a Wyvern in heat. I take her horns in my hands, gently guiding her up and down on my shaft. This is the final component of the Wyvern transformation spell, the small amount of energy drawn into my body stimulating my cock, bringing me nearer and nearer to the edge the closer my new broodwhore's change is to completion.
With a roar I unleash a torrent of my seed into her mouth, gulped down eagerly. Scaleblood cum is an extra source of protein that Wyverns enjoy, and those altered into Wyverns have been created not to waste a drop.
Back in control, she pulls away from me, horrified at what she was just doing, and enjoying. She tries to speak, but she finds that the pulsing of change that had quieted a few moments before has begun anew. She moans from the pleasurable sensation as her final changes take place. Her breasts swell to nearly obscene size, H cups that are larger then her own head. Her nipples elongated, thick teats that nearly drag on the flood.
She begins to buck as if being mated as a second pair of breasts, equally sized, swell to prominence on her chest, followed by a third. I pick her up, the girl like a Wyvern in body, but still human in size. I loop my tail around in a circle, laying her on her back in the makeshift nest as she begins to moan, her thrusts becoming harder. With a final thrust she arches her back, a thick, pale pink cock tearing through the crotch of her shredded pants, delivering streams of ropy cum onto her breasts, face, and belly.
The Wyvern begins to instinctively lick herself clean as I turn to the final girl, her friend's change seeming only to harden her eyes and her attitude even further. "And now we come to you..." I say with a sinister laugh, having saved the most terrible punishment for last.
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I moaned as I licked the tip of Matt's penis, then the length of his shaft. Smiling up at him, I stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth. Matt groaned softly then lay down on the bed from his sitting position. I went to work on him, bobbing my head, my hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him as I slid my mouth up and down. Every other minute or so, I would take a breather, letting Matt slip from my mouth but continuing to stroke him with my hand. I watched as his bare stomach moved up and down as his breathing intensified. Matt had his head pressed back against the pillow and his eyes tightly shut. I sunk my mouth back down onto him and began sucking. When I felt Matt raise his hips, I lowered my mouth all the way down, taking as much of his shaft into my mouth, and holding him in. Sealing my lips tightly around the base of Matt's cock I held him inside my mouth until I felt myself just about to gag. I quickly slid him out and began bobbing my head, slurping my way up and down his cock.
Matt was breathing heavily now, and I could feel the tenseness in his legs beside me as he stretched them,
"A little faster baby, and squeeze harder," he whimpered.
I was all too happy to oblige and immediately bobbed my head faster and tightened my grip around Matt's cock. About a half a minute later, I felt Matt raising his hips again,
"Almost there baby, I'm so close," he whispered.
I continued my actions and sure enough, seconds later, Matt pushed up into my mouth and grunted. I moaned as I felt his warm cum shooting into my mouth. Matt's body wriggled about and I slowed the pace of my mouth, but continued stroking him with a tightened grasp. I sucked every glob of cum that spewed from Matt's cock and swallowed the mouthful with a smile.
I cautiously wiped the tip of Matt's penis then licked my fingers clean. He finally came about and slowly opened his eyes to me,
"Come here," he whispered.
I crawled up to Matt's side and lay down beside him. He rolled over to me and we kissed, deep and long.
"That was outstanding," he stated as we pulled our lips apart.
I smiled at him and pressed my nose against his,
"I was just returning the favor, my body's still trembling from the orgasm you just gave me," I replied.
We kissed again briefly then parted.
We laid there staring up at our bedroom wall, gathering our strength.
"So Kimmy, tomorrow's day one of our one month abstinence pact. You think you're up for it?" Matt teased.
"Yes I am! It'll be torture but I know I can do it, and I know it'll be worth it," I stated.
"We can still kiss n stuff right?" Matt comically asked.
"Of course! Oh my god, that I wouldn't be able to handle," I frantically responded.
"Ohh okay, just making sure," Matt replied.
I turned over to him and smiled. Watching Matt's body, I noticed every few seconds he would shiver.
"You cold baby?" I softly asked.
The air conditioning was on, but no colder than usual.
"A little," Matt replied.
"Come on, let's get under the covers," I suggested as I raised the sheets up.
I covered Matt and myself up and we went back to chatting,
"Did I give you that check for the flower store?"
"Yeah, I'll drop it off on the way to work tomorrow," Matt confirmed.
"Okay good, I couldn't remember, there are so many things to keep track of," I confessed, "Did you hear from Summer or Adam? Did they book their flights yet?"
"Yup, Adam told me they were buying the tickets yesterday, said he'd send me the itinerary when he did. What about you and Summer? Did you guys find the bridesmaid dresses?"
"Yeah, we found them online, then Summer went to the store to see em in person, she said they were beautiful," I informed.
Matt and I continued going over some of the details of our upcoming wedding when I noticed him still shivering under the covers,
"Awww baby! What's the matter?" I sweetly asked, genuinely concerned.
"I don't know, I can't stop, weird huh?" he laughed.
"You want me get a thicker blanket or raise the temperature on the AC?" I offered.
"Nah, I'll be fine," Matt stubbornly replied.
"Come here, I'll keep you warm," I instructed.
Matt scooted over to me and we intertwined our legs as I held his body right up against mine,
"This feels better?" I whispered.
"Much," Matthew replied as we kissed.
Our kiss was long and passionate, lots of tongue twirling and moaning, and lots of me rubbing my palm along Matt's skin trying to warm him up. He of course was up to his old ways, reaching behind and grabbing a handful of my butt cheeks, softly massaging them. It wasn't too long till I felt Matt's erection growing between or pressed together bodies. I rolled Matt onto his back and crawled onto him. I immediately pressed his cock against my folds and felt him slide into my pussy. We continued kissing and Matt began to slowly thrust his hips. His cock glided in and out of me so tenderly and unhurried, it felt amazing. I laid my body against Matt's pressing our chests together as he squeezed my ass. If this wasn't getting him warm, nothing would have. I licked and kissed Matt's neck as he continued his delicate pressing. I had stopped kissing Matt's neck now, and was just panting my hot breath against him as his cock ground against my clit with every inward stroke. Matt's hands had moved from my ass to my back as he hugged me tight against him. He too was breathing heavily, his breath rushing against the side of my face. I began to whimper as I felt my pussy convulse. My orgasm took control of my body, and I squeezed the muscles in my vagina hard around Matt's shaft, to which I heard a soft groan from Matt. He had begun pushing a little faster into me and I felt him press his teeth against my shoulder.
I felt Matt's cock twitch inside me and he squeezed his arms around me even tighter.
"Ohh fuck, ohh fuck, mhmm," he kept repeating as we both hugged each other tight.
I remained on top of Matt, but held myself up so I could look into his face. He had such a peaceful serene smile on his face as he stared up at me,
"A whole month huh?" he pondered.
We both chuckled and I delicately rolled myself off Matt's body.
After lying in each other's arms for a few moments, we got up and quickly cleaned ourselves. I made it a point to adjust the air conditioning and we found ourselves curled up in bed, drifting off to sleep.
"Did you check the flight status babe?" I asked Matt as I got ready for bed.
The past three and a half weeks had flown by, and now it was the Wednesday before Matt and mine's wedding, which was taking place on this coming Saturday.
"Yeah Kimmy, the flight's on time," Matt replied as he grabbed his car keys.
It was close to midnight and Adam and Summer's flight was coming in tonight. I had been so busy all day I was exhausted and Matt said he'd go by himself to pick up our friends and drop them off at my parents' place. Our guest bedroom was already occupied by Matt's sister Maggie, her husband Jeff and their daughter Kelsey who had flown in the day before. Everyone was flying in for the big day. Most guests were going to be staying at the hotel where our wedding was taking place, a beautiful beachside luxury hotel on Ft Lauderdale beach. Matt took off and I crawled into bed.
It must have been a couple hours, but I was awoken by some soft noises in the corner of the room. I got up and looked over. Matt had switched on the corner lamp and was in the process of hopping out of his jeans. The clock on the wall said it was almost 2am.
"Everything went okay?" I whispered as I squinted my eyes in Matt's direction.
"Awww babe, I was trying not to wake you. Everything was fine, dropped them off, your dad was up to welcome them; they were heading to bed when I left. Go to back to sleep honey, Sum said she'd call in the morning."
I waited for Matt and held the covers open for him to get in. Minutes later I was sound asleep once more.
The next morning, I let Matt sleep in. After using the bathroom, I joined Maggie, Jeff, and Kelsey out in the kitchen for breakfast.
"Hey Kim, morning, everything work out with Adam and Summer last night?"
"Morning Mags, hey Jeff, hi Kelsey! Yeah Matt said everything was fine, he got back around two this morning."
I proceeded to help Maggie make breakfast, bacon, toast, and eggs.
The four of us sat around the table and ate,
"So Kels, do you know in a couple days, when your Uncle Matt and Kimberly get married, Kim's gonna be your aunt. You're gonna have to start calling her Aunt Kimmy. How does that sound?"
The little girl laughed cutely and went back to her breakfast.
Maggie and I smiled at each other and did the same.
"So Kim, how's all the planning going?" Jeff inquired.
"Yeah sweetie, if there's anything you need, we're here to help, please put us to work," Maggie kindly offered.
"Thanks you guys, right now it's just mainly keeping up with phone calls with the wedding planner who's been great. I'm sure there'll be lots to do on the day itself, I'll be sure to let you know, but Matt and I really just want you all to relax and enjoy yourselves." I replied.
As we wound down breakfast, I turned to Kelsey,
"So Kels, are you excited about being the flower girl? Your mom showed me your dress, it looks so pretty, I can't wait to see you in it," I stated joyously.
"Uhhuh, I'm excited," the nine year old replied.
"And how do you feel about walking back down the aisle with my little cousin Sebastian?" I teased.
Kelsey hid her face behind her glass of juice and blushed, to which her mom and dad chuckled.
A couple minutes later, Matt came walking out of the bedroom, holding my cell phone to his ear,
"Hold on, here she is," he stated as he held out the phone to me.
"It's Summer," he informed.
I took the phone from Matt and he sat down and helped himself to some eggs.
"Hey Sum!!....I know right!... .Uh huh....Yeah... .Okay babe, see you then."
I hung up the phone and rejoined the table.
"So what's the plan?" Matt asked as he took a bite off his toast.
"Oh we're just meeting up in a bit, she's gonna run some errands with me," I replied.
"What about you guys?" Matt asked as he turned to his sister.
"Well we're heading down to the hotel, we booked from today, figured we'd enjoy the beach," she replied.
After a couple more minutes, I said my goodbyes and quickly got ready. Thirty minutes later I had picked up Summer and we were taking care of some last minute errands.
"So are you excited?" Summer asked as we walked around downtown.
"Sooo excited," I giddily replied.
"And how's your guys' one month ban going?" she followed up with a sly smirk.
"Oh my god Sum, I'm going stir crazy. I swear to god, I never thought it'd be this hard. Matt's leg brushed against mine a couple mornings ago in bed and I had to fight every fiber of my being from jumping him."
Summer burst out laughing and put her hand around me,
"Don't worry sweetie, only a couple more days to go," she consoled, caringly rubbing my arm.
After running my errands, Summer and I returned to my parents' place. We saw Matt and Adam out in the yard as I pulled up into the driveway.
"Hi Adam!!" I excitedly greeted, "Finally woke up huh?" I teased as I walked over to hug him.
Adam kissed me on the cheek and we broke our embrace,
"Hey Kimmy, yeah, late night," he replied.
"So, are you guys busy planning Matt's bachelor party for tonight?" I chided.
"Nah, it was all taken care of months ago," he proudly stated.
"Just bring him back in one piece please."
"Hey, I have him for one night, then you can have him for the rest of your life," Adam teased as he wrapped his hand around my shoulder playfully.
We all chatted for a bit then went out for lunch.
That night, Matt went out with Adam and their friends and Summer and my friends took me out. We started off with dinner then hit up a couple clubs for some dancing. As the night drew on, Summer insisted we go to a strip club since that's what the boys would be doing. We all relented and found the nearest strip club, which didn't even have male dancers; it was a regular strip joint. Since our party was all girls, we didn't have to pay the cover charge, and Summer saw to it that we were given a table. I had to admit, the night was extremely fun, never had I thought I'd enjoy sticking dollar bills into some woman's thong.
I dropped Summer off and gave her a hug before heading home. Stumbling into the apartment and over to the bedroom I looked to the clock, it was minutes past 2am. I sat on the edge of the bed and let out a tired sigh. Kicking off my heels, I reached behind and was about to unzip my dress when I heard the front door. Matt entered the bedroom and walked right over to me.
"Hey baby!" I greeted.
"Hi sweetie, you just got in?"
"Yup," I replied, "How was your night?"
"Great, but I'm sooo exhausted," he sighed as he crawled onto the end of the bed with me and laid his head on my lap.
I began to stroke Matt's cheek with my palm when he turned his head and stared up at me,
"What about you? Did you have fun tonight?"
"Lots baby! Even got a lapdance," I teased.
I watched as Matt's eyes brightened and we both giggled.
We didn't ask for too many details of each other's night, I knew that Matt trusted me and I trusted him, I was just happy he enjoyed his night.
I sat there for a few minutes, lightly stroking Matt's hair. When I saw the time, I glanced down at Matt,
"Come on babe, time for bed, we've got a big day tomorrow," I stated.
Matt got up off me and began to unbutton his shirt. In the meantime, I reached out and undid his belt buckle, then the zipper on his slacks. I tugged on Matt's pants and let them fall to the floor. I almost groaned out loud when I saw the slight bulge in Matt's navy blue boxer briefs, I wanted so bad to reach out and caress it but I knew I had to fight the temptation.
"Off you go," I instructed as Matt trekked off to the bathroom.
I heard the sound of the shower and leaned back into the bed, waiting patiently.
Matt was quick, and emerged in just a pair of boxers. I stood up with my change of clothes in hand,
"Babe, could you unzip me please?" I asked with my back to Matt.
I felt Matthew's hands on my neck, slowly moving down as he worked the zipper on the back of my dress.
I walked over to the bathroom and had a quick shower.
Returning to the bedroom in a t-shirt and one of Matt's boxers, I scurried over to the bed and joined Matt under the covers. It was such a relief to snuggle up to Matt's side and to feel his arm around me.
The next morning, Matt was off early. He set out to pick up Adam then to the airport to pick up Adam's parents. Summer's mom and dad were arriving as well but rented a car and were driving up to the hotel. I drove over my mom and dad's to get Summer and we drove up to the hotel. Matt and I had separate rooms so I was able to check in. Summer, who was rooming with Adam, waited in my room for the boys to show up.
Around lunch time, all the necessary guests gathered outside on the hotel back patio where the wedding ceremony would be taking place. We did a quick rehearsal under the guidance of the wedding planner. Everything went according to plan and we were done in about an hour. I said a quick goodbye to Matt who took off with Adam to do some last minute errands, it was probably the last time I'd be seeing him till the big day tomorrow. Summer and I and some of the other girls in the bridal party headed upstairs to change then met up at the beach. I saw Maggie and Kelsey down on the sand and went over to chat for a bit,
"Hi Kels, you did so well today, you think you're ready for tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yep, I think so," the girl chirped as she played in the sand.
"How are you guys liking the hotel?" I asked turning to Maggie.
"It's wonderful, really nice choice, and the patio is so beautifully decorated for tomorrow," she replied.
We chatted for a bit more, then I noticed Summer and the girls heading into the water. I said goodbye to Maggie and rejoined my friends.
Back up in my room, Summer joined me for some room service dinner.
"So, is there anything else that needs doing?" she asked.
"No, I think everything is covered."
"How are you doing? Holding up okay?"
"Yeah, I just can't wait for tomorrow," I anxiously replied.
As we both scraped our bowls of ice cream clean, I turned nervously to Summer,
"Sum, do you mind if I ask you what your wedding night was like?"
Summer looked up at me and smiled,
"Of course not hun, umm let me think, it was really special, Adam was so sweet and tender, I remember the hotel had a bottle of champagne chilling in the room for us. If you want I can talk to the hotel staff and get them to arrange something, maybe some candles, some roses***"
"That sounds wonderful," I replied, "So you didn't feel any pressure to, I dunno, up your performance, to make it really special or something?" I asked.
"Not at all babe, we were together which already made it special. Just be yourself Kimmy, that's all Matt expects, that's all he wants, and I guarantee you, it'll be very special. A couple tips, don't rush, you're probably gonna feel exhausted so it's okay to take a breather before, and definitely have a snack" Summer advised.
Summer's words had really set me at ease,
"Thanks Sum."
"Don't mention it Kimmy," she kindly replied, "So can I see it?" she asked.
"See what?" I queried.
"Don't play dumb, can I see what you bought from Agent Provocateur," Summer asked with a smile.
I cleared our dishes and set them on the room service cart, then walked over to the closet. A sly smile crept up on me as I retrieved the lingerie set and held it up for Summer to see.
It was the snowberry lingerie set in ice blue which consisted of three parts; demi cup bra, thong, and suspender. Everything was french lace with silk lining. The only additional item was the flesh colored stockings.
"Wow, I bet you look amazing in that," Summer gushed, "One month of no sex and that outfit, Matty's gonna blow in no time flat," she joked.
We both laughed like schoolgirls as I tucked the outfit back into the closet.
Turning back to Summer, another nervous feeling snuck up on me,
"Can I show you something and you promise not to laugh?" I asked.
"I dunno babe, it might be funny," Summer teased.
"Fine then," I abruptly stated and folded my arms.
"Okay okay, I promise, you big baby."
I smiled and walked over to Summer,
"So, um, it's been about a month since Matt's seen me, ummm down there, I thought I'd have a little fun," I explained.
With that, I began to peel the front of my sweat pants down, along with my pink cotton panties, baring my vagina to Summer.
I watched her reaction to the sight before her. I had shaved my lowly trimmed pubic hair into the shape of a small heart, right above the lips of my vagina.
Summer giggled.
"Summer!" I faux scolded as I pulled my sweats back up.
"It's adorable Kim, Matt's gonna love it," she stated.
"So I shouldn't shave it off?" I asked.
"No, it's cute," Summer reaffirmed.
I sat back down, my face flush with embarrassment.
Summer and I hung out a little while longer then decided to call it a night.
"Okay hun, see you in the morning for hair and makeup," Summer reminded as we hugged.
After she left, I took a shower and crawled into bed and watched some television. I was so excited I couldn't even concentrate on the show I was watching. At around 10pm I switched of the television and tried to go to sleep. I kept tossing and turning, my mind racing with so many thoughts of the next day. Just then, my phone began to ring. I reached over and looked at the screen, it was Matt,
"Hey Matty," I answered.
"Hi baby, did I wake you?" he asked,
"No," I sighed, "Can't seem to fall asleep," I explained.
"You too huh? I feel so lonely in a bed without you," he admitted.
"Me too babe," I agreed.
"So how are you feeling about tomorrow?" Matt queried.
"Sooo exicited," I gushed.
"Me too honey."
Matt and I chatted for a few more minutes, until he had me switch on the speaker on the phone and set it down on the pillow beside me. He talked me to sleep, and sure enough, it worked like a charm.
The next morning, my mom and Summer joined me in my room for breakfast. They then went back to their rooms to shower then returned to mine to get their hair and makeup done by the stylist. I emerged from the bathroom in my wedding gown to in unison "Awws" from my mother and Summer.
"Our baby girl is all grown up huh?" Summer teased as she laid her arm across my mom's shoulder.
"She certainly has Summer," my mom replied, fighting back tears.
The two made sure I was all ready then retired to their rooms to finish getting dressed.
I pottered about the room, putting on some final touches when I heard a knock on the door. It was the wedding planner, Grace, it was time to go. Grace escorted me downstairs where I met up with the bridal party and my dad.
"You look so beautiful baby," my father greeted.
"Thanks daddy," I replied, trying not to break into tears.
Summer and the bridesmaids made their way out, followed by Sebastian the ring bearer and Kelsey. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the bride's processional music began. I clutched my father's arm tightly and we began our slow trek. As we rounded the corner and stepped up onto the patio, I spotted Matt at the end of the aisle. They all stood against the back drop of the ocean. It was a beautiful day, nice and sunny but not extremely hot. The waves gently rolling in in the distance set the perfect mood. My heart fluttered as we walked, Matt looked so handsome. My dad and I slowly made our way up, smiling at the guests who had risen to their feet. Standing me next to Matt, my dad raised my veil and kissed my cheek. He placed my hand in Matt's then walked off to his seat next to my mother. I looked up and smiled at Matt as Summer took a brief moment to fix the train of my dress. He could tell how emotional I was. Matt leaned over to me,
"If you start tearing up, I'm gonna be blubbering mess," he stated.
Matt had immediately lightened to mood and set me at ease as I giggled slightly.
Summer took her place beside the other bridesmaids and the priest began the ceremony.
The ceremony flew by, and in no time at all, Matt and I were sharing our first kiss as man and wife. After the guests were served cocktails, we moved inside to the ballroom to start the reception.
After all the speeches, the guests were served dinner and Matt and I had a chance to get a breather. We sat at the head tab
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le with Summer and Adam and other members of the bridal party. I just nibbled on the food that was served, not really feeling in the mood to eat, all the while firmly holding on to Matt's hand. Every other minute or so we would look over at each other and smile uncontrollably.
Matt and I were soon sharing our first dance as husband and wife. He held me tightly as we danced in the darkened room infront of all our friends and family.
"Having fun?" he whispered into my ear.
I nodded and smiled.
As the song came to an end and transitioned to another, other guests were invited to dance as well. Eventually, Summer and Adam made their way over to us and we exchanged partners for a song.
I clasped Adam's hand tightly as we danced,
"Feel any different?" he asked.
"I guess I do, I kinda feel, I dunno, all grown up I guess," I tried to explain.
Adam spun me then pulled me back against him.
When the song was over, the emcee announced it was time for the father daughter dance. Again the lights were dimmed and my dad stepped to the center of the floor. Matt walked me over and then retreated to the darkness.
"I'm so proud of you sweetie, and so happy for you and Matt," my dad stated as we slow danced.
"Thank you daddy," was all I was able to muster, fearful I would begin crying.
After the cutting of the cake and throwing of the bouquet, Summer escorted me up to my room to help me out of my wedding dress and into something more comfortable.
Back downstairs, Summer and I rejoined the party. Matt and I danced some more and did a lot of mingling with the guests, thanking them for coming and graciously accepting their congratulations. As the night drew on, the party began to die down. Matt was handed the key to our new joint room for the night by the wedding planner and we began to say our final goodbyes to the guests.
Finally we made the decision to head upstairs. Standing in the elevator, Matt and I smiled, almost shyly, at each other as we made our ascent. Matt held my hand in his as we walked down the hall to our room. He turned and smiled at me as we stood in front of our door,
"Are you ready?" he softly whispered.
All that was required of me was a smile and a nod. Matt handed me the key card and then leaned down and picked me up into his arms. We giggled and rubbed our noses together then briefly kissed before I reached over and opened the room door with the key card.
Matt carried me into the dimly lit room and we marveled at the laid out candles, roses, and chilling champagne.
"Oh my! Who did all this?" Matt questioned as he walked me over to the bed.
"This is all Summer," I chuckled.
Matt gently laid me down onto the bed, and hung his head over mine. We kissed again, just lightly, then Matt rolled over and laid beside me.
We both sensed that the other wanted to relax for just a bit.
"Do you want a little champagne?" Matt asked.
"Sure," I replied.
Matt got up and turned on the lights. He grabbed the champagne out of the ice bucket and began fiddling with the cork. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Did you see my fingers trembling when you were putting the ring on?" I asked, staring at the wedding band on my finger.
Matt looked over and nodded.
I smiled inwardly then looked back up to Matt,
"How did Kelsey look walking up the aisle? And Sebastian?" I asked.
"They looked so adorable babe, Kels looked like she was having lots of fun with the flowers," Matt replied before there was a loud pop of the champagne bottle opening.
"Hey, there are some Hors d'oeuvres here, you hungry?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, actually, I am."
Matt poured me a half a glass of champagne and handed it over to me. He poured the same modest amount for himself then grabbed the tray of snacks and joined me on the bed. We clinked our glasses together and toasted our recent nuptials while dining on the finger foods.
Matt fed me the last of the appetizers, a mushroom topped piece of bruschetta. I softly nibbled on the tip of his finger for a bit before Matt pulled it from my mouth.
"You looked so beautiful today baby. You should have felt how fast my heart was beating when you rounded the corner and I saw you for the first time in your gown."
"Awww, thank you sweetie, you looked very sharp in you tux," I said, returning the compliment.
Matt leaned in and we kissed. I let my hands roam across his chest as I slid his jacket off his back. I had to force myself to pull my lips from Matt's,
"Why don't you go shower and get refreshed, then you can get comfortable on the bed and I'll do the same," I whispered.
Matt slinked off to the bathroom and I laid down on the bed, letting out an exhausted but satisfactory sigh.
I smiled at stared up at the ceiling. About fifteen minutes later, Matt emerged from the bathroom dressed in one of the hotel's white robes. I watched as he walked over to the bed,
"You're not gonna give me something to think about while I'm in the shower?" I teased.
Matt grinned and untied his robe then let it fall onto the floor. I stared in awe at his body, and smiled at the solitary piece of clothing he wore; an all-white tight fitting pair of silk boxer briefs that ended slighter higher up on his thigh than usual.
I reached out and ran my fingers against the smooth material, then along the waistband,
"Wow, Armani," I noted, "Well this will have me back in a hurry," I teased.
With that, I walked over and grabbed my overnight bag, then headed into the bathroom.
After brushing my teeth and a refreshing shower, I quickly dug into my bag and pulled out the special lingerie. Labeled as ice blue, an accurate description of the set would be a light whitish blue with silver cord stitching decorative embellishments. Firstly, I slipped on the flesh colored stockings. I was already beginning to feel sexy, feeling the tightness of the stockings against my smooth legs. Next up was the thong which was so cute with a little organza bow in the front, up on the waistband. I slipped it up my legs then thighs. Pulling lightly, the slender back of the thong gently lodged itself between my butt cheeks. I then moved on to the matching suspender. I wrapped the French lace garment around my stomach and hooked it at the back. Pulling on the four straps, I clipped them down to the tips of my stockings. Finally was the complimenting bra of the set. I placed my hands through the thin shoulder straps and pulled the cups to my petite breasts, then expertly hooked the back. The silk lining felt amazing against my hardening nipples. Again, there was another cute bow in the middle of the cups where there were joined. I brushed my hair and dabbed a little perfume on my skin. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled devilishly. I picked up the folded robe from the counter top and slipped it on, then made my way out to the bedroom. Matt had dimmed the lights and lit the candles and was waiting patiently for me on the bed. A nice surprise was the slow romantic music playing lightly in the background; apparently Matt had done some planning of his own.
"Hope I didn't take too long," I whispered as I walked over to the head of the bed.
"Not at all honey," Matt kindly replied.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the sensuous aroma of the scented candles then let my robe fall to the floor.
Matt got up from is laid down position, his eyes locked on my body,
"Kimmy, you look...wow! Babe, you look amazing!" he enthusiastically exalted.
I found myself blushing as Matt crawled over to the end of the bed and held out his hand for me. Extending my arm, I grabbed Matt's hand and he helped me onto the bed. Matt lay back down and pulled me onto him. With my entire body lying on Matt's, we stared into each other's eyes as I savored the warmness of his skin.
"Hello wife," he softly stated.
"Hello husband," I giggled in response.
Matt smiled at me and then we began kissing. Matt very gently and very tenderly began rubbing my back as we transitioned from light kissing, to deep passionate French kissing. With Matt's and mines noses pressed against one another we panted heated breath into each other's mouths as Matt's hands drifted down to my ass. I giggled slightly as Matt gave my cheeks a light squeeze.
I squirmed my body atop Matt's, feeling the length of his trapped shaft throb against my abdomen. Eventually I pulled my lips from his and slinked my way down his body. Lying between Matt's outstretched legs; I reached out and ran my fingers across his bulging arch, his silk boxers felt so smooth. I smiled up at Matt's adoring eyes then hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Matt lifted his body ever so slightly so I could peel his white boxer briefs off. I wondered if he could see the excitement in my eyes as his beautiful cock sprang free. I immediately reached out and wrapped my fingers around his girth, then began to slowly stroke him.
Shimmying my body up so I could get close enough, I extended my tongue and licked the length of Matt's shaft. His moans were music to my ears and I began to swirl my tongue around his bulbous tip. I stared deeply into Matt's eyes as I sunk my mouth down onto him. His cock was so warm and felt so hard as I rubbed the tip of his penis against the inner walls of my cheek. My hands were gently rubbing Matt's thighs, slowly moving up and down as I began to bob my head on his cock. With my left hand still rubbing Matt's thigh, I moved my right higher, searching for his balls. Holding Matt's sack in my hand I gently massaged and caressed him then squeezed lightly. Matt groaned blissfully; the exact response I wanted.
I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes, diligently slurping on Matt's cock till I felt him tug on my arm. I looked up to him and he motioned me to come over. Sliding my mouth up Matt's shaft, I let him slip from my mouth then crawled my way up to his face. I smiled as I sunk my face onto Matt's, his tongue immediately darting into my mouth. Pressing my body against Matt's I moaned gleefully, feeling his saliva covered cock squirm against my stomach. Matt's hands were again roaming across my back, and I felt him pause at the hook of my bra. He fiddled for a few seconds and eventually the hook gave way. Matt pulled the lace garment from me, laying it gently on the side of the bed. He pulled his mouth from mine and I sat up a little. Matt's gaze was fixed on my breasts.
"You look like it's the first time you've seen them," I commented.
Matt smiled up at me,
"It's the first time I'm seeing them as your husband and you my wife. I feel like they're all mine now, once and forever."
"Aww baby, they've always been yours," I replied as I pulled Matt's head to my chest.
Matt wrapped his arms around my back and held me close to him. He pressed his lips against the curve of my breasts, tenderly kissing my flesh from one side to the other. I kicked my head back and my rolled my eyes as I felt Matt's tongue swirl around my nipple. It didn't take him long to take my hardened nub between his lips and suck teasingly on it, moving back and forth from one breast to the other. Matt's hands roamed my back, and he now played with the suspender around my stomach, dancing his fingers along the lace material.
"You like it?" I asked, holding my head back and staring down at Matt, his lips still suckling at my breast.
"It's so damn sexy baby," he whispered.
"Wanna help me get out of it?"
"I'd love to," Matt smiled.
I worked on the four straps that were clipped to my stockings while Matt undid my hook. Smiling mischievously, Matt pulled the garment from around my waist, laying it down with my bra. Matt ran his palm across my stomach and sides before I leaned in and we kissed again.
"Shall I remove my stockings?" I asked, rubbing my nose against Matt's.
"You can leave em on if they're not bothering you sweetie, they're so sexy," Matt replied.
"Whatever you want baby," I cooed.
Matt rolled me over and laid me on my back. He kissed me passionately while his hands gently caressed my breasts. I had reached down and was stroking his manhood ever so slightly, taking pauses to just squeeze him, loving Matt's moans every time I did.
Matt began to work his way down my body, kissing my neck, chest, and then stomach. He paused a while, tickling my belly button with his tongue. My tummy shivered with laughter and I not too subtly pushed Matt's head further down. I felt goosebumps spring up as Matt hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong. He pulled gently and I raised my butt off the bed so he could pull it from me. I watched as he looked down at my naked sex.
"This for me?" he questioned, tracing the small heart shaped by my trimmed pubes with his finger.
"Yes darling, all for you," I whispered.
Matt pressed his palm against my flat stomach and lowered his face between my thighs. I held my breath with anticipation, feeling Matt's warm breathing against my eager folds.
I sighed as Matt's tongue licked the length of my lips. He did this several times, then pressed his way into my opening and wiggled about. His mouth on my pussy always felt amazing. As Matt darted his tongue in and out of my vagina, I ran my hands over his which was still against my stomach. I slowly moved my hands up my body and began playing with my breasts, kneading the soft flesh of one and pinching the nipple of the other.
Matt moved his tongue up to my clit and my hips involuntarily twitched as he made contact. As he flicked his tongue up and down against my nub, he began working his index finger into my opening. He slowly moved his finger back and forth as his tongue continued driving me insane.
I whimpered softly, squeezing my breasts harder as Matt drove me to an amazing orgasm. His tongue was rapidly swirling around my protruding clit as my body shook with passion. I moaned his name over and over, gently squeezing my thighs around his face.
When I came to rest, Matt raised his head from between my thighs. He gently patted my pulsing vagina, watching me with a wide smile on his face.
"Come here Mr. Cole," I beckoned.
"Whatever you say Mrs. Cole," he replied as he leaned down to me.
I wrapped my arms around Matt's neck and planted a soft peck on his cheek then lips. I could taste my own juices on Matt's mouth and it only aroused me further.
I began stroking Matt's cock once more, which had been pressing against my stomach.
"Can I finish off what I started?" I eagerly asked.
"I'd really like that," Matt whispered in response.
I got up and laid Matt down in my place. With my hand wrapped around his cock, I licked Matt's tip, tasting the precum that had dribbled out. I smiled and lowered my mouth around Matt's cock, taking all of him in me. Matt brushed my hair out of the way and I directed my eyes up at him. I slowly sucked my way up his throbbing shaft then lowered myself again. Soon, I was bobbing my head up and down with great pace and massaging Matt's balls with my hand. Matt's body had begun to squirm and I could feel him getting tense.
"Ohh god Kimmy! I'm so close baby!" Matt groaned.
I paid no mind to his warning and continued sucking hard on his cock. Moments later, Matt's hips rose and he grunted loudly. I felt his hot cum spray against the roof of my mouth and finally slowed my bobbing. With my lips still sealed around Matt's pulsing shaft, I moved slowly to the tip then began to stroke him, slow and hard, milking his every drop***and there was alot!
Matt's body finally settled, and I let his cock fall from my mouth. Staring at his smile I swallowed his seed proudly and wiped the corner of my lips,
"I've missed that so much," I whispered.
Matt reached out for me and I laid my head down on his chest. I could feel the heightened beat of his heart begin to slow and watched as his once glorious erection go limp. I reached out and wiped the tip of Matt's now soft penis; there was a trickle of semen still left.
"Having fun?" Matt asked as I licked my fingers.
I turned to him and smiled,
"So much fun baby," I gleefully replied.
I laid there with my head on Matt's body, smiling up at him, both of us gathering our strength.
"Can I just say again, how beautiful you looked today baby, and tonight, you were simply stunning."
"Awww baby, you're so sweet. I like looking nice for you Matty," I blushed.
Matt reached out and rested his palm on my cheek, rubbing my skin with his thumb. I placed my hand over Matt's against my face and kissed the inside of his palm,
"Can you imagine baby, five days in Hawaii doing exactly what we're doing right now," I mused.
"I know, I can't wait."
Matt and I had a day of rest tomorrow, then, we were off to Hawaii on Monday for our honeymoon.
I began to get up and rolled to the edge of the bed,
"Where are you going?" Matt asked.
"Gotta pee baby, the champagne," I giggled, "Want anything while I'm up?" I asked.
"Just you sweetie."
I shot Matt a smile and scurried off to the bathroom. I did my best to make the trip as quick as possible then hurried back to Matt. Crawling back onto the bed, I went to lay down in my previous position with my head on Matt's chest,
"Come lay up here with me," Matt invited.
I happily switched and lay down next to Matt.
We both lay on our sides, smiling at each other,
"Missed me?" I teased.
"Every second my love."
I smiled and closed my eyes. Leaning in, my lips met Matt's and I stuck my tongue into his mouth. Matt's hand caressed my face then shoulder. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Matt's resurgent cock,
"Guess somebody's ready," I said with a smiled.
Matt tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek,
"Roll over for me baby," he softly instructed.
I happily obeyed and rolled over to face away from Matt. Still lying on our sides, Matt scooted closer to me, my back coming into contact with his chest. Matt began to rub my thigh, and I gently opened it a bit. I could feel Matt moving around behind me, his hand still calmly stroking my skin. Then, I finally felt it, the tip of his cock pressing against the lips of my pussy.
"Oh god baby," I moaned, as Matt's hand held me in place while he pushed into me.
Finally, Matt was all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing against the walls of my pussy, and the warmth of his body pressed behind me.
Matt lowered his head and kissed my cheek, then the curve of my neck. He began to move his hips, sliding in and out of me. Matt was now kissing my shoulder as he reached over and began massaging my breasts. I pressed my head back against him, wanting to feel as much contact with him that I could. His pumping cock felt amazing going into me, his hips lightly slapping against my butt with each thrust. I shut my eyes, lost in the passion as Matt's kisses alternated between my shoulder and neck. Pulling one of Matt's hands from my breasts, I brought it to my face and kissed his fingers before sliding his digits between my lips and sucking on them slowly. Matt's mouth was latched onto my neck, sucking and licking me as he continued to penetrate me from behind.
I could feel my impending orgasm and arched my head back to get a view of Matt but couldn't.
"Baby, I want to see your face," I whimpered.
Matt's tender obedience was immediate; he pulled out of me and gently rolled me onto my back. Taking a quick glance down to our groins, Matt positioned himself and slid back into me. We both moaned with joy. I wiped the hair from my face then pulled Matt down to me. We kissed passionately as Matt grew into his thrusting rhythm. Matt held my face lovingly as our tongues swirled around one another. Eventually I could take no more, I pushed Matt's face off me ever so softly and stared deeply into his eyes as my body was overcome with my climax.
"Ohhh god Matthew!" I cried.
My vagina spasmed around Matt's pistoning cock, juices gushing out of me. I held Matt's head firmly against me, pressing my forehead against his. He continued to pump with measured pace and now began to grunt. My body still shuddered with my own orgasm as Matt pressed hard into me and cried my name. I could feel his warm spunk splash against the walls of my pussy, and I ground myself against him.
"I love you so much Matty," I whimpered.
"I love you too Kimberly***Cole."
We both shared a giggle then Matt eased himself off me and lay at my side.
I was about to get up when Matt stopped me,
"Where are you off to now?" he questioned.
"I'm gonna get cleaned up," I replied.
Matt held my harm and pulled me back down onto the bed,
"Lay here baby, I'll take care of you," he softly whispered before whisking off to the bathroom.
When Matt returned, he was clutching a hand towel. He sat at my side and lovingly began to wipe the inside of my thighs with the warm, damp, cloth. Matt wiped my skin softly, moving the towel daintily against my vagina. His fingers parted my folds as he made sure to clean me thoroughly.
"All done, nice and clean now," Matt chirped before he leaned down and planted a kiss on my pelvis, just above my pussy.
I smiled adoringly at Matt as he went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel. Scooting over, I held up the covers and Matt crawled in.
"Did you enjoy your night?" he asked as he nuzzled his face against my neck and wrapped his arms around me.
"Yes I did baby, I've had the most amazing night," I replied, my face pressing against Matt's head, his hair ticking my nose.
"What about you sweetie?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? I've been on top of the world since you said 'I do'. You've made me the luckiest man in the world now that I get to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Aww Matty, you say the sweetest things baby," I cooed as I tilted Matt's head to mine and kissed him.
"I mean every word honey," Matt affirmed.
"I know you do baby, and I feel the exact same way."
We kissed again, then I turned over so Matt could spoon me.
It had been an amazing day but also a long and exhausting one. Matt and I feel asleep in mere minutes, curled up in his arms.
"Honey***honey, it's almost ten," I whispered into Matt's ear.
I watched as his eyes slowly opened,
"Morning sweetie," I greeted, planting kiss on Matt's lips, "Wanna head down for some breakfast?"
"Sure thing Kimmy," he groggily replied.
I was about to get off the bed when Matt pulled me onto him.
I giggled as he kissed me and I wriggled my body against Matt's apparent morning wood.
"How about we make that brunch instead?" Matt suggested.
"Baby!" I squealed as Matt groped my ass.
"I'm just trying to make up for the month we missed," Matt whispered into my ear before nibbling on my lobe.
That was all that it took to convince me, as I lowered my mouth back onto his.
By the time we made it downstairs it was for lunch.
Matt and I w
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ere halfway through our meal. I looked over to his plate which looked particularly scrumptious.
"Do you mind if I try a piece of your chicken?" I asked.
"You may," Matt replied, "And it'll only cost you one smooch."
"One smooch huh? I think you're selling yourself short babe," I replied.
Blushing, I leaned over to Matt, then gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Hey you two! Save that for the honeymoon!"
I whipped my head around and saw Summer and Adam walking over to us with their luggage. Reaching over, I pierced a chunk of Matt's pineapple chicken with my fork and devoured it.
Adam and Summer took a seat at our table,
"So you guys all ready to go?" Matt asked.
"Yup, flight leaves in a couple hours, got to get back to work in the morning," Adam explained.
"Well thank you guys so much for coming, it meant the world to Matt and me," I gushed.
"Aww babe, it was our pleasure," Summer replied.
Just then, Adam got a call on his cellphone. After a brief conversation, he looked over to Summer,
"Cab's outside hun, we better get a move on."
Adam got up and shook Matt's hand. Summer leaned over and hugged me, then whispered into my ear,
"Call me later, I want to know how last night went."
We broke our embrace and smiled at each other.
After another exchange of hugs, Summer and Adam headed out to catch their cab.
Matt and I relaxed at the hotel for the rest of the day, saying goodbye to friends and family who were heading back home.
The next morning, we had just enough time to pass by our apartment, drop one set of luggage off, pick up another set of already packed bags, and head to the airport.
I held Matt's hand as the plane took off. We both stared down at our clasped fingers. Presumably, he was looking at the same thing I was, the new addition to our fingers; our wedding bands. Matt and I couldn't help from smiling like children at each other.
When we landed in Hawaii, we were warmly greeted but hotel staff at the airport who placed lays around our necks. We were helped with our luggage and escorted to the hotel shuttles. The drive to the hotel was a lengthy one but Matt and I didn't mind, we marveled at the majestic island scenery.
We checked into the honeymoon suite of the very ritzy hotel and were escorted up to the room. Matt tipped the bellboy and we shut the door. I had to use the bathroom, so I left Matt to explore the suite.
I re-entered the living quarters to the sound of a loud thud. I looked to the left and saw Matt standing at the entrance to the balcony holding his head.
Matt had apparently walked into the glass sliding door. I immediately began laughing,
"Babe! What happened?" I queried, "What made you think the door would be open?"
"I thought it was an open, balcony, it looked so clear," he explained as he rubbed his forehead.
I continued my inconsiderate laughter till Matt looked up at me with an adorable frown,
"Awwww, come here, let me make it all better," I stated.
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Matt joined me and I sat him beside me. I reached up and removed his hand from against his forehead and replaced it with my own.
"Awww, my poor baby," I comforted, while rubbing his forehead.
Matt stared at me with puppy dog eyes, really milking the situation. I leaned over and kissed his forehead,
"Does that feel better?"
"A little," he faux whimpered.
"A little huh? Well, let's see if we can make it feel alot better," I whispered.
I gently nudged Matt and laid him down on the bed. I kissed his forehead again, then his temple, then his cheek, then his lips.
"Mmmm, starting to get better," Matt murmured, his lips pressed against mine.
I giggled and began to roam my hands across Matt's body, up the sides of his stomach, across his chest, then the side of his face. As we continued to kiss, Matt's hands did some roaming of their own as he tenderly rubbed my back. Matt slid his tongue into my mouth and I sucked delightedly on it, then bit down seductively on his lower lip. A soft groan escaped him as I held his lip between my teeth and gently squeezed. I smiled as I released Matt then went back to exploring his mouth with my tongue.
Matt hand was cradling my face as we lay side by side kissing. I had begun to rub his thighs, then, mischievously slid a hand through the sizeable hole in his ripped jeans which was just above his knee. Smiling against, Matt's lips, I worked my hand up his thigh till I was able to press my palm over his hardness. Matt's cock, which was trapped in his boxer briefs, throbbed against my hand, even more so when I squeezed and caressed it.
"Mhmm, I knew I loved these ripped jeans for a reason," he moaned.
I giggled and squeezed his erection hard, eliciting a passionate groan.
After a few more minutes of kissing and fondling, I pulled my hand from the hole in Matt's jeans and began to unbuckle his belt. I quickly pulled Matt's jeans and boxers from his body then crawled onto him. Matt slid his hands up my bare thighs, under my denim skirt and began tugging on my underwear.
"Mhmmm, I guess you're all better," I teased before leaning close to kiss Matt's lips.
Matt had lowered my green cotton thong to my knees, and I wiggled my body, positing myself for him.
"I want you so bad Kimmy," Matt whispered against my mouth.
"You can have me baby, I'm yours forever," I cooed as I pressed my vagina against Matt's upright cock.
We smiled at each other as Matt held my hips steady I lowered myself onto him. I watched as Matt closed his eyes and smiled,
"Ohhh god, baby, I love you so much," he sighed as I continued to sink down onto him.
With Matt's cock entirely buried inside me, I kissed him tenderly before he slowly began writhing his hips, pressing in and out of me.
"Mhmmm, yeah baby," I moaned as Matt and I began to kiss again.
Matt grasped my hips tightly, as he worked his way in and out of my pussy; his cock was so hard and felt amazing, grinding against my clit with each stroke.
As we continued to make love, one of Matt's hands slowly inched its way up the sides up my body, till he was able to massage my breasts through my cotton jersey. I broke the kiss between Matt and myself and sat up on his body, staring down at him as he kept gently thrusting into me.
"Ahh ahhhh ahhh fuck Matty," I groaned, holding his hand against my breasts, "You want these little boobs huh," I whimpered.
As Matt's hand retreated, I lifted my jersey off me and tossed it to the floor. I reached behind and unhooked the clasp on of my white bra then lifted off my chest and flung it to the floor as well.
"Mhmmm, what an amazing view," Matt whispered as he raised his hands back to my breasts, cupping my mounds and squeezing my bare flesh.
I hunched over and pressed myself against Matt's body. I could feel his lips kissing my breasts, his tongue swirling around my skin every few seconds. Matt finally took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I groaned aloud and gyrated my hips against his pressing.
Matt wrapped his hands around my lower back and hugged me close to him, his face buried in my breasts. He began to thrust faster into me.
"Ohhh god baby that feels so good," I cooed as Matt bit down on my nipple.
I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to see Matt's face. I held Matt's head back, tilting it away from breasts and up to my face. I smiled down at him as he stared up at me with focus in his eyes.
"Are you close?" I whispered.
"So close, baby," he grunted.
"Cum with me darling," I whimpered.
"Tell me when," Matt replied as I kissed his lips.
Matt began to fuck harder and faster. His arms were still wrapped around my back, hugging me as we kissed. About a minute later, I pulled my mouth from Matt's
"Now baby!! Now!" I cried as my body convulsed in blissful satisfaction.
Matt groaned and thrusted hard and deep, then cried out with me.
I felt Matt's hands tighten around my back as his body twitched and his cock spewed his cum inside me.
"Yes baby, mhmmm ohh fuck yess," I moaned as our orgasms collided.
Matt had stopped thrusting and was holding his spasming cock inside my pussy.
I giggled when he groaned almost in agony as I clenched my pussy down around his cock,
"Sorry baby, I couldn't help it," I explained, knowing how sensitive his cock was now.
I gave Matt a minute before easing off him then lying on his body.
He looked up at me,
"I've got to walk into doors more often," he panted.
I smiled down at him lovingly,
"What are you smiling about?" he asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking***my husband the klutz," I teased.
Matt joined my chuckle and lightly spanked my butt.
"Wanna know something?"
"What baby?" I asked.
"When I paid the bellboy out in the hall, he asked me a question, he asked if my wife and I would be needing anything else. I smiled at him so proudly, I almost hugged the guy. My wife and I*** it sounded amazing."
"Awww baby, that does sound nice," I replied.
We laid there for a few minutes till I finally rolled off of Matt's body,
"Come on, let's go get washed up and check out the beach," I excitedly chirped.
"Would you like another one hun?" Matt asked.
I slurped the last remnants of my bahama mama and set the glass down,
"No thanks, I don't want to ruin my appetite for dinner."
Matt walked over to the poolside bar for another beer then returned to his lounge chair.
We were four days into our honeymoon, and were lounging out by the pool after a refreshing swim. If we weren't in the bedroom making love, Matt and I were on the beach or at the pool resting up. We did however; make a decision to at least try to do some touristy stuff. Tomorrow we had a whole day planned; surfing lessons in the morning, then some snorkeling, we booked a bicycle tour, then, we were planning to finish off the day with a couple hours at the spa and a nighttime stroll on the beach.
As Matt finished up with his beer, I got up off my lounge chair and stood over him,
"Ready to head up, dinner reservation's in a little while."
Matt glanced at his watch then looked back up to me,
"It's still early," he replied.
"I know, but I thought we could take a shower together and that could umm***take some time," I explained, smiling down at him.
"Ohh, I see, well by all means, we should head upstairs," Matt calmly stated with a wicked smile.
As we bumbled into our hotel suite, I felt Matt's hands on my back untying my bikini top. We made our way over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of our clothing behind. Matt turned on the shower and we embraced beneath the warm water. I could already feel Matt, throbbing against my stomach. I lowered my hand between our bodies and stroked Matt's cock. He inched forward, forcing me against the tile wall. Matt slid his hands down my body, then around both my wrists. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and felt Matt suck passionately on it. I pressed Matt's cock against my pussy, then he raised my hands into the air, pressing them against the wall. With my wrists pinned to the wall by Matt's hands, there was nothing to do but kiss him. I loved his tight grasp on my hands, his body pressed against mine as he slid his cock into my cunt.
"Mhmm, fuck baby," I cooed.
Matt began to thrust, slow at first but soon, nice and fast, hard and deep into my pussy.
I pulled my tongue from Matt's mouth and settled my face against his neck. Biting down lightly on Matt's shoulder, I whimpered with his every thrust. After a few minutes, Matt set my hands free and I lowered them around his body. Gripping his buttcheeks, I pressed his body forward every time he pushed into me, feeling his cock plunge deeper than before.
"Fuck Matty, I'm gonna cum," I announced.
Matt's handS were grasping my hips as he continued plunging into me.
"Ohhh god baby!" I cried, unable to control myself as my body shuddered and a blissful warm sensation surged through my body.
I pulled my face from Matt's neck and stared into his eyes. My body continued to twitch as my pussy clenched down periodically on his thrusting penis. I felt so at ease as my orgasm subsided. I wiped the water that splashed down on Matt's face then kissed him. Laughing cutely, I hopped up and wrapped my legs around Matt's waist. With my arms around Matt's neck for support, I urged him on,
"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."
Matt wrapped his hands around my back and began thrusting fast and hard. He pressed his forehead against my chest and I felt him breathing heavily on my breasts. I kissed the top of Matt's head, on his wet hair, and rubbed the back of his neck with my fingers.
"That's it baby, ohhh god you feel soo good!" I moaned.
I felt Matt's cock go extremely hard, then a loud groan.
"Ahhh FUCK Kimmy!!"
I held Matt's head tightly to my chest as his came in me. He leaned me against the wall for support and I felt him delicately kissing the curve of my breasts, his cock still twitching in my pussy.
After a few minutes, Matt turned his head up to me and we kissed. I hopped down from around his body and his cock slid from my vagina. We proceeded to soap and rinse each other's skin, slowly and tenderly, it was very romantic. Eventually we were done showering but remained under the warm water just kissing and caressing each other's bodies.
"Are you ready to go get some dinner?" Matt finally asked.
"I'm starving baby," I replied.
Matt shut of the water and I retrieved some towels. After getting dressed we walked down to the lobby and outside to catch a cab. The drive to the CanoeHouse, the restaurant where Matt had made reservations, was brief. The place was absolutely gorgeous, a romantic beachfront restaurant. Matt and I opted to sit outside on the restaurant's open air deck. We ordered appetizers and stared out at the waves slowly lapping at the shore. When the main course arrived, Matt and I had the pleasure of an amazing Hawaiian sunset as a backdrop to dine to. I kept staring up at Matt, he looked so happy, and that filled me with joy.
Matt played with my hand as we ate our sorbet desserts. He smiled up at me,
"You look so beautiful Kimmy."
"Aww, thank you baby," I replied.
"I can't wait to get you back to our room."
I blushed a little and squeezed Matt's hand in mines,
"I can't wait to get you on your back," I teased.
We both laughed guiltily and finished up with our dessert.
Back at the hotel, we again made love before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next day was everything Matt and I had hoped for, extremely exhausting but totally exhilarating and fun. I laughed until my stomach ached during our surfing lessons; Matt must have fallen off his board twice as much as I did. After snorkeling, we took our bike tour and got to see much of the island and some amazing sites. An hour at the spa was exactly what we needed at the end of the day to unwind, it was thoroughly relaxing. Then, after a quick bite to eat, Matt and I shared a long romantic walk on the shore, under the stars.
Back in the hotel suite, Matt and I settled in for the final night of our honeymoon. We were laying on the bed, locked in what was approaching a twenty minute passionate make out session. I began to unbutton Matt's shirt, and he slid his khaki shorts down his legs. Lying in just his boxer briefs, Matt reached over and lifted my red blouse off my body. I smiled at him as I unbuttoned my jean shorts. Matt laid me down on the bed and helped my wiggle out of my shorts, then tugged on my yellow panties. Completely naked, I pulled Matt onto me and kissed him. I could feel his bulge pressing against my stomach and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and began pushing them down his thighs. Matt kicked his boxer briefs down around his ankles and I pulled him back in for a kiss.
I rolled Matt over and we lay on our sides still kissing. He slinked his hand up my body and caressed my breasts, eliciting an appreciative moan from me.
I squeezed Matt's cock in my palm and felt his hand sliding down my stomach.
"Babe***do you mind, umm***if we just did anal tonight?" I stammered, almost shyly.
"Sure honey, any particular reason?" Matt asked.
"Do you want the truth?"
"Of course baby," Matt replied.
"Well, the truth is, I feel kinda sore," I explained.
"Awww Kimmy, why didn't you tell me, I'm so sorry honey," Matt replied, his voice laden with concern.
"It's not your fault baby," I quickly responded, "Well, not all your fault, I'm equally to blame," I smiled.
"You know we don't have to do anything if you're not in the mood, we could just cuddle," Matt offered.
"No baby, I want to, I really want to," I assured him.
Matt kissed me and tenderly cupped my vagina in his hand. He kissed his way down my body till his nose was nuzzled against my folds,
"I am so sorry, you're the most heavenly of creatures," he whispered.
"Babe, what are you doing?" I giggled.
Matt directed his eyes to mine,
"I'm apologizing to your pussy," he replied.
"Wow, I wished I knew you were crazy before we got married," I teased.
Matt went back to whispering to my pussy,
"Don't mind her, we know our love is real," he whispered comically as I continued to laugh.
Matt ended with a light kiss against my lips.
"Turn over for me baby," Matt requested.
I happily flipped over and laid on my stomach. Matt's hands immediately began massaging my butt cheeks. Resting my head comfortably on my pillow, I closed my eyes and enjoyed Matt's tender touch. I felt Matt lean in and his lips on my soft flesh. He kissed each of my cheeks then began to spread them. The next thing I felt was the amazing feel of Matt's tongue right against my asshole. His tongue swirled circles around my tight ring, then began to press against my hole. Matt lapped away at my asshole for a few minutes then ended with a kiss, right against my hole. I opened my eyes and watched him walk over to my bag and retrieve the mini bottle of lube.
I arched my neck back to watch Matt lube up his erection, then felt his slippery fingers between the crack of my ass, rubbing my opening. When he was done, Matt closed the bottle and walked over to the table to set it down. I got up on my knees. My face was pressed against the pillow and my ass was sticking up in the air as I eagerly waited on Matt. I watched Matt walk back across the room and crawl onto the bed. He moved behind me out of sight and I felt his hands on my ass. Matt spread my cheeks ever so slightly and I felt him pressing his cock between them. I reached back to help Matt, grasping my ass cheeks and holding them apart for him. He pressed his cock against my tiny ring and began to press. I shut my eyes tight and focused on relaxing my body as I felt Matt's cock squeeze into my anal rosebud. Matt continued to ease into my asshole, making steady progress. His cock filling me felt amazing. Finally, he reached a point where my asshole sucked in his entire cock and we both groaned. Matt remained still, his cock buried entirely inside me. He rubbed my back soothingly as I took a minute to get adjusted to having him in me.
After a minute or so, got comfortable on the pillow and gave Matt the all clear,
"Okay baby, I'm ready.
That was all Matt needed as he began easing out and then back in.
"Fuck that feels amazing!" I groaned.
"You feel so nice baby," Matt replied.
I could feel my anus stretch as Matt rock hard cock slid in and it felt unbelievable. Matt was rubbing my ass cheeks with his palms as he began moving harder into me. Soon he was slamming his cock deep inside my asshole, his thighs slapping my ass.
"Ahh ahhhh ahhhh, fuck baby, mhmmmm," I moaned in pleasure.
I tried rubbing my pussy a little but the soreness was just too irritating. I pulled my hand from between my legs and arched my neck back to Matt,
"I'd like to lie on my stomach," I informed him.
Matt paused his thrusting,
"Of course baby, everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it feels wonderful; I just think it'll feel better for me if I lay flat.
With Matt's throbbing cock inside me, I stretched my legs back and lay down on my stomach. Matt moved with me, lowering himself so he remained inside me.
"Okay, you can start again," I giggled.
I felt Matt's hands on the back of my shoulders as he began to slide his cock in and out of my ass once more.
"Ohhh god, this feels sooo good," I cooed.
Matt planted his hands on the bed, on either side of my shoulders and plowed into me. As he gradually built back up to his previous plunging speed, he lowered his head and kissed my back. He was able to nibble on my shoulders and I turned my head and we kissed.
I squeezed my legs tightly together, squirming my body as I felt an immense orgasm approaching.
Matt paused our kissing and breathed heavily against my face,
"You're so tight baby, I can't last much longer," he grunted.
I smiled and kissed him then just pressed my face against his. We weren't kissing, just breathing hot breath into each other's mouths. I cried out in high pitch as my climax hit me, my asshole and pussy spasmed in unison. At the same time, Matt grunted and I felt his cum shooting into me. We continued pressing our faces together, planting brief pecks on each other's lips every few seconds. Matt's cock throbbed so hard in my asshole, I tried to imagine what it felt like for him to have my anus contract around his length.
We both resumed kissing and remained in that position for a couple minutes till Matt rolled off my back and lay down at my side.
"Ohh my god baby, that's the first time I've orgasmed from just anal," I panted.
"Really?!?" a surprised Matt asked, "You weren't touching yourself?" he added.
"No, I tried, but was too sore, so that was all just from anal," I explained.
"Wow, you think it was the position? With you on your stomach?"
"Yeah, I think that was it, in that position, I dunno, you just seem to hit all the right places," I giggled.
We laid with each other a bit then took a shower. When we returned to bed, I got comfortable, cozying up into Matt's arms.
"I've had the best five days ever," I stated.
"Me too baby, it really has been amazing, but to tell you the truth, I can't wait to get back home and start living our lives together," Matt replied.
"I know what you mean, it'll be nice to get to the day to day of being a married couple, you've made me so happy Matty, I can't wait to see what's next."
"I feel the same baby," Matt responded, squeezing me tight.
We fell asleep with the knowledge that tomorrow we'd be heading back home, to start our lives as husband and wife.
*End of ch.09
Okay folks just one more chapter to go and that'll be in end of this series.
Comments, suggestions, critiques, are always welcomed and greatly appreciated.*
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The next day I arose early, even before dawn. I tried getting up, but then was reminded of my injuries by a stiffness in my three places from the braces attached to me. I laid back down, taking this time to take in the drawings plastering the walls of the room. Of course the first one I saw was the one of me, being right next to the bed where we both left it the night before, but also attracted to certain places around the wall more than others. One picture really caught me eye, it was a full color ink drawing, painted in pastels of a tree, a single tree upon a grassy hill in a sunset. The tree cast such a long shadow, it trailed off into the horizon. It was so detailed and emotional... The single tree, along with nothing else to comfort it. Then, every day was the warmth and love of the bright sunset to warm it and comfort it until the grips and coldness of night embraced it in it's dark, but loving sanctuary. But wait, what is this... There is a small protrusion from the tree, right at ground level, almost completely engulfed in shadow, barley noticeable. I slowly got out of bed, being careful not to put any pressure on my knee, and then noticed a pair of crutches laying by the foot of the bed. Obviously Jim cared for me every moment of the day... Brining me these things in the middle of the night, even without waking me up. I scooted over and picked them, up, using them to move over to the pictures hung up on the wall. I looked as close as I could and made out some precise details only the most skilled artist could have achieved... There was a small foot with little thorn things coming off of it, hardly noticeable again. There was also a sudden edge coming out of the tree, and what looked like the tip of a nose... Oh, one more thing. A small tube sort of thing carefully wrapped around the tree, and the tip was barely in the sunlight, it was colored... Black with a little orange It was Jim! With a drawing pad! He was there in this place, at this time... drawing it, and capturing every moment and every emotion of the scene, even without looking upon it other than his view. Amazing... so, beautiful... Interrupting my thoughts the door opened slowly and I turned to see Jim's cute fuzzy face poke it, and was surprised to find me out of bed. I looked out the window, and while I was up it had tuned a slight gray blue outside, and the clock read 6:30am. Jim slipped inside the room and silently closed the door, and walked up to me, wrapping his arm around my neck and his teal around my ankles.
"You like it? This is my special picture... My special place. It's where I go when I feel so lonely and sad, like nothing in the world is worth living. When nothing seems to love or be loved, or cared for. The tree is lonely like me, and makes me feel like I have someone or something that shares my feelings. Then, the sunset comes and warms out spirits, making us happy and loving again. When I go there I am lonely, sad and crushed. When I leave, I know that I have shared my feelings, and shown something in the world that there is still care left in the creatures of the land. That there are those that share your feelings, no matter what you feel..."
"Have you every been there for the beginning of the day? Sunrise?"
"No, I don't think I ever have..." Jim said, sounding a little down-struck at this.
"Well, why don't we go together? Show that one place that houses all of the bad feelings of the world and gives away all of it own happy, warm ones. Why don't we give it something that can be happy instead of sad? How far away is it?"
"Oh, only about 15 minutes by walking. If we go now, I bet we can make it before the sunrise."
"Let's go then, but you'll have to carry me, hun." I said, smiling at him, and lightly licking his nose, making him jump back, but smile and laugh at the same time."
"Ha, come ere' you..." He said, picking em up in his arms and quietly opening the door with only one arm. We quietly slipped down the stairs, and out the front door, and started walking down the sidewalk going away from the main street.
"Alright now you little sneak wolf, this is my special, uber-secret spot, and now it's ours. Nobody else can know about this, nobody, gotcha? This is ours, and only us two know about this special place. It'll be like out little relaxing spot..."
"Mmm, okay you little fuzzy tiger..." I said, licking his face again, making him laugh. A few more minutes of walking, and we cam upon an open clearing, sloping down towards a shallow valley on both sides, with a big oak tree right smack dab in the middle of it. Jim walked through the tall grass, and it eventually thinned out and became short around the tree. It was almost sunrise, and the sky was already lighting up as he set me down, and took a seat right next to me, wrapping his arm around me again and putting his tail across both of our laps. A dew seconds passed and I leaned into his shoulder, resting my head on his frame as he rested his on the top of mine, sort of interlocking us together as I popped my tail in between us and started brushing his chest with it.
Right before the sun came up, I whispered in his ear,
"I love you, so much..." And I nuzzled closer to him, seeping in his warmth along his fur. "I love you too, honey..." He turned his head to me, and I looked up to him, and we kissed, right as the top of the sun came over the horizon, warming us and causing his fur to gleam and glow in the sunlight, creating a beautiful shine and glow over his entire body, the orange light of the sun cascading into him, and glowing against his orange fur as we kissed. We shared our love to each other as the sun warmed our bodies as we rubbed each other. We also shared out love to the scene, one that had only absorbed hate and depression and sadness in it's life, was now lit on fire by the passion of love and romance. The whole scene was different now, the tree became like a reassuring post to lean on, to support our weight as we drove through the consequences of life together, as one. We continued sharing our love with each other until the sun was high in the sky, marking that it was time to leave. We parted, and we both drove into each other as we looked into those pools of blue and green, swirling into love, caring, and partnership. Without a word needed to be said, Jim got up, and scooped me in his glowing orange, warm arms, and we locked together once more as we left the warmth of the place, although we both knew that it was now a happier secret to bare, our secret. One that we could share as lovers, not individuals or friends, but lovers. It was ours, and it was a secret. As we left, I looked over Jim's shoulder to see the tree shining in golden light as the sun rose higher in the sky, the area having a lighter, more romantic feel and air to it now that we had shared a good moment, given the land something to live for...
As we walked back, not a word was said, as actions explained more than words. I laid my head in his chest as we walked back to his house, his warm fur comforting me and making a soft cushion for my to rest on against his muscular body. I rubbed against his chest and back with my hands, running my fingers through his fur. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and murred into my ear, and I whimpered back at him and we both smiled at each other. It was then that getting up so early had it's effect and my eyelids fluttered and the last thing I saw before I fell to sleep in his arms were his soft green eyes looking down at me and the gentle smile of his showing brightly on his face, and I fell to sleep as he cradled me closer into his chest.
I woke up again in myr his-bed, neatly tucked in and comfortable... I looked at the clock. It was 12:30pm. Man had I slept a long time... I slowly rolled off the warm sheets and painfully swung my legs over the bed, and looked for my crutches... Of course, they were right by the bed, but there was a paper on them... I took it off and studied it. It looked just like the picture of the special place... but something was off... Whoa... wait a minute... INstead of the original picture of Jim with the notepad, there was something else there... There were four legs coming our of the base of the tree. One going straight out in front, and the other to the side like it's owner was leaning on something... Then it dawned on me, this was us this morning! He drew us together at the tree, me leaning on his shoulder and sharing our love for one another! But he couldn't have had enough time before school to draw this and color it, could he? Curious, I gathered the picture, got my crutches, and slowly made my way out into the hall and down the stairs. I tried to be a quiet as I could but that is sort of hard when you have crutches, and I heard footfall coming towards the stairs from the other direction. I reached the bottom and looked around, and there was Jim!
"Jim! What are you doing here? I though there was school??" I asked, bewildered...
"I got the week off, I called in and told them that you were hurt and needed looking after. It took some convincing and some talk from my mother but we got it through. It's only this week though, then I need to go back. But, that should be long enough, don't you think?" He said, smiling, and I smiled back with my lopsided mouth. He helped me towards the living room and plopped me down on the long sofa, letting my lie down while he walked across the room and grabbed a small chair from the kitchen and brought it next to me.
"Man, your mouth looks so funny without your other tooth..." He said coming back to the living room with the chair. "I wish they hadn't done it... Why me, anyways? I mean, couldn't they just pick on somebody else??" I said pleadingly. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. I think it looks cute," He said smiling. " It's unique... Well, as for why they did it I have no idea, those kids are just douche-bags waiting to explode. But I'm going to make sure that nobody does anything to you ever again. When I get back I'm going to announce our relationship, and I'm going to make sure your story is spread around the entire school, Hell, the entire world if I need to! Anything to keep people from hurting you..." He said to me, nearly tearing up as he did so.
"Are you sure that's the best idea? I mean, what if-" He silenced me in mid sentence, not letting me finish.
"No "what if's" "buts" "or's" or anything of that sort, okay? We'll go with what comes out way, live life by the second. If they don't like it, too bad for them, but I'm not letting anybody hurt you ever again... I'm going to make sure of it..." He said, still looking deep into my eyes.
"Thank you Jim..." I whispered into his ear, and I leaned up and hugged him close, intertwining our fur and running my hands through the fur on his back, both of us murring into each other ears as we pressed our muzzles into each others necks.
"I love you... so much Jim..." I whispered into his ear. "Me too... me too Greg..." He whispered back.
We embraced for minutes, just our bodies comforting each other as we rubbed on each other and nuzzled each other and murred over our touches.
Well, until the door opened and we both fell to the floor under a mass of orange fur...
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Gone and Come Home Ch.5 by Bloudin-Ruo
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End of an Era by Shetland repaired by Raven Fox: Earth gets attacked by an unknown race and gets sold. A bunch of humans want to stay on their planet even tho races of anthros are living on Earth. One human male moves around to avoid eviction, but he gets captured and given a choice. (This was a story I scrapped years ago, but my friend Raven Fox talked me into giving to him so he can fix and finish it. SHETLANDJ)
Everett Washington at a rural area.
Simon wiped his brow as he disassembled the dash of his 1984 GMC truck. A few months ago the dash wiring of the truck caught on fire burning up the main wiring harness and fuse box. He removed the screws on the instrument cluster carefully removing it so he can unplug the gauges and disconnect the speedometer cable. The thirty year old human with light brown hair with hazel eyes examined the burnt harness noting that twelve volt positive main wire insulation was rubbed off causing the fire.
"I can't believe that my cousin Denis did a jury rigged ignition switch, all what he had to do was go to Auto-zone for a replacement switch." The human grumbled to himself as he removed the wiring harness.
One week later, Simon's trailer.
Simon connected the battery and got in the cab of the gray colored truck. Turning the key in the column from the 1985 Chevy truck, the human watched as the gauges cycled and the 350 V-8 engine turn over. He pressed the accelerator and pulled on the manual choke. A deep rumble came from the engine compartment as it caught.
Thru the steering wheel, Simon felt the vibration of the engine. Grinning, the human put the gear selector into drive. He took a quick glance of the gauges and drove down the street turning on the radio.
A few weeks later at a camping site.
At the campsite Simon tended the fire watching the embers floating up in the night sky. He looked at the clear summer night sky looking at the stars. Something caught his attention, light blue streaks streaked by in the sky. The human watched as hundreds of the light blue streaks pass in his line of vision.
He stomped the fire out and threw his tent in the bed of his truck. The starter whined as he tried to start the cold engine. Cussing, Simon pulled the choke knowing that he spent the last couple days hiking the area. "Just like the Millennium Falcon on the ice planet Hoth in the Empire strikes back." The human thought to himself hearing the engine catch with its occupying raw fuel smell. "I just love the smell of 91 octane at night." Simon said as he drove to see what's going on.
A few hours later looking at the Puget Sound.
Cold fear gripped his chest as he saw what is going on at Seattle. Five large shapes hovered at parts of the town sucking up dust clouds. The human grabbed a pair of binoculars looking at the clouds, his insides chilled as he saw thousands of people get sucked up in the shapes as the mysterious things moved around the city.
A roaring sound got his attention as fighter jets flew by. Missiles streaked to the objects not causing damage to them. Simon shook his head as smaller objects attacked the military fighters, a few got away. A few of the smaller ones exploded when they were attacked by the military fighters. "I know what's going to happen next, so I better get back in the mountains." The human thought to himself as he hiked back to his truck.
When he got to his truck, Simon drove five miles making sure the mountain is between the Puget Sound and his area. Simon disconnected the battery and the wires to the distributor. "I hope the mountain shields me from the fallout." The human thought to himself as he set up his tent.
Simon was right, the next morning he saw a brilliant white flash emanating from the other side of the mountain. Taking no chances, the human drove away five hours later heading east after hooking up the electrical system to his truck. He gambled by pulling the cables off the battery and the wiring to the distributor to see if doing this will protect his system from a EMP. "Well, I count myself lucky that this truck is still operating." He said to himself as drove on.
The next day near Yakama.
In a wooded area watching the town Simon watches as a bunch of figures clad in a one piece black suit wearing a type of BMX helmets walk by. They walked in the town holding a type of pistol in their hands. A Honda Insight drove by his hiding place to go down the freeway. One of the figures fired that pistol.
Simon watched as if some one slammed on the brakes on the Honda. The figure walked to the drivers' door to open it. The driver locked the door, but the figure twisted something on the pistol making the window roll down. He turned away because of the screams from the male driver as he was killed. "Dam, I am glad my truck doesn't have electric windows and ABS brakes." The human thought to himself feeling sorry for the driver of the car.
It wasn't till the next day before Simon decided to drive out of the area he was stuck at. Before leaving town, he filled up both fuel tanks. Simon kept his wits while driving down the freeway.
While driving down the road later on, a very new import sports car passed him. The male driver looked at Simon laughing at the sight of his twenty seven year old truck. His laughter didn't last long as one of the invaders smaller vehicles buzzed the two vehicles. A red light stuck the newer vehicle, the vehicle stalled slowing and the brakes locked up causing it to go out of control.
Simon watched as two of the invaders drag the driver out and they killed him. They tried to fire their pistols at Simons GMC truck, but nothing happened to it. Even that hovering vehicle fired its red beam with no effect. Sighing, the human stopped his truck and loaded his model 1911 45 cal handgun, a gift from his grandfather.
He killed the two invaders and emptied the clip to the hovering vehicle. Sparks shot out of an area and the vehicle flew away.
Simon watched as the vehicle flew off, he walked up to the two bodies to examine them. "What the heck!?" The human whispered as he watched the bodies melt away leaving behind their suits and helmets.
Getting back in his truck, the human started his truck listening to the 350 V-8 rumbles while it idles. He put the gear selector into drive and drove away keeping an eye out for any signs of the invaders.
A day later near Boise Idaho.
Overlooking from a mountainside, Simon looked thru a set binoculars looking at the large city. He picked up a radio station hearing that the nuclear strike was successful, but the remaining missile silos were destroyed. "What about our missile subs?" The human thought to himself.
Right now at the city, military fighter jets were attacking the invader's vehicles. He watched as a squadron of F-18s fired missiles at one of the larger vehicles sucking humans into it.
One of the large vehicles fired a light blue ball in the air; it made a strange sound by making a series of beeps. A larger blue ball fell out of the sky striking the center of the town, but it acted like a nuclear explosion. The town area glowed a bright blue causing Simon to cover his eyes, darkness.
He didn't know how long he was out; opening his eyes he was met with a splitting headache. Rubbing his eyes, the human looked at the area Boise was at. "Shit, the dam city is gone." Simon said looking the large black crater.
While looking at the giant black crater that uses to be a city, something happen in the sky. A section showed a bunch of shapes like a logo and a voice speaking English said. "Attention all Earthlings, your planet was just been sold Galen species. We just defeated the last of your military and just eliminated the last of the governments. Don't know what Earths' new owners are going to do with any surviving humans they find, if there are any of you humans left, your planet is now going to be moved to its new location. Have a nice day." The sky went back to normal.
Rainbow coloring with a white static spark show lit up the sky. It was like being in a crystal being shine with a flashlight. Simon covered his eyes due to the light being bright with the sound of bacon frying. He squinted his eyes shut feeling his way to his truck. After finding his way to his truck to enter it. The human covered his ears smelling the musky smell of the interior, due to that the truck was never restored. "Who is the Galen species?" Simon thought to himself as he passed out.
Unknown time later.
Cramps woke him up due to sleeping in the cab. Opening his eyes the human looked out of the windshield gasping at the sight. "Oh shit, this is not good." He said looking at Earths' new sky.
He saw that the sky has a whiter tint to the blue, plus there are two planets in the sky with the moon with a smaller one. The larger and closer planet is like Earth, but Simon can tell that one planet must be mostly cities. Looking at the smaller one, he saw it must be mostly water because of smaller green parts.
"Noo not again." Simon cussed as objects descended to the surface. He watched as most of the ships came from the larger planet. The human sighed as a few landed in the crater that use to be Boise Idaho. "I am getting out of here."
Going down the freeway, a few hours later.
He drove the length of the freeway keeping an eye out for any trouble. Before he went to Boise, topped off the tanks knowing that the truck wouldn't need fuel for four hundred miles. "What the?"
Chasing the truck is a dark blue BMW 7 series, buy the lines it must be early 1980's. He accelerated bringing the speed to eighty, but the car speeded up. Due to the distance, the driver of the BMW wasn't visible to him. Simon ran thoughts thru his head knowing the best way to deal with that car is to beat it with endurance. "Those cars are tanks, but this truck has more fuel, because if that BMW was recently fueled, I will still outlast him." The human thought to himself.
An hour later, the BMW turned around and headed back to the remains of Boise. Simon grinned. "Nobody has ever built a vehicle that can beat a Chevy." The human chuckled as he drove down the freeway.
A day later, Fort Bridger Wyoming.
He hid his truck at an abandoned ranch. Simon walked a few miles due to activity at the old fort. The place use to be a trading post, but now it's a museum. Being real quiet, the human climb on to the roof of the main building to check to see what's going on. "Alright, who are these Galen species, what the?!" As an anthro wolf walked out of the building.
The male wolf looked at the group of humans standing at the clearing near the building. He noted a few angry looks from some of the older humans. "Alright, my name is Shane and my family paid a fortune for this section of this continent. We will allow you humans to live here, but you half to follow a few rules."
Simon watching the spectacle shook his head. "Bad wording wolf, that's the last thing you want to say to a bunch of hard headed white boys."
A male voice bellowed. "And what if we won't follow your rules? Some of us paid a fortune for our places."
Shane grinned showing his teeth. "Well, the ones who won't listen to us. Will be sent to Washington State. The place that uses to be called the Puget Sound can use some humans to clean the remains of Seattle."
"Well, I am out of here, better head over to Utah." Simon said quietly leaving the area. "Sorry Shane, I am not living at your place." The human avoided the wolves and some felines he saw as he quietly crept back to truck.
Two days later, West of Salt Lake City Utah. At the wrecking yard Pick N' Pull.
Climbing the fence to the yard, Simon looked at the rows of wreck cars. The human jumped on to the ground looking for any signs of the new owners of this area. From what he saw, anthro foxes owned this part of the United States. "Ok, Chevy trucks are at the northeast part of the yard." Simon said to himself walking to the wrecked trucks, he knew this wrecking yard due to that he used to live in Sandy Utah.
Right now, his truck is parked nine miles from the yard. It took the best part of the day to get to the yard due to the foxes being more watchful. The water pump to his truck started leaking real bad starting yesterday. He couldn't go to an auto parts store due to the fact he went to check a few out seeing the foxes already manning the stores.
Simon made a bee-line to a 1981 Chevy ¾ ton 4x4. Opening the hood, the human choose this candidate due to the truck was rolled in an accident with most of the damage to the roof of the cab. He looked at the engine compartment noting that so far the missing part was the carburetor. "Well, this water pump is almost new, but I won't dare take another vehicle because Earth's new owners are at every auto dealership I seen and all vehicles confiscated. But I really like my GMC truck because it saved my life from those what ever those things that sold this planet." Simon thought to himself as he removed the water pump from the wrecked truck.
A set of catlike brown eyes with a cream color mixed in the color watched the human remove a part from the wreck truck. The vixen with brown coloring reach into herself to summon her talent of telekinesis to put an invisible band around the human, but she stopped. "Nah, I need someone to chase. Those dam CEO's that sold us this planet killed too many humans and I find this one interesting. Well Lillian, better hide and wait till the chase starts again." Lillian said to herself getting in a dark blue BMW 7 series that's parked in a stall.
Watching his back, Simon quietly left the wrecking yard walking and ducking in a hiding place. He walks by a row of parking stalls not seeing the dark blue BMW parked in one of the stalls.
Hours later, Simons' hiding place.
Tightening the power steering pump mounting bolts, the human double checked his work before filling the scarce coolant in the cooling system. After topping of the coolant, the human started the truck and double checked the system for leaks.
Hours later while driving down I-15 toward southern Utah. "Dam, who ever that BMW owner is, they're persistent." Simon said to himself seeing a familiar dark blue BMW 7 series chasing his truck. He checked his tanks for the quantity of fuel. "Crap, one tank is quarter full and the other is ¾ and I don't know what engine that car has in it." The human thinks and grins turning off the freeway going down a real rough road.
Lillian stops her car and watches the gray colored truck go down a steep road knowing if she drove down that hill, the bottom of the car would of gotten damaged. The vixen shrugs grabbing a piece of metal the size of a penny. She concentrates and the metal disc goes under the truck. "You can run, but you can't hide from me human. I already decided what to do with you." She says as she gets in her car and drives off.
A day later, I-15 north miles from Ogden.
He decided to head over to Montana, so Simon double checked his fuel quantity knowing that earlier in the day; he fueled at a gas station that he watched for a day making sure that there were no foxes running it. The dark blue BMW hasn't been seen since yesterday, so Simon was keeping an eye out for that car. "I wonder who is driving it. A wolf or one of those foxes or a feline." He thought to himself as he drove down the freeway.
A mile north from Simon.
"Dam, who stole my ride! I really liked that car! Crap, if I get a hold of the individual, I am...Oh no problem, I'll just catch him right now." Lillian said looking at a device showing a blip going down the freeway near her. "I wonder what it will be like driving that gray vehicle." The vixen muttered to herself getting on the freeway.
Simon saw a fox climb over the guard rail and walked toward his truck. "What is going on?" He asked himself as the fox did a gesture with its arms.
The engine raced and a strange feeling went thru him as the view from the windshield went from the freeway to the sky. His truck rotated so the front is pointing to the ground. Simon shut off the engine as the fox pulled off its hood revealing its gender. "How did she do that?" The human thought to himself as his truck is lowered till its just a few inches off the ground.
Lillian grinned to herself looking at the shock look on the human's face. "Well, I guess he doesn't know what to make of me." She said leveling the truck, but she made sure that the wheels weren't making contact with the freeway.
Simon did an involuntary shudder as the dark brown anthro vixen walked closer to his truck. The drivers' door popped open and he felt a force pulled him out of the truck. His body floated to the vixen standing at the front of the truck.
Brown catlike eyes with a light tan mixed in the coloring looked at him. An invisible band is keeping his limbs from moving. The human looked at the vixen with the petite build looking at him. "How can she do this?" Simon thought to himself looking at the vixen.
A strange feeling went to his scrotum, it felt like a hand massaging his testicles. He looked at the brown vixen with a medium tan front grinning at him. A strange feeling went thru him as he passed out.
Lillian looked at the unconscious human floating near her. The vixen used her talent and moved Simon to the passenger area of the truck. She climbed to the drivers' seat moving the seat forward and started the truck. "Got to get use to this fuel smell." Lillian said to herself wrinkling her muzzle from the fuel smell and the deep rumble coming from the engine compartment.
The vixen put the truck in gear driving it to an exit to make it go south instead of north. Unknown to Simon, the human is going to the smaller of the two planets near the planet Earth. Lillian decided this morning to go back to her home planet because she didn't like the hot climate of Utah, but she's taking a couple of souvenirs back to her home planet.
She strokes Simon's face looking at him. "My feline friend Chell is going to like you human. But she gets you after me." The vixen said with a grin.
The truck pulled to Salt Lake City airport a while later. Lillian went thru the security check point and drove to a heavy shuttle going to her home planet. "Taking a couple of souvenirs back to the home planet?" Inquired the red male fox looking at the unconscious human asleep at the passenger side of the truck.
"Yeah, he's a furry and begged me to go live with me. Such a shame that male foxes are few in numbers and the few don't like my pelt coloring." Lillian said to the guard.
"But it's the telekinesis that intimidates use males, not the pelt coloring." The male fox thought to himself letting the truck pass thru the gate.
The vixen grinned to herself pulling the truck into the large heavy lift shuttle parked near a Airbus 320 being studied by a couple of cheetahs. Lillian waved to the two felines as she parked the truck shutting it off. She looked at the sleeping human again. "Going to have fun with you." The vixen said to Simon and got out of the truck shutting the door.
End of Chapter 1
Sorry it took a while before I posted a new story. I helped a friend change an engine on his truck and did a job seventy miles from my home. Plus I helped someone fix their computer. The next chapter is going to be about Simon waking up at Lillians' homeworld and him being her guest and mate.
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End of an Era. Sorry humans, you're planet has just been sold. by shetland
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Daisy is on her way to meet a client in the hotel. Technically she's a maid, but she supplements her income by giving blowjobs to guests. Her housekeeping duties let her identify clients. She snoops around, looking for the magic recipe: only one set of (men's) clothing, porn, condoms. If she finds this recipe she leaves a little note saying there was a slight problem with the room and that they can contact her for a complimentary bottle of wine--she gets access to this by blowing the wine steward of the hotel restaurant once a week. When the guests contact her, she puts on an extra-skimpy maid's uniform and hand-delivers the wine, being sure to bend way over while placing it on the dresser. At 5 foot 4, shoulder length brown hair with brown highlights, athletic body with small but pert tits and a nice ass, her act always attracts attention. After giving the guy time to sup the wine and watch her flounce around, she asks "Is there anything else that I can do for you? Anything at all?" while batting her lashes. Most guys make a pass at her. She then leans in close and sexy, says "$50 bucks", waits for the confused nod, then drops to her knees and gets the guy's cock out and into her mouth as fast as possible--before he has a chance to realize he's about to pay for sex. She's very good at what she does.
She does it for the money, but she doesn't really need the money. Mostly she does it because she likes making money on her own, and she likes being a naughty girl. She enjoys the thrill of the hunt, of so turning on guys (even nice, married guys) that before they know it she's down in front of them, sucking their cocks for cash. She usually has three or four clients a week; a couple on the weekends, one or two during the weekdays.
This week has been slow, frustratingly slow. She sucked off the wine steward on Sunday, as usual, but has not had a client all week. Now it's Saturday and, due to a scheduling mixup, she hasn't had a chance to scout out new rooms. She has only one client, and she's on her way to his room now. At only one for the week she's way below her normal amount. She considers. Maybe there was a way to get this guy to pay more than $50. She blushes as she thinks of the obvious way: to let him fuck her. She'd never done that for money, it was too much. Typically she doesn't even let the guys touch her tits, or even see them without a bra on. Still, she bets she could make a lot of money if she let a guy fuck her. And it'd be *very naught*. Maybe she could do it. With no clients all week, she had to make a lot of money with this last guy *somehow*.
The guy is a little timid. He's a first time customer but after drinking a little wine and watching Daisy bending over straightening up he quickly agrees to the proposition of a fifty dollar blowjob. Daisy, turned on from her naughty thoughts, takes control by audaciously performing a strip show. She sits the guy down and proceeds to peel off her blouse top, then her maid's skirt, until she is dressed only in tight white bra, white thong panties, and black knee-high boots. The guy is flabbergasted. As she dances she looks around. He's got a nice coat, nice luggage… this guys is wellff. She can work with this. She takes control.
"Take out your cock-let me see it."
He does. It's surprisingly big.
"Don't cum until I tell you to." That command given, she straddles the guy and rubs her pussy against his cock. The guy goes nuts, trying to slip it past her panties. She reaches back and pops off her bra; lets it slide to the ground. She smiles in wonder. Before tonight, a guy was lucky to see her bare nipples. Now she is topless, straddling a guy with her tits in his face. She loves the power. She pops first one, then the other nipple into his mouth and orders him to suck. Lightning races down her spine and she rubs harder against his cock. The guy moans. She smiles crookedly, flushed with heat. She feels her panties soak, shifts them so that they ride up her pussy. She cruelly drags her exposed wet pussy lips up and down his cock, coating it with her juice. It feels good; she *wants* the cock in her. She leans in close.
"I'm not going to fuck you."
It's just too much, fucking for money. Even as she reaches the decision, she's surprised that she's a little disappointed--turning this guy on has made her incredibly horny.
She slides down and considers the cock inches before her face. It's slick with her juice. Knowing the guy is watching, she licks her lips. The guy moans and gives a startled twitch that causes the cock to slap against her cheek. Her eyes flash up, eyes narrow, and the guy looks terrified.
"I'm s-sorry."
She glares, the cock-shaped glistening patch on her cheek notwithstanding.
"P-please…" he begs.
Her eyes snap to the cock that slapped her, then back to the man. She rises up on her knees until her lips are level with the cock head. Pauses. Opens her lips. Pauses. Then, never taking her eyes off the guy, lowers her mouth and begins to suck. Still maintaining eye contact she continues sucking, deepthroats, reaches to the dresser and takes his 50 bucks, then slides her mouth off his cock and abruptly stops.
"I've sucked you. This money is mine."
"H-hey-" he begins. He is a new client.
She grabs his cock at the base and gives him a long lingering lick to silence him, like she was lapping a Popsicle.
"For another... 50 bucks, I'll fuck myself in front of you. And..." if he goes for it she's only up to $100 bucks for the week: not enough. What else can she offer? Her pussy throbs, making it hard to think straight. No, not that. It's too much.
She stalls for time by licking him again, pops his cock in her mouth and bobs up and down three times. His cock is swollen, his nuts heavy. It gives her an idea.
"And... for another 100 bucks, I'll let you jack yourself off onto me."
"Where?"
She slowly slips his cock into her mouth, slides all the way down, pauses, considers. She assumed the guy would do it onto her leg or something--she hadn't really thought about it. When she sucks cock for money she always makes the guy cum in her mouth, then she spits the cum into a washcloth. Guys have asked to cum on her tits or face, of course, but she doesn't let them. Except once, because she was really turned on. Like now. She slowly slides up, popping the cock out with an audible pop.
"Yes," she says, answering the unasked question. "--all over."
She lies back on the bed, one hand moving to her tits, the other stuffed between her legs. She shoves the panties aside and slides two fingers into her eager, swollen wet cunt. She figures she could have asked for more money, but she is so turned on that she wants this as much as he does.
"Well?"
It isn't a difficult decision.
She's surprised by how excited she gets, laying naked, rubbing her pussy right in front of a guy who is kneeling next to her jacking himself off and ready to cum "all over" her. She feels very naughty, very turned on, an exebitionist whore. Her lips swollen from cocksucking just moments before, she's now plunging fingers into her cunt, rubbing her clit, waiting for that splash of hot, hot…
She closes her eyes and howls in ecstasy as she cums, hard. Time slows, she feels the slow-motion splashes as the guy's hot cum spurts onto her stomach, then more slow motion impacts on her tits--she cums again--and then a pause, the bed shifts as the man moves, a pause, and she feels gooey hot gobs slowly spurt onto her... face. She comes a third time, time resuming its normal flow in a rush, fingers crammed into her pussy as the guy's sperm explodes onto her cheeks and lips. She finds herself opening wide and greedily gobbling his cock. Incredibly he cums again, hard--her cheeks bulge and cum leaks from the corners of her mouth. She sucks him until his cock stops spurting. The limp cock slips out of her lips, causing a small cum waterfall. The guy obviously enjoys that, so she swishes the cum in her mouth, then decides to give him a thrill. She sits up and smiles, letting the cum flow past her wet lips to dribble down her chin, hang in slowly lengthening drops from her jawline, and spatter onto her tits. She licks her lips and theatrically moans "Mmmmmm…" She loudly swallows the rest, astonished at the lust she feels, marveling at the wanton sensation as tiny rivers of cum tickle down her face and body. This is a big change from making guys cum in her mouth, then spitting into a washcloth. But she finds herself liking it, how naughty the cum makes her feel. The slutty feeling even somehow makes it taste good. She licks her lips again and sighs with satisfaction.
Daisy looks over at the guy, who is slumped against the headboard with an extremely satisfied look on his face. She wonders what she must look like: topless, panties shoved to one side, fingers glistening, tits hard, lips swollen, cum drizzled over her naked body like icing on a cake.
"For another 50 I'll let you watch me shower."
…
Pleased with herself, Daisy walks back toward her room. She's up $250 for the week, the same as blowing five guys. Not bad; how much could she make if she did to every client what she did to that last guy?
She's surprised that she's still horny. "What I really need," she thinks to herself, "is a hard cock." She has a dildo back in her room. Her pace quickens.
She passes a door with loud music coming from it. Besides housekeeping and freelance cocksucking, her other job is to make sure hotel workers aren't too loud. She bangs on the door.
"Hey! Quiet down in there!"
The door opens to a man, early twenties, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. Inside is only one other guy, sitting on the couch in front of the TV. He's got a video game controller in his hand and there's another on the couch beside him. Instead of a loud employee she found two hotel guest playing video games; the music was from the TV.
"Oh, sorry, are we too loud? I can turn down the volume…"
He stops as he notices the way Daisy looks at him. Hungry. Like a wolf.
Daisy says "Thanks." The guys are cute. Even though her last client made up for the slow week, she could always use more money. Even as she thinks it, she knows money isn't the real reason she finds herself saying "Hey, while I'm here why don't I tidy things up a bit?"
She sweeps past the guy into the room before he can say anything.
"I'm Daisy."
"I'm Greg" the door guy says.
"Tom" the couch guy says.
Daisy starts tidying up. She throws away empty cans of coke, picks up discarded bath towels, each time bending way over with her ass toward the astonished guys on the couch. Even wearing her standard maid's skirt, she knows they can see the white flash of her panties. She picks up the last towel and takes it into the bathroom. "I'll just hang these and straighten things up in here…" she says as she enters, then closes the door behind her.
"What am I doing?" she asks herself. "There are *two* guys out there. What am I going to do: blow both of them?" At the thought, she feels her pussy suddenly grow wet. She smiles, blushing. Sex is for two people--blowing two guys at once would be too much. She can't do *that*. "Then why?" she asks herself, "am I taking off my panties?" She peels them off and stuffs them into her pocket. Sighs. "Maybe I can get them to come in here, one at a time. I'll just wing it."
She opens the door. "All done!" She says cheerfully. She notices that she's interrupted the guys' whispered conversation on the couch, smiles because she knows they were whispering about her. She makes a show of giving a final sweep of the room, and spots a corner of a DVD under a shirt. She turns her back to the guys and says "What's this? A movie?", then bends over to pick it up. She knows that this time, they're not seeing white panties.
"Er…" one of the guys stammers, eyes locked on the bare glistening pussy revealed under the skirt.
She audaciously remains bent over, and reads the title aloud. "Girls Gone Wild". It's a softcore porn DVD. "Wow, I see commercials for this all the time, but haven't watched it. Is it good?"
"Um…" the other guy stammers, likewise fixated.
She finally stands, walks over to the game machine, pops the lid and swaps the game disc for the porno. "Mind if I watch it with you?"
Greg and Tom look at each other, then instantly shift apart to make room on the couch. She squeezes between them; the couch is really only made for two. Both guys are attractive, and she wonders what's going to happen.
The porno is full of normal everyday girls flashing their tits at complete strangers. They make out with each other and let guys grab their boobs in exchange for cheap "Girls Gone Wild" t-shirts. Daisy smiles smugly to herself. If those girls would just take one more small step, they'd be the ones making money, not the video producers.
She glances at her companions. The guys clearly can't believe they're watching porn with a hot girl in a maid's uniform. A hot girl in a maid's uniform who isn't wearing panties. No, a hot girl in a maid's uniform who *was* wearing panties but clearly took them off for their benefit. Daisy eyes the bulges in the guys' pants. She notices that while both guys give her room on the couch, they also keep their legs pressed against hers, and one of Greg's hands keeps inching toward her knee.
Daisy blushes, feeling turned on again. She realizes what she's going to do, and blushes again. This is a turning point for her. But will she go all the way? She decides to wing it.
"Wow," she says, "this video is awesome. That girl has really nice boobs." Onscreen, a busty college girl squeals as an upturned bucket of ice-cold water turns her shirt transparent.
The guys look at her.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah."
"Hey, are you guys hot? Is it hot in here? It's hot. I'm just going to open my shirt--do you guys mind?"
They're speechless. She takes that to mean that no, they don't mind, and slowly unbuttons her blouse. She flaps the blouse open, cooling her skin and letting the guys catch glimpses of her nipples straining through her white bra. She leaves the blouse wide open. "Ah, that's better." She pauses.
Both guys make moves at the same time. Both go for her tits, grabbing the one closest, while leaning in for a kiss. She meets the guy on her left, Tom, with her lips and kisses him deeply, feels a full-body tingling as the guys yank down her bra and expose her tits. She feels Greg's mouth close on her right nipple and he begins to suck. She grabs his head, holding him there, while her other hand fumbles at Tom's pants zipper. She can't get it; Tom drops her tit and frantically pulls at the mechanism. He breaks the kiss to get a better look at what he's doing. On the TV, a girl at a bar lifts up her shirt to thunderous applause.
Daisy's head is spinning. Her pussy is soaking but she tells herself that she has to stay in control.
"Guys… guys!" she gasps as Greg flicks his tongue over her nipple, and pulls his cock from his jeans. Tom finally yanks his own jeans down to his ankles, then takes Daisy's hand and puts it on his cock. She reflexively starts tugging at it. She wants it in her, she wants it bad. Her pussy throbs. She struggles for control as Greg gives her nipple a little bite.
"Guys! Wait, wait…" the guys stop, surprised, then embarrassed to be naked and hard in each other's presence. "Guys… I'll blow you, each of you, for… $100 each." She's panting.
The guys are astonished, surprised at this mercenary turn of events. "What?"
"I'll suck you off, I'll suck you until you cum I swear I will, but it'll cost you $100. Each." She knows that's not as good a deal for her as the last guy, but she's too flustered to think of math right now and it's better than her usual rate. Her hand continues to tug at Tom, and she moves her other hand onto Greg's cock. They sit like that for a second, Daisy with her shirt open and tits hanging out, nipples swollen, while she tugs on the cocks of the two guys on either side of her. She sees that they're a little embarrassed, and she's never seen, let alone handled, two bare cocks at the same time either. She amends "One at a time, of course--while the other waits in the bathroom."
"Uh…" says Tom.
"Er…" says Greg. Look, I, uh, I've never done this before… you know, paid for it…"
Daisy looks at Gred, then slowly slips off the couch onto her knees. She keeps her eyes locked with his as she slowly shifts before him, spreads his legs, and moves between them. She leans up and forward, using her palms to smush her tits on either side of his cock, then slides down until her nose touches the middle of his dick. She flicks her tongue out against his balls, sending a shiver through his entire body. She slowly lifts up, dragging her tongue along the shaft, until her lips are pressed against the tip.
"Do you want me to stop?" she whispers. She doesn’t want to stop.
"No!"
Pleased, she daintily kisses the head of his cock. "One hundred dollars."
"Okay! Okay! Just suck my dick!"
She looks up at Tom and taps Greg's cock against her cheek impatiently. "How about you? Want your dick sucked?" She's feeling naughty. She's regrets that she said 'while the other guy waits in the bathroom part', because the idea of having someone watch while she sucked off a guy… her pussy throbs.
"Well?" she asks again, "Want your dick sucked?" Feeling audacious, she pops Greg's cock into her mouth. Never taking her eyes off Tom, she quickly slides up and down, causing the cock head to audaciously stretch her cheek with each thrust. Greg gasps. She slips him out and says "Like that?" She notes that Tom unconsciously began stroking his dick while he watched her perform on Greg.
"Oh god, yes! I mean no. I mean… no, I can't. I've got a girlfriend." Daisy looks at him. That didn't stop him earlier.
"You can watch me," she says, "you can watch me blow your friend. You can watch as I fuck him with my mouth… if you pay me $50."
Tom and Greg exchange awkward glances. They discuss the strange situation, debate the pros and cons, and come to a mutually satisfying decision in the way that only guys can:
"Cool?"
"Cool."
Tom and Greg both look at Tom's hard dick. Daisy somehow knows that it'd be weird for Tom to jack off into a napkin in front of Greg. Also, she could make more money. "And… for another $50, you can jack off onto me."
"Where?"
Daisy smiles, remembering her escapade less than an hour ago. "All over."
"Deal!" Judging by the way Greg's cock twitches in her hand, that seemed to settle any weirdness.
Greg looks down. "Oh man, now fucking blow me! I'm dieing!"
She lowers her mouth and eagerly begins to suck. She is turned on, very turned on, feeling like a naughty whore as she blows one guy while another jacks off to the spectacle. She feels like a porno star for a private audience of one. Her nipples are rock hard. She takes Greg's hands and shoves them onto her tits. He plays with them while she sucks; she deep throats him to the balls. He moans, low, and she pulls off and gasps for air.
"Oh man, oh wow, you're good." Greg pants, "I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. How much to fuck you?"
Daisy blushes. She can see and hear Tom's hand moving up and down on the couch seat beside Greg. Without knowing why, she says "Tom, it distracts me to have you sit there like that. Take a chair and sit behind me." He does. Now she understands; she's keenly aware of how her bare pussy is now pointing straight at him, under her skirt.
"How much to fucking fuck you?!" Greg asks again. She looks up at him as she licks his cock coyly.
"I don't do *that*, I only do blowjobs." As she says it, she wonders if the guys can hear how uncertain that statement feels. Or if they can tell how horny she is. "Well," she thinks as she flips her skirt up onto her back, "Tom sure can see how horny I am, now. He's got a perfect view of my swollen pussy."
She grins at the naughty visual and starts sucking off Greg again, who is no fool and knows not to mess with a good thing. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Daisy is a cocksucking expert, and can control when she'll let a guy shoot his wad. Sometimes she makes a guy come quick, usually she takes her time. Right now she's taking her time. She uses her hands, cupping his nuts and sliding along his shaft. As she bobs up and down she lets her whole body get into the rhythm, swaying her pussy back and forth for Tom's benefit. Every once in a while she turns her head to the side, so she can catch a glimpse over her shoulder of Tom jacking off behind her. Her eyes lock with the guy, and her pussy throbs. She finds herself wishing she had her dildo.
She turns her attention back to Greg, slurping up and down noisily--again for Tom's benefit. She sways and lets herself get into it, and suddenly realizes that her motion has caused her skirt to slip back down, covering her ass and pussy. As she reaches back to hike it back up she feels Tom's hand lifting the skirt--but taking his time. His fingers touch her inner thigh, trailing his fingers up, until they brush the wet hairs of her pussy. As if in a dream Daisy finds her hand close on Tom's. She hesitates, then stuffs his hand over her hot pussy mound. She feels Tom drop to his knees behind her and he slips two fingers into her dripping cunt.
"Mmmmm!" She moans around the cock in her mouth, causing Greg to moan back. She takes the cock out of her mouth long enough to gasp "Twenty bucks, Tom!", then eagerly starts sucking again while thrusting her pussy onto Tom's fingers.
"…what?" Greg asks, in a daze.
"I'm in for another 20" Tom breathes. The aroma of Daisy's sex fills the air as Tom's slick fingers work inside her. It feels so good.
"Are you fucking *fucking* her, man?!" Greg blurts, looking up.
"No…" Tom says. Daisy thrusts against him as she sucks, flush with heat. "Not yet."
At that, Daisy cums, hard, pussy contracting against Tom's fingers. She pops the cock out of her mouth and pants, pumping it furiously with her hand. She gradually slows, moaning, her breath coming in gasps, until she rests her head in Greg's lap. She can feel her pussy dripping, still hot. She can hear Tom's hand up and down on his cock. She can feel Greg's cock throb in her hand. She licks it, looks up at Greg.
She slowly stands up, unwraps her skirt, and lets it fall to the ground. She turns slowly, undoes her bra, and lets that drop. Facing Tom, she steps outside of Greg's knees and pushes them together, she then slowly, very slowly, sits down in Greg's lap. He holds his cock steady. She pauses just as her pussy lips hit his dick, bent over, looking in Tom's eyes.
"Two hundred dollars, each."
"Deal!" Greg says instantly, thrusting up and into her. It's like plunging into warm honey, and Daisy shudders with pleasure. But she stays where she is, so Greg pops out after his thrust.
"Each." She repeats, still bent over, still looking at Tom.
He stands up, walks forward, puts his hand on the back of her head, and slowly slides his cock into her eager mouth.
"MMMmmmmmm…." She moans, dropping onto Greg's cock as she begins sucking Tom. She writhes on the cock, feeling like a total whore because she also has a cock in her mouth. She enthusiastically blows Tom, thrusting in and out as she bounces up and down on, then grinds on Greg's cock. Greg grabs her by the hips and pulls her down onto him, holding her steady as he revolves his cock inside. He slides his hand up and pulls her arms back, arching her back and making her tits shove out toward Tom's waiting hands. Tom kneads Daisy's boobs, then puts one hand on the back of Daisy's head. "Keep her still, man…" he breathes, then moves his hips back and forth, slowly building up speed until he is truly fucking her mouth. All three hear the slap of Tom's balls against Daisy's chin.
Tom says "Okay Greg, let me see what I've been missing" and pops out of her mouth. Greg lifts Daisy up by her ass, she sways unsteadily, lets Tom turn her around before she drops to her knees. Greg holds his slick cock steady; she bends over and sucks it into her mouth in one motion, lifting her pussy to Tom behind her.
"Oh man, she's sucking me off just after I fucked her!" Greg exclaims.
"Mmmm…" Daisy moans, then slips the pussy-flavored cock out long enough to say "I like it!"
Daisy's head bobs up and down, but Tom isn't in her yet. He must be having second thoughts. Daisy reaches back until she grasps his cock. She pulls it toward her, centers it, then pushes back with her ass until her pussy engulfs his cock in a wet sheath. Tom pauses, leaving it there while Daisy grinds her pussy in a circle. She then starts thrusting back and forth, fucking him. Soon Tom puts his hands on her hips, fucking her back with long solid strokes. His hands move up and cup her swaying tits, letting the nipples slip between his fingers. Daisy is fucked back and forth like a tugf-war, each stroke of Tom pushing her mouth onto Greg's cock, each thrust of Greg pushing her pussy back over Tom. The guys sense the rhythm and synch up; as she fucks them with her pussy and mouth she can hear them clap hands and whoop above her.
Daisy arches her back, changing the angle that Tom's cock enters her. Explosions of heat flash through her each time his cock rubs against her clit. She pops off Greg's cock, tosses her hair like a wild beast, and then descends to engulf it again. Tom redoubles his pace, really fucking her hard, his balls slapping her cunt with a wet smack at each stroke. He spanks her hard and she flushes, squirms her pussy against him, so he spanks her again.
"This bitch likes it! Do that again!" Greg gasps. Tom smacks her ass every other stroke, changing sides every once in a while, until her ass is cherry red. Her mouth tires so she pulls off and lays her head in Greg's lap, pumping his cock with her fist and licking the balls while she gets rocked back and forth by Tom. Greg is mesmerized by Tom's performance. "Damn, man, fuck her--*fuck* her! Yeah!"
Tom pulls on Daisy's hips, pulls her off Greg's lap and onto her back on the carpet. She spreads her legs and he jumps between them, throwing them up on his shoulders. She grabs his cock and shoves it into her cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she yells. Tom thrusts, long, fast in and slow out, rocking her back and forth. Greg says "Oh man, oh man!" and kneels down beside Daisy's head. She feels his cock against her cheek and turns her head, slips it into her mouth while still looking at Tom. She slides one hand up to tweak her jiggling tits while the other holds Greg's cock in her mouth steady against Tom's fucking. Her tits sway in tight figure-eights with each stroke. Greg grabs her tits so she lets that hand fall to her pussy, rubbing her clit hard.
She moans, her eyes close, she starts to pant around the cock in her mouth. "Oh man, she's coming again! Oh man!" Greg gasps. She feels his cock suddenly grow large in her hand, grow still, twitch and her mouth is instantly full of cum. She yanks out the cock and Greg jerks it, spraying cum onto her face. She squeals as she orgasms, Greg's cum spilling out of her mouth, pussy spasming, her body rocking back and forth and face getting splashed with warm cum as she's fucked. She feels the gooey streams explode onto her, giggles wildly as one large dollop splashes onto her left eyelid, sealing it shut. Her other eye flutters open when Tom yells, pulls out, and slides over her hips onto her chest, wild-eyed. She grabs his cock with both hands and jerks it, releasing a thick rope of cum onto her tits. Consumed with a sudden thirst, she leans up and tugs him forward toward her mouth, spraying her face before closing her lips around the spurting cock. She seals her lips. Tom thrusts and she feel her cheeks bulge again--it's too much too fast--she gulps Greg's and Tom's cum down her throat as fast as she can but there's still too much. Her lips loosen with a sudden release of pressure that sends huge drops cascading onto her chin and her chest. She leans back, Tom's cock popping out. A gooey strand of cum obscenely hangs from the tip of Tom's dick to her lips. She whorishly sucks it in like spaghetti, ending with a French kiss on the deflating dick.
The guys kneel on either side, taking turns dipping their drooping dicks into her slick mouth so she can repeat the spaghetti spectacle. She then sucks out the last drops of cum, and runs her fingers up her body to her cum-splattered tits and face. Judging by the way the cocks twitch in her mouth the guys seem to like that, so she scoops up the cum in her fingers, smiles a one-eyed smile and says "Another ten bucks and I'll lick my fingers clean…"
"Deal!"
"Deal!"
…
Daisy lies on her back, her fingers clean, her mouth slick with swallowed cum, her body still glistening. The two guys are collapsed beside her. None are at all uncomfortable with their nakedness. The guys lazily caress Daisy's slick body and tits while she strokes and pets their spent cocks.
"Wow." Greg says. "That was incredible. You're a fucking mess."
Daisy giggles. She stretches, feeling the drying cum stretch on her bare skin. "I… liked it." She licks her lips and giggles again.
Tom looks thoughtful. Daisy asks "What's up, Tom?"
Tom looks at her, eyes glittering.
"How would you like to make more than 10 times what you just earned?"
"How do I do that?"
"What you do best: fuck and suck Greg, me, and our 8 friends, next week."
"That would take a long time, even… doubled up." She giggles. Is he serious?
"No, you'd take us all at once."
A shiver runs through her even as she feels the cocks in her hands twitch. She sucks cock to supplement her income, and she just fucked two guys at the same time for a thrill, but what he suggests is very naughty. She considers, pursing cum-slick lips.
"How much?" she asks.
"300."
"Each?"
He smiles. "Yes. We'll be fucking you all at once. Well not exactly all at once--we'll take turns--but think about it: you can blow two or three guys while another fucks your pussy, and..." he pauses, considers, then continues "and, er, two more play with your tits."
Daisy gasps at the image. Tom continues.
"You'd be surprised how many men one girl can take at once. Trust me, I've seen it in porno. Since it's a little extreme, I think you deserve a little more money."
She considers. Until tonight she's limited herself to blowjobs, sucking off lonely travelers for 50 bucks a pop. She liked the money and also liked being a "bad girl". But a fucking gangbang? Before tonight, she rarely showed her tits to a customer. Before tonight she'd never fucked for money. She smiles. Before tonight, she never had two spent dicks in her hand, their cum covering her tits, mouth, and face.
She can hardly believe she is considering fucking ten guys at once. She can hardly believe she'd earn $3,000 in a single night if she agreed. She can hardly believe how turned on she is getting, thinking of almost a dozen men taking turns fucking her. Or, as the guy said, almost a dozen men somehow fucking her at the same time. She licks her lips again.
"Okay, I'll do it."
…
Walking down the hall from her impromptu appointment, she smiles. She is really looking forward to next week.
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This chapter was finally finished at the urging of several readers. Chapter 58 leads into this Chapter. Reading or re-reading 58 will enhance reading this tale.
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but...
By clicking on a blue WmSexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
Many of these chapters could go into several different Literotica story categories. Many chapters could go into either First Time, Erotic Couplings, Lesbian, OR Incest, for example.
Specific example: in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. Yet the sex comes about in reaction to female induced arousal. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a straight, bi, or gay reader could relate to and enjoy that chapter.
Thank you. WS*
*Chapter 60 - Mom Opens Up For Larry*
We needed food. The sex was outstanding, but unless we rested and ate a bit, we'd soon be too pooped to pop. Food prepared and served by a topless waitress is the greatest! During lunch I made Mom laugh a continually. Feeling so good about everything, being so relaxed, brought out my sense of humor, as well as Mom's.
When I grabbed her teats a couple times while pretending to reach for something else, she squealed like a school girl. Any dropped food was an excuse for us to giggle. Sight gags involving our bodies were also the order of the day. A few times we even fed each other. Pure and simple, we had fun.
By the time we finished dining I had a boner. While Mom washed dishes, I was supposed to dry. I did, but I made this routine chore a little more fun. Without too much effort, I got Mom to bend over the sink enough for me to worm my penis into her from behind. While it was awkward as hell for both of us, if we took our time, we still managed to wash, dry and screw without breaking anything but a mild sweat.
The sex felt fantastic, but it was also funny, not to mention hard to perform. Neither of us came, but we both needed to by the time we finished the dishes.
As soon as I could, I led Mom up to my room where I asked her to lie on her tummy with her legs pressed together. Like a slithering snake, I slid up her back until I was covering her body with mine. Following a series of gentle penile probings into the unseen warm moistness between her legs, I mounted my mother, keeping my legs on the outside of hers.
Just laying there for a time, I savored the warmth of her skin against mine. Whispering into her ear, I asked Mom to help me get my hands under her breasts; I wanted to fondle them while feeling her thick nipples poke into my palms.
Uummmm, how good it felt knowing my penis was plugged into her body through the tiny gap at the top of her pressed together thighs defies description. Mom's buns began to roll as she signaled her need to feel my cock moving within her. Certainly I was more than ready myself for the exquisite sensations of intercourse.
Unable to wait a moment longer, my hips began the rise and fall of coital bliss. Withdrawing my erection until only the glans was barely touching her, I'd slowly allow my cock to sink back into her steamy depths. Slowly, but steadily, I humped Mom for as long as I could hold out before it felt so wonderful that I had to come.
Mom was great, she made her ass push up into my groin perfectly. The obvious joy her body exuded left me feeling so glad she was enjoying making love with me; I was counting on a whole lot more sex with this incredible women who just happened to be my mother.
When I had fully drained the very last of my ejaculate into her still grasping pussy, I rolled off of her back. We cuddled, fondled or kissed for quite a while.
When I asked her if she felt like being eaten again, her enthusiastic "YES!" prompted a short discussion about her preferences. Seems Mom really, really, enjoyed being eaten. As it dawned upon me how little about her I actually knew, I decided to satisfy my curiosity about a few more things.
Under what other circumstances could I have learned that she'd never shaved her pussy for fun. She'd been shaved twice for my and Carly's deliveries, but since Dad never wanted to eat her, she'd never thought much about her bush. Sporting a lecherous grin, I told her how much fun it was eating Carly after she'd shaved her young pussy.
Since it would allow me to use my tongue all the better, and in more places, Mom decided "What the hell." Before I knew what was happening, she was up and running with me in tow.
Into the bathroom we went. Within minutes she was sitting on the edge of the tub, ready to clear-cut the forest. To make her sexual adventure all the more fun, she had me trim her bush, then lather and shave her. It was so cool! You can't believe how careful I was, but having the whole thing take a long time was no problem at all to me! When she was finally clean as a whistle, I used a warm wash cloth to remove any traces of soap. At last I was able to give her a big slurp or two, but it was very awkward in the tub.
Like a flash we were back on my bed in a passionate 69; I ate her bald pussy like she was my last meal. As my tongue burrowed throughout her slit, Mom was coming left and right. My tongue spent considerable time probing into her hole, plus I was now able to seriously lick and suck her vaginal lips.
I found her pussy to be amazingly beautiful, I couldn't resist her. Wow, I loved it that her clit was easy to suck on when she got excited; it puffed out when it became engorged until I could suck it like it was a little cock. Boy did she come hard when I did that for her.
Certainly Mom seemed to love having my cock in her mouth. She didn't just suck me, she made love to my penis. Her tongue was constantly busy; she'd lave the shaft then caress every part of the glans with the tip or flat part of her tongue. She was especially adept at working the underside of my glans.
Nearly passing out from ecstasy overload, I learned that she definitely was able to take me down her throat. Sometimes Mom liked for me to come so I'd splash onto her tongue; sometimes down her throat like it was a vagina. Anything and everything she did made my penis feel like it was well loved and well cared for.
Another thing we both adored about 69'ing; we loved having a handful of each other buns. Mom's ass was so soft, but I adored feeling her strong muscles contracting when we made each other come. The way her hands kneaded my buns, the way her fingers dug into my flesh, never failed to add to my excitement and pleasure.
My next orgasm just plain happened. I knew I no longer had to warn her, in fact her mouth knew when I was about to send it a gift. God, it was sheer bliss the way she'd suck every drop out of me.
When we finally took a break I resumed my questioning. Eventually, I got her to tell me about her experience with oral sex. Apparently she had blown my Dad a few times before they'd ever had intercourse, but mine was only the second penis she'd ever sucked. Mom had been an only child. Like me she'd had few playmates growing up, plus it sounded like her folks had been even more sexually severe. Apologizing in advance because I really didn't want to embarrass her, I explained that I was curious if she'd ever thought about fooling around with a girl since she seemed to enjoy being eaten so much.
To my great surprise, after a lengthy pause, Mom at long last confessed that her first sexual experience had with a cousin name Sue who lived in New Jersey. Being so far away she had rarely seen Sue while growing up, but once in a while her folks sent Sue for a visit to the country. They had always gotten along like best friends, but my mother had been especially thankful for the albeit brief companionship. When Sue and Mom were both 18, they were just starting to fully blossom; at that point it had been three years since they'd last spent time together.
Mom recalled they'd been playing in her room while still in their Sunday School dresses as they waited for Sunday dinner. They'd been teasing each other about God knows what, when a tickle fight had broken out. Both being fairly ticklish, they were soon laughing like maniacs as each girl managed to break though the other's defenses, thus reaching their main objective: the sensitive rib areas.
As their bodies continually rubbed together, Mom recounted her surprise when she had fleetingly felt Sue's breasts several times as they vied for position. Managing to grab one of Mom's wrists, Sue shoved it between hers legs to trap that arm while she used her now two free hands to Mom's one to trap Mom's remaining free hand. Now having an edge, Sue began tickling Mom mercilessly.
As Mom struggled to free herself, her arm worked upward until the wrist began to slid out, but her hand became lodged in the gap at the top of Sue's thighs. Still struggling, Mom's hand got pressed against Sue's panties. Since Mom's hand had been trying to tickle any part of Sue she could reach, she was feeling up Sue without meaning to. She recalled the changing expressions on Sue's face as Mom's fingers worked their magic on Sue's panty covered pussy.
Only after Sue had stopped tickling her for a time did it finally sink in just where her hand was, and just what it was doing to Sue. Instantly Mom stopped moving her fingers.
A funny expression came over Sue's face, Mom recalled. For what seemed like a lifetime, Sue stared into Mom's eyes. Slowly Sue's free hand slid down Mom's tummy until it was below her hemline. She felt Sue's palm press against her thigh, then tentatively travel upwards until her palm cupped Mom's pussy. Silently, Sue began feeling up Mom the way Mom had inadvertently done to her.
"It felt better than anything I'd ever known, anything I'd ever imagined. I closed my eyes, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over me. As it dawned upon me how good I must have been making Sue feel, I started to return the favor by intentionally massaging her warm pussy once again."
"Sue was the first to say she'd wanted to see my...see me down there. She released my hand, yet widened her legs. So I kept feeling her up as she lowered my panties to near my knees. Eagerly I opened my legs, I wanted her to touch me again, as soon as possible. It seemed like an eternity before I felt her fingers gliding through my sparse fur, I recall moaning when I felt her fingers discover my naked pussy.
When Sue resumed the circular massaging motion, I fought not to faint. Since Sue was making me feel so utterly awesome, I simply had to do as much for her. Also, I wanted very much at that point to see between her legs. We didn't have girls sports back then, there were no girl's shower rooms; I'd never seen another girl naked."
"Sue lifted herself so I could lower her panties. Switching my position so my head was very close to her pussy, I slid her panties all the way off. Opening her legs freely, Sue invited my close examination."
"After staring a while, I used both my hands to play with her or open her up so I could study her hidden beauty. Following my lead, Sue removed my panties, then laid her head on my thigh so she could see everything as she did sexy things to my pussy. Lord, I don't know how long we kept at it before I heard Sue say...I'm going to do something I did to a boy a couple times, he really, really liked it, so I'm betting you will to."
"I hadn't a clue what she was talking about, but a moment later when her mouth began sucking my pussy I sure knew. Before I'd even begun to recover from the pleasant shock of being sucked, her tongue started worming around between my lips. Sue soon located my clit. Bang, I was having my first orgasm from real sex."
"Oh God baby, it was awesome. My body shook like a leaf. I knew I had to immediately eat Sue. Guess I was a little unsure just how to start, but I made up for ignorance with enthusiasm. Instantly I was relieved to learn she tasted wonderful to me. I loved her scent, I loved her pussy. Sue got eaten like she deserved to be for having gotten me off so wonderfully."
"Sue was just about there when my mother shouted from downstairs that dinner was on the table."
"Coming!" "Sue shouted at the top of her lungs, and boy was she ever. She buried her face between my legs again. We both got off again a moment later because we were each so excited by seeing someone else have an orgasm."
"We weren't ready to stop, but we had to lest my folks come to check up on us. Understand, I was never allowed to lock my door."
"Basking in my orgasmic afterglow, I confided to Sue I'd never had a date. Shyly I asked if she would mind being my date that night. I wanted to be kissed, I wanted to feel someone's hand fondle my breasts, and I especially wanted to have my pussy eaten a lot more. Sue never said yes or no, instead she pulled me to her and gave me a French kiss that left my head spinning."
"I've never kissed a girl before, not bad!" she said. Sue had to pull me to my feet, I was too weak to stand. At last, off to dinner we went."
"Mom, did you and Sue have your date?"
"Thank God, yes. I still get shivers when I remember it. I probably shouldn't be this honest with you about it, but I've had to masturbate most of my life when I needed some relief. More often than not, my first 'date' with Sue especially is what I used to think about to push myself over the edge."
Obviously Mom had grown terribly excited by recalling her times with her cousin; she spun around into a 69 position, then engulfed my bouncing erection. As I observed her eager beaver from inches away, the twitching and spasms of her vaginal muscles proclaimed her arousal, clearly her pussy was begging for penetration. My penis was tortured by the need to decide whether come in the perfect feel of Mom's silky mouth, or the perfect sight of her ever widening pussy.
As I drifted deeper into the dreamy world of sexual bliss, my lust driven mind began picturing Carly and Mom eating each other while I screwed them both. "How would I decide which one to nail first?" was my last thought before losing myself in making love to Mom.
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(Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Toonces)
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"Hey sweet cheeks," the tiger said, walking at least ten steps in front of the lithe and luscious Fennec he'd met - though he'd use the term "picked up" - at a bar only a few hours beforehand. "Which of these apartments is yours?" He stood swaying lightly at the door, a smile like victory on his face. He knew he was in. Now he was just getting impatient.
"Hold on," Amelia said as she fished through her purse for her key, "it's just one door down. Be patient. And quiet down a little!" She was deathly afraid her neighbors might wake up to see a strange man being let into her apartment. She blushed as she turned the key and opened the door, wary of her neighbors waking up to see her letting a stranger into her home, who probably smelled of booze from a hundred yards away. She had twinges of regret bringing the man home, but he had been captivating enough at the bar, showing off his muscles with a confidence that never quite pushed cockiness, telling her a few jokes that might have been too dirty, drinking buckets of beer as a demonstration of his inherent male virility or something. He wasn't quite prince charming, she wasn't quite desperate, but both were close enough that he scored a trip home with her. The way she saw it, if she was set on getting laid tonight, the tiger might have been as well as she was going to do anyway.
"Where's the bathroom, honey pot?" He asked with a smile displaying the kind of condescension you can only get away with after a few years of marriage. Amelia swallowed her pride, hoped this new and sudden confidence was just the last drink in the cab home talking, and pointed him away. He left her with a smack on the ass. She turned to shoot a look of contempt at him, but his back was turned, his broad shoulders to her which in their own special way placated her. She didn't like being treated badly, but guys... it's just what some guys do. Maybe he thought he was being silly.
She stepped into the bedroom and stripped off her top that smelled of smoke and slipped into a tight little number she liked to call The Drool Collector. It was a negligee, a pearl colored little thing made of silk that displayed all her best features in a way that kept them hidden still, kept you waiting like for a teaser after the credits of a movie. It wasn't tight, yet it seemed to follow her slender body exactly, the kind of elegance of fashion you get for maxing out your credit card. In it, she felt sexy, she felt alive, she felt beautiful and radiant and desirable. She followed her own body with her hands over her hips, curvy like a mountain road. A little bit of it might have been the alcohol, but oh damn, she felt wonderful.
"You gonna take that thing off?" The tiger asked, surprising her a little as he leaned against the door frame. "No reason to hide that sexy little body of yours," he added with a clumsy wink. She sighed.
"I think it looks good on me, don't you?" she asked, hopeful.
"Fine, ok, wear it. You'll be taking it off eventually, I'm sure." the tiger drawled. He sincerely thought he was being suave, she could tell. Her confidence suddenly wavered, and she felt a twinge of regret. Men changed the moment they got in the cab to drive home. His kisses seemed so less passionate with each mile closer they got, his hands so much more welcome to wandering. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She felt herself a strong woman, and a man veering off course didn't mean she couldn't bring him back with a little passionate reminder of what women want. He sat down in bed, leaning backwards on his elbows, the collar of his shirt half undone. She climbed up with him, close her eyes, and pressed her lips to... his hand?
"Woah," he said, "what are you doing?"
"I was... trying to kiss you..." she said, bewildered.
"We, um... didn't we do that on the way home?" He said. He was oblivious. "I think we did. I might have forgotten!" He laughed easily, like it was supposed to be charming.
"We did," Amelia said through her teeth.
"Oh, well then, now aren't we at the part where you blow me?"
Amelia looked in his eyes with a hateful stare the tiger must have drunkenly mistaken for catty exuberance. "Maybe," she said, trying her luck, "we're at the part where you eat me out. Did you ever think of that?"
"I don't do that," the tiger said flatly, with a tone of decidedness like it was civil disobedience, a just cause. "I just don't." He looked annoyed now, too. "I never have, I never will. That's just... that's just not something I do. If you don't like it you're welcome to pass me up," he said, already laying in her bed with his pants unzipped. She wanted to spit in his eye, but she counted backwards from ten. He's got a bit of an attitude problem, but more importantly than that, he's got a dick, and the tease of the cab drive home had only made her more intent to scratch that itch that she could live with tomorrow's regret.
She pulled down his pants. She was almost disappointed to see that the tiger at least had a dick to back up his cockiness. He was packing the kind of meat that gives you the right to not feel guilty buying a sports car. The kind that, to her own guilt, almost made her forgive his attitude. It hung over her, half-hard and bowed toward her nose, escaping from his pants like a jack-in-the-box. He had the kind of dick you wish nice guys had. With a sigh of something almost like defeat, she gave the head a lick. She could be sensual here, at least, with kisses at the base of the rod by the meaty balls, and long slow licks under the whole length, pressing her lips against it softly, using her tongue like it was something more than a slick wet muscle. She heard the ooohs and low moaning sighs that seemed to approach sensuality.
Her confidence came back in slow waves as she began to wrap her lips around the tip, gently flicking the tip of the tongue against the bottom of his head. He kept his low, almost hushed moans, not saying a word as she delicately worked his meat over, loving herself every lusty lick she played barely across his skin. She felt she may have won him over, gotten him to relax, gotten him to appreciate her sensuality. Until she felt a paw on her big ear push her down the shaft, her eyes opening wide with surprise as the shaft pressed into the back of her throat.
"What was that?!" she demanded, wiping her mouth. "You almost choked me!"
"Haha, am I really that big?" he said with self-satisfaction.
"That was incredibly rude! You can't just try to shave my head into your crotch!"
"Well baby, you just need to learn to suck a cock like how a man wants it."
The end.
It took the the promise of a massage - which would relax her and get her better in the mood to do exactly what he wanted - to get the tiger on his stomach. With the cunning that comes only from adrenaline, she snapped the cuffs over his wrists without him hardly noticing. Those cuffs themselves were quickly secured to the headboard before the tiger knew what hit him. It was all over before the tiger could say "What?" He could only look behind him and watch with a look of startled curiosity as Amelia disappeared into the closet. She emerged a moment later having swapped her negligee for a black corset and, a sight that must have sobered the tiger up rather quickly, a punishingly big strap on that hung between her legs like a mallet. Had the tiger been able to break his staring match with the daunting toy that put his own unit to shame, he would have seen a look of defiance on the fennec's face.
She jumped into bed and took a spot behind him, lifting him up onto his knees, immediately pressing the shiny black dildo against his hole, having to lift his tail to make the threat. Now she grinned from ear to ear, her heart beating with a sense of power she'd never felt before, a sense like finally she decided what was happening, to who, in what spots.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a tone that begged not to be answered, not a drop of authority left in his voice.
"Teaching you a lesson," she said curtly, holding her hands against the tiger's hips. She placed the toy against his hole, and awed in herself for a moment as she felt the tiger writhe beneath her.
"Oh God!" he said, "Please don't! I'm not gay, I'm not meant for this!" he pleaded.
"You're not gay and I'm not a tramp, but one of us already got treated as such, now it's the other's turn."
The tiger fought against his cuffs, turned his hips, tried to wrap his tail around the toy, any single move he could think of to try and shake the toy threatening his virgin hole. "Please don't, really, Please please please please..."
"And how about I pull your hair while I fuck you?"
He whined.
"And how about I see if just a spit lube's enough?"
He whined louder.
"And how about, while I'm spreading you open, I think of the best possible way to tell my friends later I fucked a nice big burly tiger right in the ass?"
He whined louder, and begged. He didn't say sorry, he didn't make amends, he simply said "Please please please."
She repositioned herself, got in front of the tiger, had a chance to look him in the eyes. "Bitch, if you don't want this to go in dry, you better lube it up real good!" He bowed his head, stared at his punishment, and did so. He gagged on the length, coughing as he tried to ease the beast back into his mouth. Amelia put her hands on his eyes and helped through the gags, thrust her hips slightly just to give him those unexpected coughing fits. His cheeks burnt so hot they could have melted the rubber, and though his muzzle was stuffed you could hear his high pitched whine as he sucked at his shame.
Pulling it from his lips, he almost fought for a little more, wary of the need for lube, but she was back behind him before he could sneak another lick, lifting his orange tail and pressing the slick toy against his hole. She couldn't stop smiling. She rehearsed inside her a million different lines to say as she made her first defiant thrust. Her heart beat fast, she felt a tingle in her large ears that stayed perked up, she felt like biting his shoulder. It was power. Looking at the tiger, broad body and all, face buried in the sheets and ass high in the air, she felt powerful. She grabbed his hair, he yelped. She pushed, he screamed. It didn't even go in. She pushed again, he wailed. Still didn't go in. She grabbed his shoulders, shifted all her weight against him, and broke his seal. He split open and his throat opened wide too with a hearty wail, hushed quickly by the biting of a pillow.
He moaned heavy moans into the pillow as Amelia began to pound away, a sick smile on her face never fading as she pounded him. She bent over him, grabbing his hair and lifting him up, reveling in the pained expression on his face. "Is this how you wanted to make me feel? Is this how you think women are supposed to enjoy sex?" He could only answer with a pained "No, no!" She pulled his hair as she thrust again, making him cry out. "You just wanna do whatever you want and hear us tell you we just love being the bitch, don't you? Tell me you love being the bitch!" She ordered him. He was hardly even adjusted to the toy, and she found the thrusts were hard to even manage herself. She spit on the toy and humped firmer into him. "Go on, tell me you love being fucked like this, it's exactly what you would have expected out of me." He still refused, only grunting through clenched teeth as he was spread open.
"I'm just going to keep fucking you like a slut until you say it, that you want to be fucked like one, because that's all you expected out of me."
He fought with the words, now, his mouth moving dumbly, not saying anything. She had taken to quick, powerful thrusts, waiting with her fake dick buried inside him as he moaned with the deep penetration, waiting for him to finally say it. Then she pulled back, waited a moment, giving the occasional spit lube, and thrust again. His own dick swung beneath him, hard and dripping now, betraying his sudden begs to "stop, please," as if he wasn't enjoying it.
"What's that?" She asked, egging him on to ask again.
"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'll kiss you, I'll hug you, I'll snuggle you, I'll eat you out, I'll do anything, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" The confession seemed to drain him more than the ass-pounding. Satisfied, Amelia pulled out her toy to see a battered hole. She slipped off her bottom, then found her way in front of the tiger, his whiskers drooping, his breath heavy. Without a word, she pressed his head into her snatch. An easy transition, for her at least, and he seemed to take to it soon enough as well, with a weariness attributed to drunkenness, or, possibly, the fact he'd just had his ass reamed for the first time with a ten inch strapn. He licked slow, long, tentative licks, getting deeper each time. She rubbed his ears, feeling exhausted herself, coming down from the high of her power trip. Having taken off the strapn, she didn't feel the same person. She could hardly believe only a few moments ago she'd been mounted up on his ass, making him cry and beg, yet with the tiger between her thighs she knew that whatever she'd really done up there, it worked. He lapped over her lips, and for the first time that night, she moaned, too.
It wasn't any type of eating out experience she had before. The tiger didn't slurp at her with lustful fervor, he didn't wriggle his tongue in sensual waves, he... it would be hard to describe how he did it, though the fact that it was the first pussy on his tongue was evident. And yet, with this queer feeling, Amelia was in ecstasy, her back arching and her paws gripping the rounded ears rough. The tiger whined, his tongue dipping slowly in, but not hesitatingly, penetrating deeply if not quickly like water dripping through stone. She still couldn't quite place what it was that was making her writhe like this. It wasn't that the tiger was hitting all the right spots. It wasn't that he had a sudden lustful energy that she couldn't help but return. And yet, every time his tongue made that long and dutiful journey into her she moaned a little louder.
Suddenly, it hit her: Obedience.
The tiger was going at the pace of obedience. Not the pace of being forced. Not the pace of enthusiasm, or even disgust, or anything else. He was eating her pussy because he knew it was what he had to do. He was in his place, and Amelia reveled in the fact that he'd put him there with her ten inches of justice. He slurped at her clit with the patience of a man sentenced to life, he sucked at her lips with the temperance of a fasting man sipping water. He explored every inch his tongue could reach, experiencing it like he was just learning about pussy for the first time. He painted the outer lips with his spit, then teased the lips inside with the tip of his tongue. He prodded at her hood, making her almost blush in excitement when he found the prize inside, with a little help of direction from some not-so-subtle ear pulls.
Her chest heaving with deep breaths of lust, she buried two fingers in with the tiger's tongue, working herself over in a way the inexperienced tiger never could have. She was so close... she teased her clit and pressed the tiger's muzzle so firm against her his nose was buried in it. She was panting now, her legs were shaking, her toes curling. She shoved the tiger's head away and, quickly repositioning herself as she fought through gasps and moans, squirted on his face. He recoiled in surprise, but only a few inches, not near enough to avoid the second spray (or the the third). His fur gleamed with the wetness. It dripped onto his lips. He whimpered a low, dulcet, sad cry as he opened his stinging eyes.
Amelia collapsed back against the headboard, her chest still rising and falling in great huffs, her eyes closed as she collected her senses. When they opened, the tiger laid there still looking up at her, not a word spoken, not an inch moved.
"Now," she said, looking down at him as if he was a problem to be dealt with, "do you see what it's like to be fucked like a bitch, bitch?"
He nodded sheepishly.
"Well, let's make sure this lesson stays with you," she said as she reached for the strapn again.
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Day Two - Continued
Ryan was eager for the meeting to adjourn. Eager for the chance to spend an uninterrupted evening with Catrine in their suite. She had spent most of the day tucked up in his lap and while he'd relished it, it hadn't afforded him the opportunity to say more than a few words to her all day.
He found the idea of sharing a meal and having an unhurried conversation with her to be very appealing. Surely things would wrap up soon. He could see the sun setting through the stained glass windows that surrounded them.
He was surprised that the Six Kings hadn't been more critical of his proposal now that two full days of meetings had passed. While his initial pitch had been the focus of the engagement and he had fielded his share of questions, he had expected to face a tough inquisition.
In retrospect, it almost felt like a formality that he attended the meeting at all. More than halfway through the conference, it seemed like a foregone conclusion that they planned to develop the energy resources of the south and engage his company to do lead the effort.
So, why had they bothered to invite him? The thought troubled him as he considered it. There was really no way to guess at the answer and he reminded himself that their agreement was not yet confirmed. They had not signed the contract and many of the specifics of the negotiation remained still to be decided.
All the more reason to try to keep his head on straight. Meeting Catrine and having her here certainly complicated things though. He was usually so cool under pressure. So detached. It was a significant factor in his ability to navigate the empire of the Six Kings for so many years; He could get by, do his bit, say little, and offend no one.
But here, with her as his companion, he had called attention to himself. He had been distracted since the moment she joined him. He hadn't been able to don his usual business persona.
Her beauty, her pain, and her honesty were humanizing in a way that pulled at the center of his heart. It was as though he couldn't care about anything as much as he suddenly cared for her.
Watching her, touching her, and, he admitted reluctantly, even striking her; It had called into question the complicity of his past actions. Now, he felt suddenly accountable for all that he had overlooked; all that he had seen but not called to question. It muddled the purpose of his visit and left him feeling unsure of his goal. He had started this quest to lock up a contract and, in the process, lock up his future. He was no longer sure of his future at all.
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw King Arick rise to make an announcement. His gut instincts told him that nothing good would come from this. He reflexively tightened his grasp on Catrine and waited to hear what the King had to say.
"Gentlemen," Arick began, smiling at each King in the room. Ryan couldn't shake the suspicion that he had something up his sleeve. He wanted to slap the expression right off his face.
"As you all know, one of the best parts of our quarterly meetings is the chance to share in the rarest luxuries from each of our territories. Sir Hall, the wine you brought along for example, has been most exquisite. Thank you for being so considerate as to share it with each us!"
Hall nodded in dignified reply.
King Arick continued, "So, it occurred to me this afternoon, that we should really share all of our treasures with one another during our short stay. Our time is so precious and our treats are so...tasty. So, if you'll indulge me in a bit of whimsy, I thought perhaps we should...trade."
"Now, now. Don't worry!" He continued quickly. "It would only be temporary. Just for one night. The chance to partake in one another's most favorite of all delights! Our beloved pleasure slaves, at our collective disposal, to indulge in our most tempting desires."
"Dutton!" he exclaimed with great congeniality, "I know, for example, that you are most eager to get between the legs of Roberts' twins!"
Hearing this, Dutton held up his glass of wine to Roberts to toast his fine taste. The two Kings sharing in the joke and smiling widely.
"And, my own lovely Pet," he said stroking the hair of the girl next to him. "She is extremely well suited for some of Edwards' less gentle tastes." Edwards licked his lips at the suggestion, hungrily eyeing the girl at Arick's feet.
"Let's see if you can't push her limits a bit, no?" He said with a wink as Edwards slowly nodded at him in full agreement.
"And I must confess," Arick continued with exaggerated dismay, turning his attention to stare directly into Ryan's eyes. "I have been quite taken by our newest guest, Mr. Pierce's companion."
"I was thinking just this afternoon that I would be most appreciative of the chance to explore her most...intimately." He lingered on the final word, turning his attention from Ryan to Catrine as he shot her a cold smile. She sat wide-eyed in Ryan's lap, fully comprehending how this would unfold.
"So, unless there is any objection?" He trailed off for a moment looking to the other Kings, many of whom had already begun collecting their personal items, nodding back at him in total agreement.
"Excellent!" He said and clapped his hands together like a small child who had just been told that he had his pick of delights from a candy store.
Leaving the other Kings to sort out their swaps, he turned to Ryan and Catrine and with a deadly serious expression said, "If you would please follow me then, dear?"
He found himself helpless again. Ryan's rage threatened to spill into open violence as he balled his fists and gritted his teeth.
On shaking legs, Catrine slowly stood and stepped away from Ryan's embrace to follow behind King Arick. In a flash, Ryan grabbed her and pulled her backwards with so much force she almost crashed into his desk. He surged forward to put himself physically between her and the vile King.
"Something wrong Mr. Pierce?" King Arick asked with mock concern.
Ryan's breathing was labored and his eyes burned intensely. He closed in on Arick and readied himself to strike him. The anger sparked between them and the other Kings took notice, stopping their activities and turning their attention to where the two men stood.
Catrine knew that the situation was escalating quickly and that a conflict with a King could turn bad fast. Very, very bad. There were too many accidents and too many disappearances that couldn't be explained. She knew Ryan meant well, but his reactions were naive. She couldn't stand the thought of him coming into danger because of her.
She searched for courage deep inside of herself. Reaching out to Ryan, she gently pulled at his fist, which broke his stare down with Arick as he turned his head to regard her. Their eyes met briefly, ice blue to warm brown, each reflecting the other's sadness.
She took his hand in hers, gently prying at his balled fist to open his fingers and reveal his palm to her. She bent gracefully forward and planted the softest kiss from her lips to the center of his palm. The gesture was intimately submissive, a slave bidding good evening to her Master. But, as she stilled her lips and brushed her cheeks back and forth against his warm skin, she tried to convey her prayer with her gesture: Do not be stupid. I will be okay. I will come back to you.
Releasing his hand, she turned to King Arick and fell to her knees in front of him. She lowered her eyes and said quietly, "As you please, My King."
"That's more like it." Arick mumbled under his breath.
He took her by her hair and yanked her roughly back to her feet. He pulled her forward sharply and spun her around so that she was pinned with her back pressed against his body, his hands roughly grasping her. She couldn't bare to look anywhere but at her feet.
"She is a clever girl." He said to Ryan. "And she seems obedient enough. You would do well to learn something from her," he sneered.
Then, guiding her swiftly across the room he called merrily to the others, "Sweet dreams all!"
And in an instant, they had vanished into the hall.
Ryan fell back into his chair feeling as though there was no air left to breathe in the room. His heart constricted and his mind buzzed with incongruous thoughts. He had promised to protect her and yet he had failed at every turn. He had wanted to comfort her, yet again and again, she had needed to reassure him. He had tried furiously to maintain control, but it was clear that there was no chance of it in these games.
"Master?" a small voice interrupted him and he looked up to see that the room had emptied entirely except for one young woman. Preston's slave, he realized with dismay. She was looking at him expectantly.
"Come along then," he said with resignation as he made the walk back to his suite.
Catrine followed King Arick down the hall and into his private chambers. While it was clear that the next several hours would be a test of her strength, she also felt oddly back in more familiar terrain: This was her role. This was what was expected of her. This was the world that she knew.
The time she had spent with Ryan had brought with it a slew of emotions that she hadn't allowed herself to consider for months, perhaps even years. Thinking, feeling, wanting; these were dangerous pastimes for a slave.
In showing her kindness, he had weakened her defenses. He had exposed parts of herself that she had locked away long ago. She touched her collar as if to confirm it was still there. Yes, she affirmed, better to know your place than to get lost in dangerous wishes.
Arick wasted no time as he lead her into his bedroom. Loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt he added, "Take your clothes off. Then, come over here in front of me."
He ogled her, toying with his own mustache and practically salivating, as she slipped off her dress and panties. He hadn't felt this eager to play in a long time.
She quickly walked towards him and he leered at her openly. "Yes, right here will do." Present your hands to me, please."
He removed a set of thick metal cuffs from his bedside table. She stood before him and shivered as he slipped one securely over each of her delicate wrists.
"You seem fairly obedient," he began as he fingered the soft skin on the underside of her wrist. It gave her goose bumps. "So, I don't think I'll need to tie you to the headboard. Am I right, beautiful?"
She shook her head cautiously, thinking he had more to say.
"Very good," he continued. "I'll just make use of these to keep things interesting." He stroked the metal cuffs again. It was clear that he was admiring the cuffs themselves and not her delicate wrists beneath.
"On your knees then." he declared, his words thick with anticipation.
To emphasize his point, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed forcefully downward so that she sank to her knees before him. She blanched at his touch as he ran his fingers roughly through her hair. She heard him mutter, "Very good, indeed" as he reached down and stroked himself lewdly through the fabric of his pants.
Knowing she was watching, he unzipped himself and released his pulsing cock just inches from her eyes. It was long and thin and angry looking, with dark purple veins criss-crossing its length.
He grabbed a handful of her hair with his fist and tightened his grip, forcing her head back sharply so that she had to look up into his cold eyes. She gasped at his sudden forcefulness and the painful pull against her scalp.
"I had to wait for you all day," he said darkly, "and I am not a patient man."
He pulled harder, making her back arch, pushing her breasts forward, as she let out a small yelp. She saw his mustache twitch slightly as though he was smirking at her discomfort.
He loomed over her, raking his eyes over her body. His expression villainous.
He brought his face almost level with hers; so close that she could smell his moist, rancid breath as he whispered, "Let's see if you're worth all this fuss. Please me and I will let you, and that supposed Master of yours, live another day."
Releasing his grip just enough for her to be level again with his swollen cock, he pressed the tip of it against her lips and breathed his command.
"Show me."
She parted her lips gingerly, intending to ease herself into the gratification he demanded. But he was too hungry to feel her submission. He locked his hands against her head, winding her long hair in his fingers and using it as a way to control her movement. She shuddered at the feel of his hands on her.
"Shhhh..." he said quietly but it did nothing to soothe her. It only heightened her fear. He forced her to still completely as he towered over her. He held her helpless between his hands and reveled in the power of his position. His whole body thrummed with his desire to possess her.
Suddenly, he thrust deeply into her mouth, pushing himself down her throat. She choked against him, her gasp vibrating against his shaft. He moaned luxuriously, appreciating the sensations of her cry against his penetrating cock. Her struggles to accommodate his length only aroused him further.
He set set a punishing pace as he fucked her mouth brutally. Without the ability to use her hands, she found it difficult to maintain her balance and she teetered painfully on her knees from the force of his actions. She tried to control her breathing to match his pace but she found it impossible.
She felt tears prick her eyes as she worked to breathe, gagging and sputtering against him. Each struggle only seemed to inflame him further. He grunted and pushed back against her hard, forcing himself even deeper with his thrusts.
He grunted, closing his eyes with smug satisfaction, as he relished the feeling of dominating her. "That's it my sweet, slave girl. You know just how to take it."
He slowed his pace, but kept himself deeply inside of her as he continued, "Your mouth is exquisite." He smiled at her with a monstrous expression.
"I wonder if you were a natural or if they had to train you exhaustively to bring out your gifts?" He appraised her with his words.
"Let's test your limits a bit, no?" He looked delighted with himself as he pressed himself forward again. He held her head tightly, not stopping until he felt the tip of his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. He let out a long satisfied sigh as he watched her struggle to breath, rocking himself side to side, but not releasing his grip at all.
Tears fell freely from her eyes and she worried she would faint from the exertion. He renewed his thrusts, increasing his pace to a frenzy. Finally, with a few more violent thrusts, she felt him swell in her throat as he released his rancid seed into her mouth.
He let out a deep grunt, pushing himself back and forth a few more times, still enjoying the soft grip of her mouth around him before he finally slipped himself from her lips. He stood and waited expectantly for her to swallow.
"Oh lovely, lovely girl."
His chilling words combined with his taste in her mouth left her nauseated. Still on her knees, she wiped her eyes and her mouth as best she could against her cuffed hands. She leaned forward to rest her face in her palms, struggling to catch her breath.
Looking down at her he admonished, "There is no time to rest, my slave. We are just getting started. Up on the bed now. Hands and knees, please."
He walked over to a water pitcher and poured himself a large glass. The sound of the ice cubes rattling against the cup made Catrine lick her lips with thirst. He drank it deliberately, exaggerating his enjoyment, clearly not planning to offer her any.
He turned to assess her again, admiring her from behind. She rested on her elbows, her ass tipped slightly up in the air, her hands still bound at her wrists. He had only just satisfied himself with her mouth and his cock already twitched for more.
"You are quite something to look at, you know?" he said to her, stroking her body with his cold hands. "Perhaps that's why Mr. Pierce seems so absorbed in you?"
He watched her closely as he mentioned Ryan's name. Like a cat who had caught a mouse but wasn't all that hungry, he was in the mood to toy with her.
She closed her eyes and turned her head so that she could press her face against the mattress. It was harder to breathe, but at least she could hide her expression from his critical gaze.
"Yes," he whispered with menacing softness, walking his fingers up each of her vertebrae and enjoying the tremors his actions provoked. "I can see why he dotes on you. You are something to be savored."
Stilling his hands on her bare hips he finished his preamble. "I am certain that I am going to enjoy fucking you very, very much."
He yanked her roughly backwards, grinding her soft slit against his renewed hardness. The pressure of his motions forcing her to anticipate the coming violation of her body. He pushed between her legs and slammed himself inside of her with his full strength. He tugged forcefully against her body, making sure that she couldn't escape any of his thrust.
"Ugh." They both moaned together. Hers, a response to the sudden pain she felt as her body struggled to take him in so suddenly. His, a satisfied grunt as he forced himself deeply into her. He used the leverage of their position to force her body backwards as he used his own momentum to thrust himself forward.
He loved looking down on her in that moment as he completely overpowered her. Her hands bound and extended in front of her. Her hair tangled and spread across the bed. The creamy skin of her shoulders and bare back tempting him to bite her. Her tiny ass squeezed together as his cock slid in and out of her most intimate place.
He was hers to violate and hers to control. He was soaring with triumphant power. Each time he bottomed out against her, he felt the satisfying press of her pussy against the base of his cock. His rhythm was powerful and punishing, wanting to push himself still deeper, claiming her with each thrust.
"They keep you so tight." He said with relish as he fucked her hard. He rubbed himself against her walls using her body fully for his own enjoyment.
"You were made for this," he berated her. "Molded and shaped and trained and punished to be so perfectly submissive."
"Mine to claim," he added pounding his words into her with each thrust.
He groaned, curling himself over her body so that he could reach around her and cup her breasts with his hands.
"Such a delicacy." he continued.
He grabbed her breasts roughly and pinched at her nipples until she cried out again. He squeezed them hard, kneading them in his palms and forcing the tiny buds to extend in his fingers.
"Yesssss!" He exclaimed in ecstasy, yanking at her breasts as an alternate way to control the pace of his fucking. "You are such a delightful fuck."
She was trying so hard to be silent; to not call any additional attention to herself. To wait it out. To take it as she had taken punishments so many times before.
But she felt the tears welling behind her eyes and once the first spilled over, she couldn't control their flow. She began to weep quietly into the sheets.
He didn't see it at first, the single tear that slipped down her face. He was too lost in the immense satisfaction he had obtained in using her body so thoroughly for himself. But, when he heard her soft cry, he rejoiced in her pain, knowing that he had dominated her fully.
Swiftly, he pulled out of her, grabbing her knees and flipping her onto her back. She was forced to look up towards him and he returned her gaze with a vicious smile. Wasting no time, he thrust himself forward again, impaling her deeply on his cock. She yelped as he pushed her bound hands above her head, forcing her painfully backwards. He crushed her chest with the weight of his own, knocking the wind from her as she gazed up at him fearfully.
He fucked her brutally, pushing until he could feel his cock at the entrance of her cervix. Pressing her legs back against the mattress to open her up further to his authority. She cried openly as he bore down on her, reveling in her cries. Her hair was matted against her face, damp with her tears.
His lips nestled against her temple. The gesture out of place for the brutality of his force. Wrapping his hands around her thighs and tightening her against him, he found her ear and whispered his most chilling words, grinding himself against her mercilessly to emphasize their meaning.
"This is what you are."
"This is all that you are."
"You are only as much as I want you to be."
He rose up higher to look deeply into her eyes. He wanted to make sure that she grasped his full meaning as he increased his intensity.
"Did he make you come? Did he please you? Did he make you think for a moment that you could ever be free?"
He sneered at her as he flexed his body and pounded her with his words and his cock.
"You are a slave." He spat.
"To possess."
"To own."
"To devour."
He shoved himself inside again deeply, renewing his violent assault. He ran his hands all over her body; grabbing, squeezing, thrusting, pinching. She sensed the fever in his motions and she knew that this ordeal would soon be finished. If she could just hang on a little longer.
He reared up above her, his lips curling into that sick smile. She could no longer face him and tried to turn away.
"Not so fast," he snapped. He snatched her chin tightly in his grasp before swiftly slapping her hard across her face, splitting her lip open. He relished her fear, backhanding her hard across her opposite cheek just for the thrill of it.
She fell back hard against the bed following the force of his blows. Her eyes watered and she blinked rapidly to clear her vision. A growing sharp pain radiated from her temple and her lip.
She felt him roughly pushing her knees back, forcing them against her shoulders as he bruised her with his violation. He held absolute power. She could no longer hang on. His motions overtaking her completely.
With a final stab, he came sharply inside of her, wave after wave of thick cum coating her and claiming her, as he groaned out his deep satisfaction.
Finally sated, sweaty, and breathing hard, he whispered his final chilling words almost soundlessly into her ear.
"You are so delightful, little slave. Perhaps I will buy you."
Her world faded to darkness.
Arick tossed her aside shortly after his climax. No longer a novelty, he left her alone, his attentions turned back to his kingdom.
The room came back into focus and Catrine realized he had untied her hands. Her tongue tentatively licked her lip, tasting blood. Her hand reached to her temple where a goose egg had formed and a headache pulsed with increasing intensity. She felt tender, inside and out, from his rough treatment of her.
She slid off the bed and tucked herself into the position she'd been taught to maintain, on the floor pillow that was meant for her.
While his thrusts had been brutal, it was his words that had wrecked her.
"This is all that I am." She whispered aloud so that she could hear it in her own voice.
She felt nothing more and thought nothing more as her mind retreated from the present.
***
Ryan couldn't get over the emptiness of the girl who had followed him back to his room. She was beautiful, yes. But she was blank. Broken, he realized sadly. He had dismissed her quickly, sending her back to wherever it was that Preston kept his slaves.
He was anguished by his helplessness and overwhelmed with anxiety for Catrine's safety. He struggled with the depth of his emotions. He had known her for less than two days. Yet, he was inexplicably drawn to her. So connected in a way that he had never experienced before.
He nursed a drink and attempted to check email as a distraction. He soon gave up, walking to the large picture windows that ran the length of the suite. He pressed his head against the glass. It felt cool against his skin.
He kept thinking about the thin gold band that was wrapped tightly around her neck. Her collar. A constant reminder that she could never be free, could never fully explore her own desires, could never truly trust or confide in him.
Suddenly, an idea came to him and he needed to act on it immediately. He unlocked his tablet and wrote an urgent message to a good friend who worked in the technology division of his company. He fired it off quickly, glad to at least have taken one step towards feeling less helpless.
Then, there was nothing to do but wait for her return. He fell back against the wall and slid downwards, slumping slightly as he sat. He stared out the window as he had done the night before, only this time he was painfully alone. He looked out over the city and waited for the dawn.
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INTRO: Kate is a wealthy, light red furred foxgirl who lives in a huge mansion with her best friend, Nia who's house was destroyed in a tornado. Nia is a dark blue furred foxgirl who has been best friends with Kate ever since they were kits. Kate is 24, and Nia is 23
Kate was sitting on her couch, watching a movie with her best friend Nia, when the satellite went out. "Well this sucks." Kate said. "What are we going to do now?" Nia asked. "I know, Lets go clothes shopping." Kate said. "Sounds good to me." Nia said. Kate pressed a button on the arm of the couch, and the limo driver came to the door. "Where to?" the limo driver asked. "The mall." Kate said. The two beautiful vixens got into Kate's limo, and went to the mall. It was a really windy day, and as they got out of the limo, the wind blew Nia's loose fitting shirt up fot a second. Kate caught a glimpse of her best friend's cleavage, and was starting to feel horny, luckily Nia didn't notice her looking. once inside the clothing store, they quickly began grabbing things that they liked. Kate picked out a fancy dress she liked, and Nia found a very suggestive outfit. when she asked Kate how it looked, Kate almost slipped up, but she caught herself before she said it. The girls finally decided on what they wanted , checked out, and headed for Kate's limo.
Kate and Nia walked out of the clothing store, and got into Kate's limo. As they drove away Kate asked Nia if she wanted to play a little game when they got back, and Nia of course ,said yes. Not knowing what surprises Kate had planned. Kate had, had a crush on Nia ever since High School, but she was too afraid to say anything, not knowing that Nia secretly felt the same way about her. As they arrived at Kate's mansion, Nia couldn't help but wonder what sort of "game" Kate had in mind. The two beautiful vixens went upstairs to Kate's bedroom, and had a couple stiff drinks. They weren't really drunk, but they had drank enough that both girls were talking about things they wouldn't normally. Then finally Kate made the first move, she kissed Nia, who was only surprised for a second, before passionately returning the kiss. They kept it up, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, until Nia broke the kiss to ask about the game. Kate responded by saying, "Then I guess you want to take this to the next level." Nia said yes, squeezing her own breasts as she did. Kate went to her closet and came back with a box filled with dildos, vibrators, bindings, lube and other toys. "The game is called S&M." Kate said. "Nia you're going to be my slave." Kate said. Nia knew what S&M was, because she had been in an S&M before, with Asha, another close friend, only then Nia had been the mistress and Asha the slave. "What do I do first mistress?" Nia said to Kate. "Strip." Kate ordered. "Yes mistress." Nia said, and began to remove her clothing. Then Kate began doing the same.
By now both vixens were completely naked, and Kate got on her paws and knees, and ordered Nia to make her come. Nia started licking Kate's cunt, flicking her tongue in and out, and around her clit, which sent waves of pleasure through her. Kate moaned in ecstasy, and ordered Nia to take her. Nia got a dildo and began licking it to lube it, then she shoved it into Kate's cunt, and began pumping it in and out. Kate moaned even more now, as she began to tense up, her juices running down her legs, and Nia's hands as she came. "Your turn." Kate said, removing the silk bondage ties from the box. She tied Nia to the bed with her legs spread, and upraised in a way that gave her easy entry in either her cunt or her tailhole. Kate started licking her cunt, and Nia felt waves of pleasure all over. Then she let out a yip of suprise as to what Kate did next. Kate had began licking her tailhole, and Nia had never been rimmed before, it was a completely new sensation, like nothing she had felt before. Kate continued licking her tailhole, sticking the tip of her tongue in, to make sure she was good and moist for what she planned to do next. Nia was really moaning now, filled with a sensation like she'd never felt before. Kate went back to the box and got out 2 realistic looking dildos, one of which she covered in lube. Kate took the lubed dildo, and pressed it against Nia's tailhole, which brought about another yip of surprise. Kate eased the dildo in until it's full length had been taken, then she got the other dildo she had, and shoved it into Nia's cunt. Nia didn't know what to think, at the sensation of being filled by 2 dildos. Kate began pumping the dildos in and out, which drove Nia to pure ecstasy. with another few strokes, Nia finally came, Kate licking up every bit of her juices then Kate untied Nia and said "Ready for round 2.".
Both vixens lay on the bed now, licking each other's cunts. Then Kate took hold of the dildos, and began pumping them again. Nia was not to be outdone, however. She got another dildo from the box on the nightstand, and lubed it up, then she shoved the dildo into Kate's tailhole. This made Kate start pumping faster, thrusting the dildos in and out of Nia. Nia took hold of the dildo that was in Kate's cunt and the one she'd just put in Kate's tailhole, and began pumping them in and out. Kate moaned with pleasure and continiued to pump the dildos in and out. This made Nia moan in ecstasy, about to come, she desperately worked the dildos faster, determined to make Kate come first. Kate was trying to hold off her orgasm as well, not wanting to be outdone by her slave. This was of course to no avail, as both vixens moaned loudly, as they came at exactly the same instant. Both vixens, now exhausted, fell asleep right where they lay.
Kate woke up the next morning to the smell of food cooking, Nia was making breakfast for them. Scrambled eggs, sausage , and coffee, "Nia you didn't have to go to all this trouble." Kate said. "I know, but I love you." Nia said. "I love you too." Kate said. After breakfast they shared another passionate kiss, and then Kate said, "I have an idea, Lets invite our friends to a party tonight." "That sounds like fun" Nia said. Kate got her cell phone and called May, and Asha to invite them to the "party" which was really a lesbian orgy, But since Asha is bi, and May is a virgin, that was better kept a secret for now.
This is the prequel to the series, The Vulpine Orgy all comments welcome, I need feedback.
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Kate and Nia by nigel76
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Orao Picked up the phone and called one of his friends that owned one of the most successful and exclusive restaurants in the city. Orao new Ray would help him and needed to make a really good impression on Lamika.
"The Shay Purr the only true dining experience, how can I help you?" a female voice answered smoothly.
"This is Orao Relson I need to speak to Raymond Ebson is he in?" Orao asked.
"Hold please Mr. Relson, Mr. Ebson was going to call you this afternoon, I'm sure he will be happy you called," the voice said.
Only a few moments later a Russian voice hit his ears.
"Orao my old friend I want to thank you for the stock tips you gave me I've made half a million in dividends in the last six months alone, Now how are you doing my old friend?" Ray said happily.
"I'm good Ray but I need a big favor a really big favor," He said.
"Just ask and it's yours I owe you more than you could possibly want," Ray replied.
"Well you see I met this wonderful woman today and I wanted to take her to a special place tonight so I was hoping," Orao was interrupted.
"That I could bump you past the seven months of reservations and get you a table tonight right Orao," Ray laughed.
"Please Ray I would do anything for this," Orao begged over the phone, "This girl is very important to me."
"Well I won't have any tables open but I'll tell you what I'll have my staff set up my private booth and put my best cook at your disposal, and don't act like this is payment we both know that I owe you millions in stock tips and this is only one in many favors, I will give you before I'm half way back to even," Ray said.
"That's great Ray this means a lot to me and I owe you huge for this!" Orao exclaimed.
"Think nothing of it, its the least I can do for an old buddy, unfortunately I have to go so have a great time and call me with the details," Ray said.
Orao started calling everyone from florists to stylists in preparation. Lamika went to her salon and got a complete make over and manicure. Then she went to her apartment and began going through her wardrobe looking for what to wear. She called a friend and they finally got her dressed in a long black silk gown and a beautiful collar with a gold rose on the front that sat over her beautiful throat. Lamika put on her favorite perfume and saw it was quarter past six. I'll show up early she thought to herself, as she got ready.
"Good luck," her friend said as Lamika left.
Orao made sure to go through each and every detail with a fine tooth comb. First two dozen roses from the best florist he knew of. Second A bottle of his favorite cologne that he diluted and combed into his fur. Third a box of the finest Swiss chocolates in the city. Finally a new tailored suit from his tailor.
Lamika walked into the cafe half an hour early so she could relax a little before Orao arrived. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Orao already sitting at the table were they had first kissed. He looked amazing in a slick black suit with a neatly folded red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. He was starring at a liquor glass on the table and hadn't seen her yet. He was obviously nervous and she figured that put them on a level playing field, as she was already a bit jittery. Lamika startled Orao when she placed her paw on his neck from behind. His head jerked around as his nose tapped her in the stomach making her giggle. She could smell the scent of his expensive cologne and it made her purr softly.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he said as he stumbled to his feet.
Lamika smiled and sat down next to Orao. She picked up the glass and sniffed it. She then swallowed the last bit of brandy in the glass.
"I needed that," she said.
"I made reservations at Shay Purr for us," Orao said his voice almost a whisper.
Orao picked up a large bouquet of red roses from his side and gave them to Lamika with a box of chocolates. He looked down trying not to stare at her gorgeous figure and feeling like an idiot. She shed a tear and leaned over lifting his chin and giving him a long slow soft kiss. They purred as they pulled back and Lamika grinned happily.
"They're wonderful!" she said as she laid her paw on his.
"So tell me," she said curiously and in a bit of doubt, "did you say you managed to get a table at Shay Purr the most exclusive and amazing restaurant in the north west?"
Orao was prepared for that, "A beauty like yours could inspire any man to move mountains and part seas all I did was manage to make a dinner reservation a pale in comparison to what the light that you bring deserves."
Lamika purred, "I can accept that you smooth talker."
Orao and Lamika stood up and he put his arm over her shoulder and leaned her head against him as they walked out. He called a cab and they rode in silence to the restaurant. Amazed that he was telling the truth and more curious than ever.
"I hope I don't seem to aggressive but its not everyday I am swept off my feet," she said leaning over to kiss him softly again.
"I'm the lucky one you're magnificent and I love your perfume Race of the heart, right?" Orao quickly complimented.
"I am very impressed, you know I am starting to think you are royalty or something," Lamika leaned against him.
Lamika just smiled and purred as she tried to relax in the hopes he would do the same. They soon arrived at Shay Purr. Upon seeing him the hostess immediately went over and welcomed them in a polite manor.
"Welcome to Shay Purr Mr. Relson, The Presidential dinning hall has been prepared for your arrival, Mr. Ebson Told me to let you know that his personal wine selection is at your disposal and that if you need anything I am to serve you to my best ability, My name is Jesse," The hostess said.
Lamika just stood there speechless; she couldn't believe how much he had done or how special he tried to make this evening. The hostess led them through the restaurant into a room in the back. The dinning booth was huge and had a table that could comfortably sit a dozen people. Orao had dinned in this room before with his friend and he new quite a bit about its interesting extras. Orao first sat Lamika at the table and then went to a panel on the wall. The lights dimmed and a metal shutter opened revealing a two-way mirror that Lamika could look out. She could see people sitting and eating, as waiters raced around making sure everything was taken care of. A tear ran down Lamika's cheek and she sniffled as she looked at him. Walking over and holding him close staring out the window and totally unprepared for what was already the most intoxicating fantasy of an evening she could ever have imagined unfolded in front of her.
"Is something wrong," he asked curiously, "hoping he could do something."
Lamika looked up, hugging him tightly purring softly as she rested her head on his solid chest. She smiled into his gaze feeling everything in the world going right for that one instant. The greatest moment of her life was here looking into his hypnotic eyes as everything in the world froze for that moment.
"I feel like nothing will ever be wrong ever again, this is as perfect a moment as I think I will ever know in my life," Lamika stated as she sighed happily.
Orao and Lamika sat back down and ordered their meals. The food was excellent and they drank the finest wine either had ever had. Orao finished his oysters and Lamika's enjoyed pheasant that was the best she ever had. They talked for hours and listened to the music in the entertainment system mostly classical and romantic. Orao learned about her family in Colorado and her uncles law firm. Lamika learned of his parents family business and his friend Ray. Orao asked Lamika to dance and she quickly accepted wanting to be in his arms again. They slow danced for an hour Lamika's head on his shoulder her arms wrapped around him feeling his trim body underneath his suit. Orao was in bliss feeling her warmth against him his arms on her back and her breath on his neck. It was the single most wonderful moment he could remember in his life it was everything he had dreamed of pleasure and happiness. It was almost midnight when they stopped dancing and Orao asked Jesse to call a cab for them.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself Lamika," Orao said happily.
"This was the best date I have ever had, I hope I was worth all the trouble you went through," she replied.
"You were worth every moment of planning and so much more than I did for this and hope you would like to do it again some time very soon," he said purring and wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck softly.
"I would love to do this again," she said before gasping and returning his affection.
They walked out to the cab and Orao walked her to her apartment door each stair making her hips sway in front of his eyes. Lamika kissed him one last time and he walked back down the stairs. Lamika wanted to invite him in but didn't want to seem to forward after all they had just met that morning and this was a first date. She turned to him at the top of the stairs and gave him a long soft passionate kiss that made his blood boil.
"I hope to see you very soon my handsome feline hunk, " she said happily.
"You can count on it my gorgeous goddess of fur," he replied with a chuckle.
She closed her door with a smile on her face and went to bed thinking of him and far too excited to sleep. It took hours for her to shower and wind down enough to sleep.
Orao walked home skipping the mile too his studio and went to bed thinking of Lamika and her beautiful eyes. He couldn't wait to see her again and he figured calling her in the morning would be good. He also considered the many things he would love to do, picnics, camping and perhaps a nice dinner at home.
I hope you can't wait for
the next wonderful chapter.
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First Date by Hidden Heart
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Text: Astral felt the light against her eyelids and knew that the final cycle of "renaissance" was about to begin. She always hated this part. Even with her eyes closed, the light felt like hot, noonday sun in the tropics. But Astral knew that a common night light would outshine it. Oh, well, when you haven't used your eyes in ten years...
The respirator pulled away from her face and Astral thought how like waking up before your alarm clock this seemed; you hear the "click", are too droopy to move, and know that the warm silence is about to be shattered by that god-forsaken buzzer--BZZZZTT!
The crew called it "the spanking" because it was like the swat on the rump which an obstetrician gives to a newborn to start her breathing. Only this spanking was an electrical jolt. Astral heaved forward, spewing the liquid from her lungs, coughing and sneezing. She blinked in the dim light and saw the clear blue fluid, almost black in the reddish glow, drift purposefully across the chamber in the gentle air current and vanish through the ventilation grate.
As the heart monitor gradually returned to normal, Astral stared absently at the fine pattern of tiny sensors on her bodysuit. Then decided that it was time to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. She unclipped the restraining tethers from her hips, checked the atmospheric integrity beyond the door, then floated out of her suspended animation chamber and into the starship proper. Sometimes advances in science depend more on the correlation of known facts than on stunning, new breakthroughs. For decades researchers had studied hibernating mammals in their quest to teach humans that same trick. The toughest obstacle was the freezing point of water; when water in cells freezes, the cells rupture and the organism dies.
Next, researchers tried various ways of refrigerating their subjects without crossing that threshold into freezing. But animals are thick in some places and thinner in others, and different types of tissue conducted heat differently. So, it was next to impossible to maintain a consistent temperature during storage or resuscitation. The lab coats even tried organic anti-freezes.
Then some bright boy remembered an obscure item from his basic biology classes. Tardigrades, also known as "water bears," were tiny creatures who could be freeze-dried for a century and rehydrated later, no worse for the wear. So what? Fleas can jump fifty times their own height because the laws of physics allow it on their scale. But tardigrades, although microscopic, are giants in their realm, and within their freeze-drying trick lay the secret to human suspended animation. If water is the obstacle, remove it!
The process was so simple that even a fairly stupid computer could be trusted to do it properly. And the biggest bonus was that the "freeze-dried" subjects did not age at all, as they did with the purely hypothermic methods. Hyperdrives be damned--humanity had a gateway to the stars! Day one is always the worst, Astral thought, because you piss like a drunkard while your body metabolizes the excess fluid out of your system. The first time out, Astral had looked in the mirror and a zombie stared back. Her long, black hair was still matted from the sleep chamber, and her slate-gray eyes looked particularly lifeless next to the pale, blue tint of her skin caused by the revival bio-fluid. She had felt like a bloated corpse.
Now, three days after her third "renaissance," Astral looked a little less anemic, and her jumpsuits were comfortably loose. But she still felt like a ghoul drifting through the silent starship with its cargo of 500 desiccated corpses.
"Venture" had almost no moving parts, although it was a good idea to have someone check her from stem to stern every so often during the long, interstellar night. The other astrogator trainees at the academy had teased her about the name "Astral." Then she and Beth had collected the data from the advance probe which proved that Barnard's star had a habitable planet. Astral excelled at engineering, as well as astrogation. And the laughing quickly died out when Astral was named First Astrogator for "Venture." Beth's engineering and piloting skills just missed placement with the astrogators, but she was aboard as a mission specialist.
At the end of the week, Astral looked entirely human, again, and "Venture" had a clean bill of health. But Astral had to wait one more endless week before she could safely re-enter the hibernaculum. She and Roman alternately shared these lonely "night-time" patrols. They had bid each other "fare well" before "Venture" crossed the orbit of Pluto so many years ago. At least Roman would be awake next time with her as they turned the ship for its deceleration drop toward Barnard's star. When the chores were done, they could "pass the time" however they wanted...
Astral smiled as she read Roman's last entry in the log: >"Venture" and Roman in perfect sych. Zero defects.<
>Tried to spot "Gateway" from the observatory. No dice.<
"Gateway" was "Venture's" sister ship following two years behind. It was difficult to find Sol in the sky at this distance, let alone one, tiny starship. Silly, charming man!
>We'll look for her together, next time.<
Roman would see Astral before he saw the log, but she left him a note, anyway. Unclipping the lightpen, she quickly scribbled on the datapad, "It's a date." Astral touched a control and her silver "jammies" slumped like a baggy sock. She climbed into the expanded neck and pulled the one-piece garment up. Another control and the bodysuit slowly contracted, again. As it shrank, Astral gently pulled out the wrinkles, and thought how the suit looked like the spacesuits from that old TV show of last century, "Lost in Space"--it even had red piping at the neck and cuffs. Although, when fully contracted, this suit was shamelessly wrinkle-free, and Astral looked like a polished, chrome statue.
Longing to see Roman, again, Astral hopped into the hibernaculum and sealed the door. She tethered herself in and pulled the respirator mask down over her face, and prepared to drift off into that dreamless sleep once again. As she struggled to consciousness, Astral knew that something was wrong. Had the hibernaculum failed? She could move her fingers, so she must have been nascent for some time, now. The "spanking" circuit must have failed, and the respirator mask was still strapped to her face. Astral tried to raise a hand to wipe her eyes, but she just couldn't make it. Why was she so weak?
Astral blinked rapidly and brought the room into focus. A creeping panic began to overtake her as she looked past the mask at herself. Something was definitely wrong--the hibernaculum was still actively pumping her full of revival fluid. She was positively turgid, that's why she hadn't been able to touch her face. The heart monitor began to race.
Then the datapad in front of her flickered to life and stabilized into the features of Beth. She was speaking:
"Well, I guess you managed to wake up just one more time. It might have been better if you hadn't because in a few minutes it will be 'lights out,' forever! I'm so sorry you won't be making planetfall with us, but First Astrogator should have been mine! Barnard IV was my discovery!"
The tiny hairs on the back of Astral's neck stood up. Beth was absolu-freakingly crazy! Astral's butt touched the floor in the zero-G room and the hip tethers began to strain. Her breasts were busily spreading under her arms and stretching her bodsuit to the ceiling, while her shoulders pressed firmly against her cheeks. On-screen, Beth continued to foam at the mouth.
"Why did you have to get everything? Beauty, brains, my ship and my planet!"
The hip tethers popped loudly and Astral's rapidly inflating body bounced gently off the ceiling.
"So, what do you get the girl who has everything? How about a little more to go around! So long, Astral!" The screen flickered into static. Then a flashing message appeared, "Auto-erase."
Astral struggled helplessly while the computer relentlessly pumped more and more fluid into her body. The pressure was increasing; it wasn't going to stop. Astral grew rounder and tighter by the second, but it couldn't go on forever. Any moment now she was going to burst!
Astral's body touched floor and ceiling at the same time, and her body grew hard under the increasing pressure. Her face darkened to a deep blue under the strain and her eyes began to bug out. This was it.
Suddenly, a hand reached in and hit the manual over-ride in front of Astral's face. It was Roman! He shuffled in behind her head and pulled the straps off the respirator mask. The bit literally shot out of Astral's mouth, followed by a huge stream of the pale blue bio-fluid.
"Hey, Chinks!" Roman chimed jovially, "You look like a Christmas ornament!"
"Fuck you!" Astral sputtered, the bright silver of her suit squeaking softly.
"Not a good idea," Roman returned, "you look like you've got too much in there already. This machine did almost as good a job as me." Then more seriously, "I heard the message. Beth played it onto every screen in the ship."
"Lousy bitch," Astral mumbled. They hung silently for a minute, and Roman brushed a few strands of hair from Astral's face. "I want two things!"
"Name it," Roman said.
"We've got some programming to do, but first bring me that zero-G vacuum toilet. I've got to take a major leak!"
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Winter Wear by Gene-Pool
By Apollo Wolf
Inspired by my complete distaste for cold weather in general, this story has been in the works for a while. Of course if this could really take place, I might have a new found appreciation for winter. But alas, this is a work of fiction and one that contains some instances of sex involving two males at that... but I think you expected that. Story void were prohibited; tax, title, and license are extra. Please enjoy responsibly and remember, friends don't let friends drive yiffed.
"Damn it, I hate this cold weather," I swore as I brushed the heavy snow off of my truck.
For the first time this winter the temperature had dropped well below freezing and the cold winds had blanketed the city with over a foot of lake effect snow. And of course ever since I had moved to a new townhouse my snow gear was nowhere to be found. My hands were starting to feel numb and I had even managed to get snow down the back of my coat.
I got in and started my truck and started my drive into work, however, I was still freezing and with the short drive, I was at my destination before the vents had started to blow some hot air. The parking lot seemed rather empty, only a few other cars were present. I got out and trudged through the knee-deep drifts to the door only to discover that the building was locked. A sign was posted stating that the office would remain closed today due to the inclement weather.
A steady stream of swears erupted from my mouth as I turned to make my way back to my truck. By the time I was back behind the wheel I was thoroughly frozen, the snow had made its way into my dress shoes now. I started the drive home and cheered up a bit as I watched countless other people with no clue how to drive in the snow spin off the road. That's when I spotted the bright neon "open" sign in the window of Sedrick's.
Sedrick's Athletic and Outdoor Apparel had opened a month or two ago but I had never taken the time to stop inside and check it out. From what I heard from others, the store had a great selection of sports gear, camping equipment, and outdoor wear, with pretty good prices, too. What the hell I figured, I needed some gloves and maybe a scarf and no other stores were likely to be open. Pulling into the lot I noticed a few other cars parked outside, apparently I wasn't the only one caught unprepared for the snowy weather.
Small chimes clanged on the door as I entered and a friendly store clerk looked up from the checkout to greet me.
"Welcome to Sedrick's. Can I help you find anything?"
"Actually, yes. I need a new pair of gloves, maybe a scarf too if you have some."
"Excellent, we have a wide selection of winter clothing located upstairs in the front. Feel free to look around and let me know if I can help with anything."
I made my way up to the second floor, nodding hello to a few of the other shoppers who were going about their browsing. I located the racks of heavy coats and bypassed them to check out the shelves of gloves and hats. Most were rather unremarkable, just ordinary gloves or wool caps. I was about to just pick out a random pair when my attention was drawn to a clearance display. There were several pairs of gloves that all seemed to have a different pattern in the fuzzy outer fabric. What's more all of the gloves only had three fingers and a thumb.
That's odd I thought. I picked up a pair with black and white stripes on it; the tag said the style was Siberian Tiger. Pulling it on, my hands easily slid in, my ring finger and pinky slipping into the same digit. The interior lining seemed to be some sort of fuzzy rubber-like material, like wet suit neoprene only furry and soft. It seemed to constrict a little bit around my hand but was not uncomfortably tight, the incredible thing was the way I still had full movement of my hand. Most gloves I've had are too bulky, you can't really use your hands while you wear them, but these fit like a second skin.
The gloves felt really warm and should do a great job handling the cold weather outside. I took the Siberian Tiger pair I had picked out and continued shopping but didn't see a scarf that would suit me. I made my way to the checkut up front to pay. I set them at the register and the clerk smiled at me.
"Excellent choice, these are the latest design from Gene-Pool Sportswear. They are fantastic for keeping you warm. You know, we're running a special right now. If you buy the three piece set of gloves, hat and scarf you get the second set free."
"Oh really? I didn't see any sets up there."
"Hmm, let me check back in the stockroom and see if we have any left."
The clerk hurried to the back of the store and disappeared into the store room. Several minutes later he returned with two bags.
"Well unfortunately we don't seem to have any of the Siberian Tiger left in large, just extra large, however I do have one of the Snow Leopard in large."
I thought about it for a moment and decided what the hell, it really was a great price, "Ok, well I'll take them both, I can use the large and I have a neighbor that the xl should be perfect for."
"Excellent!" The clerk rang up my purchase and bagged the items for me.
I trudged back out into the snow and had to brush off my truck yet again from the snow that had fallen in the twenty minutes I was inside. At this rate the whole city would be snowed in for a couple of days. I drove back home in the near white out conditions and pulled into the drive. I took my bag from the store inside with me and settled in a bit and just watched the snow fall.
Several hours later it finally slacked off enough that if I started shoveling it might actually make a dent. I grabbed the bag containing the smaller snow leopard set out and opened it up. The soft fuzzy coating on all three items felt so soft and warm I was sure they would keep me cozy out in the snow. I set the tiger patterned ones on the chair by the door, I figured they would fit my next door neighbor so maybe he would like them. After getting my coat on I wrapped the scarf tightly around my neck and chin and pulled on the hat. The hat was nice and big and cut real nice so that it would come down and cover my ears. It was lined with the same fuzzy neoprene as the gloves which made the fit tight but very comfortable. Finally I worked my hands into the perfect fit of the odd three fingered gloves. I flexed my hands and once again found that the comfort and dexterity provided by the tight fitting gloves was quite surprising.
At last I was properly outfitted for the elements. I walked out the front door into the bright white snowscape. The fluffy white snow crunched under my boots as I walked out to the garage and retrieved my shovel. I set to work, quite comfortable in the frigid air.
I had cleared off a good portion of the drive when I stopped to rest. I was quite pleased with the new outdoor wear I had purchased. I still felt perfectly comfortable; usually by now any shoveling would have gotten me all sweaty and clammy underneath the heavy clothing. Now however, even though I felt all nice and toasty, I had barely broken a sweat. I continued shoveling and cleared off my drive and the entire sidewalk on the block.
I was just about to get started on one of the elderly resident's walkway when I saw my neighbor's SUV pull in. That's odd, I thought, he usually doesn't get back in until later in the afternoon.
I bounded over in the snow, "Hey Jimmy. What're you doing home so early?"
Jimmy and I were best friends and drinking buddies. He was about my age and we had both moved into the neighborhood around the same time. He had gone into the Army out of high school and had just been discharged when he moved into the neighborhood, so he still had the clean cut and squared away look about him. He was big too, a full six inches taller than me and biceps as big around as my neck. He worked out relentlessly and even got me to join a gym with him.
"What do you mean early, it took me nearly 45 minutes to drive back from the shop because they haven't cleared the roads yet. Otherwise I would have been home around three like usual."
I stared at him in disbelief, when I walked out my door it was going on eleven, there's no way I could have been out here for nearly five hours. I looked around at the amount of snow I had cleared and noticed how another couple of inches had fallen in the areas I had started first. If I had been out that long surely I would have been royally frost bitten by now.
Jimmy was still talking at me while I looked around puzzled, "... nice hat by the way."
"Oh shit... yeah that reminds me. I have something for you." I leapt through the snow to my front door and cracked it open just wide enough to get the other package from Sedrick's off the chair just inside.
"Here, I got these for you." I walked over and tossed the bag to Jimmy.
"What's this?" he pulled the clothing from the bag and looked it over. His eyes widened at the sight of the black and white tiger stripes on the clothing.
"Something new I picked up today... you have really got to try them. I've been out here for a while and I don't feel cold at all."
"Thanks, maybe I'll try them in a bit. I want to get something to eat first. Thanks for doing my drive by the way." Jimmy turned and went up to his house.
I turned back to my shoveling but didn't feel in the mood for it any more. I just wanted to play in the snow. I threw my shovel down and jumped into the surrounding snow banks. Bounding and burrowing through the white I lost myself in the pleasure and fun of being outdoors, snow angels, target practice with snowballs, icicle popsicles and all the stuff I had forgotten I loved about the winter weather. I still felt really comfortable except I started to notice that my clothing was feeling very tight and constricting but mostly I ignored it and went about frolicking.
Soon enough though, my stomach was starting to remind me that I hadn't eaten anything lately, so I decided to take a break and head back inside. I shut the door behind me and stomped the snow off of my boots. Pulling off the gloves though, I received something of a surprise. After being forced into the odd three fingered gloves for so long my fingers didn't want to relax and come apart. My pinky and ring finger would only move together. I tried to pull them apart but it was no use, they were thoroughly stuck. I held my hand up closer to my face when I saw that the skin between them was actually starting to merge together.
I watched in fascination as on both hands the two fingers gradually became one. The nails had started to lengthen on all my fingers by now and grown out to form sharp claws. But if the gloves did this... what about the hat and scarf! I raced into the bathroom and flicked on the lights around the mirror. First I untied the scarf from around my face and neck. It looked like my jaw and face all the way up to my nose was a bit swollen. A funny looking rash was also spreading across my skin forming what appeared to be small spots. I swallowed hard as I reached a hand up and slowly started pulling off the cap. My hair appeared to be much shorter and much thicker but most of all what caused me to gasp was its color. It was mostly gray with dark black spots spread throughout; in fact, it looked just like the snow leopard pattern on the hat. My ears had also grown beneath the cap and now ended in distinct points.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, I couldn't figure out what was happening to me. Dazed and confused it struck me, call the store... they would know what to do about this. I ran out in to the living room and as I reached for the phone a saw the spotted fur was now starting to spread across the backs of my hands. I grabbed a phone book and flipped through it for the stores number but after dialing them up all I got was a prerecorded message informing me of their hours. I looked at the clock and sure enough they would have been closed by now. What am I going to do I thought, this is just too bizarre. Suddenly the tight feeling in the rest of my clothing intensified along with an incredible itch. I tried to get undressed but it was too late.
My coat started to rip apart at the seams as my arms and chest grew, I could only picture the incredible hulk as the coat tore apart across my back. I looked down and saw that my chest and arms had nearly doubled in size, large thick muscles rippled under sinewy skin that even as I watched started to sprout a coat of fine fur. The fur spread down to my abs and onto my hips where the waistline of my pants had become much too tight. My pants were positively bulging, both in the rear and in the front and only seconds later, preceded by a terrific ripping noise, a long fuzzy tail came shooting out from my rear end. As if that wasn't enough the front burst open exposing a small furry sheath that quickly grew larger and more massive as it moved halfway up my abs.
The rest of my pants and underwear fell away in scraps as my legs changed in size and shape. Becoming a little longer and more powerful, they scarcely looked human, especially with the rich layer of gray and black spotted fur. My feet began to ache as they expanded inside my boots; I sat down and hurriedly pulled them off. My feet were stretching and changing shape beneath my socks, lengthening and broadening a bit. I could feel my toes curl and scratch as suddenly sharp talons ripped apart the end of my socks. In the end, my feet were rather long and very animalistic, like a large cat.
I couldn't dwell on it long though as my ears popped and my jaw stretched and I yawned, opening wide as my skull changed shape. I staggered back to the bathroom to look at myself and nearly jumped as I could see my face reforming beneath the skin. Teeth lengthening, nose flattening, my jaw line pushing out from my face. I shut my eyes to block out the sight, when I opened them again they had changed too, becoming a golden brown and much more catlike. The seconds ticked past and only minutes after it had all started I had completely changed.
I looked into the mirror and couldn't believe that the image staring back was me. The creature in the mirror was taller than I was, more powerful too. With the body of a strong agile runner, muscles bulged underneath the taut skin. A long tail flicked about behind it, him, the thick sheath in the front was definitely male. Strong clawed hands held the edge of the sink in a vise-like grip, and its feline muzzle with its short nose, sharp teeth and delicate whiskers, was definitely not my face. The short dense fur that covered him from head to toe was charcoal gray and laced with dark ringed circles. No this wasn't me... it was something better.
I stood and flexed in front of the mirror, muscles visibly tensing beneath my fur. I shuddered as a chill went down my spine causing my fur to ripple. I wasn't sure what I should do next, I felt so energized and alive. My body was so much larger and stronger than before, and sexier too. Just standing there looking as myself as I ran my hands over my fur I started to feel aroused. My crotch started to swell and just the sensation of my new dick sliding out of my sheath was so intense, but I stopped, startled when I felt myself starting to purr.
Even as I grew more aroused, I became aware of how uncomfortable I was being inside. It was hot and stuffy and I could detect the smells of the various cleaning products I had used the day before and it bothered my nose. I bounded across the house to the front door and nearly clawed it apart trying to open it. Soon enough I was outside jumping around through the snow. I found it just as comfortable on all fours as I did running around on just my hind legs. I rolled around through the thick blanket of white and even climbed up into nearby trees only to leap down into the snow banks. Then I noticed the scent.
It was coming from next store at Jimmy's. I didn't recognize it at first. The more the scent drifted through my nostrils the more I realized it was Jimmy's scent, but it seemed to be changing somehow. Shit! The gloves! If they did this to me, what about Jimmy? I sprinted through the snow and up to his porch, reaching his door I pounded on it with a furry fist. He didn't answer but the smell of change was stronger over here, I could hear movement inside along with noise that sounded like grunting or growling.
"Jimmy, hey Jimmy! Open up, it's me, Alex!" Are you ok?"
"Urr...raahhh... go away! I can't, I...just go away!"
"Please Jimmy; I need to talk to you. I think I can...well I can't explain what's happening but maybe I know why."
I waited by the door as the seconds crawled by. Just when I was about to give up I heard the lock click and the door creaked open ever so slightly.
"Jimmy?"
I opened the screen door and slowly edged the other door open. Getting down on all fours I eased inside. All of the shades were pulled and the room was pitch dark but my eyes quickly adapted and I found I could see remarkably well. I could here Jimmy's heavy breathing over towards the corner and his strong scent filled the room. He was sitting back in the corner his head buried in his hands.
"Don't come any closer Alex, there's something wrong with me."
"What, you mean something like this?" I reached up and clicked on the lamp.
Jimmy turned away from the light trying to cover himself but I could see that he was different. His hands had strange markings and it looked like he had swirls of white in his black high and tight haircut. Finally he stopped cowering and looked up at me. Now, I wouldn't have though it possible to jump three feet in the air from a seated position, but he probably did.
"Holy shit Alex! What the hell happened to you? Fuck, what's happening to me?!" He stammered as he backed into the corner.
"Ummm well I'm not exactly sure but I think it has something to do with the gloves I bought. Did you wear the ones I gave you?"
Now that he was standing in front of me I could tell he wasn't as far gone as I was. In fact it looked like just his hands had changed though his head and face were covered in a fine white fur with black stripes, just like the tiger pattern on the gloves.
"Yeah! I wore the gloves and the hat but not the scarf. What are you anyway?"
I stood up proudly and stroked down my soft fur feeling my sinewy muscles ripple beneath the skin, "Some sort of snow leopard I think, that's what my gloves were. Yours were Siberian tiger so that's probably what you're changing into."
"Well how do we change back?! Is this permanent or something, what are we going to do?"
Jimmy started to panic and he seemed close to loosing it. I slowly walked over to him and placed my paws on his shoulders to hold him still.
"Its going to be okay, man. We'll figure this out. Actually, I kinda like it; I'm much stronger now than I ever was before." I grabbed him under the shoulders and lifted him off the floor with barely any effort. I could have probably held him up over my head if I had wanted to.
"Whoa! That is strong," Jimmy exclaimed as I set him down, genuinely impressed and calming down some. He started to look me over but when he looked down he quickly jerked his head back up again with an embarrassed smile on his face. "Uhh Alex? You feeling okay there?" he asked cocking his head indicating I should look down.
"Huh?" Unbeknownst to me, my dick had begun to stiffen, slowly emerging from its new home. I guess all off my preening and showing off for Jimmy was getting me turned on, either that, or it was the thought of how sexy Jimmy looked with those black and white stripes on his furry face.
"Oh sorry about that, I guess it has a mind of its own."
I dropped my paws down to cover myself but Jimmy stopped me. He looked down and slowly pulled my paws away from my pulsing cock.
"So that's what your dick looks like now? Wow that's wild, what does it feel like?"
I could scarcely believe what he was asking; it seemed too good to be true. Then I noticed a new scent mixing in with the odors of Jimmy's slow transformation. My nose told me it was arousal, the smell of sex. But it wasn't just coming from me. I looked at Jimmy and saw that his nostrils were flaring; he must have picked up on the scent too. His hands were practically resting on my hips as he held back my paws. By now my prick was fully hard, standing out to an impressive ten inches from the tip to where it disappeared into my furry sheath.
"Why don't you tell me what it feels like?" I said softly as I started sliding one of his hands over with a large paw.
His breath caught in his throat a bit and he shuddered when his hand finally made contact with my raging hard on. The short soft fur on his hand tickled but felt wonderful as his hand moved down my shaft, sliding along the smooth pink skin.
I noticed that, in addition to the plump furry sheath from which it had emerged, my dick was different than before. The skin was a deep pink almost red with a smooth blunt point at the tip instead of the circumcised mushroom head I was accustomed to. Also just below the "head" was a two inch area of raised nubs that encircled the shaft. I remembered from my biology courses in college that felines had spines on the penis but these were more like gentle ridges and smooth protruding bumps. When Jimmy's hand passed over them I felt as though I were going to blow right then and there, the stimulation of my dick through the nubs was like nothing I could have imagined.
My eyes closed to slits and my hands dropped away to my sides as Jimmy started to stroke my cock of his own accord. While he yanked and tugged on my dick, squeezing and pulling my arousal higher, he used his free hand to rub the fur than ran across my chest. I was so lost in the sensations I didn't even notice as he slowly fell down to his knees in front of me. However I did notice the warm wet feeling of his tongue on the tip of my dick. I jerked away from him suddenly but he lunged for my meat again. I had to hold his head back as he desperately tried to get his mouth around my cock.
"Jimmy! What are you doing?"
"I don't know... but I know I want to. Please man, I want to try this... I need to."
He looked up at me, his eyes pleading and hungry. I knew I wanted him to, with all my heart, but I didn't want him to regret it later. Even as I looked down at him something amazing happened. As I looked into his deep blue eyes, they started to shimmer slowly changing to a gleaming gold that caught and reflected the light. His pupils morphed into thin slits, giving his eyes a completely cat-like appearance.
My resolve melted away and I released his head. Immediately he dove forward, swallowing my cock in one fell swoop. His mouth felt so warm and wet as it tightly embraced my manhood, his tongue pressing firmly against my shaft. The bumps and ridges that lined my shaft seemed to add to the sensations of his tongue sliding across the skin. It was like no blow job I had ever experienced before. He bobbed in and out driving me deeper into his throat all the while sucking and slurping. I could actually feel my balls churning with their seed as an orgasm grew more inevitable. Jimmy never relented though and continued to work me over with newfound talent and enthusiasm. I held back as long as I could trying to postpone the moment of release, the building pressure within me felt so wonderful I wanted it to last forever.
Finally, I couldn't contain myself and I roared aloud as I blew off my massive load into his waiting throat. My knees buckled and shook as wave after wave of hot cum poured from my dick, I kept thrusting into Jimmy's face forcing him to take in every drop. I was still pumping when he had to pull away to catch his breath and several more jets of white plastered his face and ran down his neck and chest as he backed off.
Jimmy fell backwards but just as quickly jumped back up yelping in pain and surprise. He had landed directly on his new tail. Neither of us had been paying it any attention as it ripped itself free from the seat of his pants, but now we both stared as the long appendage covered in white fur ringed with black swung gently back and forth behind him. Jimmy looked back up at me grinning happily but it slowly changed from happy to devious. Without warning he pounced on top of me knocking me to my back. He was still smiling madly as drops of my own cum dripped off of him and landed on my furry chest.
Even as I stared up at him wondering what he was up to, his face became more bestial. His ears were pointed and his jaw line was just deformed enough to hint at a growing muzzle. He lay across my body when he suddenly moved in close and forcibly kissed my muzzle. His tongue extended further into my mouth than I would have thought possible and I tasted the unique combination of his animal lust and my own spent seed.
He roughly humped away on top of me grinding his crotch against my resurging erection. I could tell the bulge in his pants was shifting and growing larger by the second as his hips thrust into mine. Unexpectedly a great ripping sound punctuated the air, interrupting our grunts and groans of pleasure. His button fly popped apart ripping away as his mammoth cock broke free of its cloth restraints. This monster sized organ flopped out landing heavily on my furry stomach. It was easily two inches across and well over a foot long from the tip to where it disappeared into Jimmy's thick pulsing sheath. It had the same sleek tapered look and smooth ridges as mine, only larger. Most surprising was the stark white color of his tender flesh, as bright and vibrant as new fallen snow.
Jimmy was just as surprised as I was at the sight of his dick, but that only slowed him down a moment, just long enough to examine the claws on the tips of his fingers and use them to shred away the rest of the clothes he still wore. A solid coat of fur now covered the rest of his body; his rippling muscles looked even more impressive with the accents of the black stripes in the white fur. It looked like he was still growing too, his arm and torso lengthening and adding more muscle as they did.
His massive white prick towered above me slowly dripping with clear pre-fluid. His hands continued to increase in size as he ran them across my chest through my fur. Jimmy was strong before but if my increase in muscle mass was impressive his was truly spectacular. He could have easily rivaled the best body builders but the beautiful coat of fur he wore gave him a softer look not like the over-juiced appearance the pro's all have. He thrust his hips against mine, creating a wonderful friction between our surging cocks. I was in heaven as the soft fur of his stomach and chest rubbed across my exposed dick as he slipped lower, hovering between my legs.
Jimmy continued to drive into me, starting to growl with lust and pleasure, his hot spire of flesh grew closer to my ass. For a moment he hesitated, a glimmer of uneasy doubt flashed in his eyes but was quickly replaced by lust and longing, my moans of joy filled the room as he filled me. Every ridge and bump of his cock excited me as he pushed deeper inside. I had never been fucked by anything so massive before and I can't remember it ever feeling better. The fur on his stomach played across my own cock further stimulating it. I wanted to reach down and grab it but I found that I needed my arms to my sides to keep from being plowed away by his powerful thrusts.
For the second time in only a matter of minutes I felt an orgasm building in my loins. Jimmy's pace quickened and he leaned into me even more, moving in closer until our new muzzles met. The awkward way we mouthed at each other in no way diminished the passion I felt from him. Our tongues mingled occasionally smacking each other's noses as my arousal swelled. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I never wanted it to end. My entire body suddenly tensed and threw my head back and roared, my cock throbbed and jumped, squirting gobs of cream that covered my chest. The great loads of seed started to soak into my fur, pushed in more as Jimmy rubbed against me, sticky strands infiltrating his new fur coat as well.
The massive hunk of a tiger wasn't though yet though, as he continued to pummel my rapidly numbing ass. He was growling louder now as well, large sharp teeth barred, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he grunted and panted. Both his pace and his breathing quickened and I could tell he was close to cumming. I looked up at him and smiled as he went slightly cross-eyed just before he blew, his hot spunk burning in my ass as he filled me. The heat was phenomenal, and it just kept flowing. Jet after jet flowed into me, near to the point of bursting. It added to the pressure and weight of his gargantuan cock in my guts, ultimately leaking out and pooling around my tail on the floor.
When at last his orgasm subsided, Jimmy pulled himself free then collapsed down on the floor beside me. He was still panting heavily; the warm rush of his breath tickled my ear, making it twitch. I looked over at him and shook my head in disbelief, as for what he just did as for the massive and sexy creature he had become. His face still held his human expressions but the short muzzle and square jaw line looked very much like a tiger. The short dense fur hugged his body close, accentuating his muscle mass in all the right areas.
Part of my mind told me I should be concerned about the changes in us, but that part was a small and shrinking one. The more I pondered it the more I realized I liked what was happening, I only wanted to run and play in the snow, and spend every moment with Jimmy.
Jimmy sighed next to me, "is it just me or is it really hot in here?'
I giggled, "You do look pretty hot, especially those stripes."
"Hmmm, well I think spots are sexy," he added, sitting up and using a massive paw to play connect the dots across my chest.
"Oh yeah? If you want 'em you're gonna have to catch me first." I playfully shoved him aside and made a break for the door.
I barely made it out the door before I was tackled and thrown down to the snow by a mass of black and white fur. The sun was starting to move lower and the sky and cast long shadows through the bare tree branches above, it made Jimmy nearly invisible. The snow and cold scarcely penetrated our fur as we roughhoused in the yard. Sometimes I would catch Jimmy looking himself over in wonder and I would take the opportunity to blindside him with a barrage of snowballs.
Even as the sun disappeared and darkness set in I didn't want the fun to end. Fortunately our new eyes had much better vision and the increasing cold still was no bother. Eventually we did decide to go in, if for nothing more than a chance to get something to eat. It took a little while to shake all the snow from our fur. After we ravaged the kitchen we were sitting together on the couch, I had my head in his lap as he scratched my ears when I noticed the message light flashing on my answering machine.
"Good afternoon Mr. Kraus. I'm calling from Gene-Pool sportswear. Our records show that you purchased some of our new line of winter clothing today. By now you should be acquainted with some of our product's unique features. As such we would like to invite you and a guest to join our research and development team at our new facility in Northern Canada."
I sat up and Jimmy looked at me questioningly, but I didn't really know any more than he did so I just shrugged.
"I can assure you that our benefits and compensation package are second to none and you will be extremely comfortable in the community we have set up. We will take care of all personal matters for you so you can join our company immediately."
"Transportation will be waiting for you tomorrow at 5 A.M. in front of the sporting goods store where you purchased the clothing. There is no need to bring anything as you will be provided with everything that you need. Thank you and we look forward to seeing you."
By now we were both standing over the answering machine as the message finished. For me, there was no doubt, I definitely wanted to go, there was nothing keeping me in my current life anyway. I wasn't sure Jimmy felt the same way though.
"So what do you think?"
"I don't think we have that much of a choice Alex, but really I don't care. So long as we're together."
I grinned from ear to ear and hugged the massive tiger. "You know Jimmy, I didn't like the cold that much before, but I guess it's not so bad after all."
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"What's friendship's realest measure? I'll tell you. The amount of precious time you'll squander on someone else's calamities and fuck-ups." - Richard Ford
Sarah stood in the corner of the kitchen, periodically leaning back to eye Liz who was playing Xbox with Michael. She didn't hate her as such. It was just that she could be a little brash sometimes when it comes to dealing with people that she collectively labeled as annoying. True, Sarah was partially at fault for the whole feud, but that didn't mean that she was going to apologize. After all Liz was the one who started it all and as such, she should make the first move. She recalled North's comment about killing her dog with a shovel and laughed, prompting the cat to move his gaze from the steak that cooked in the pan to the coyote. He eyed her and smiled that adorable smile of his. Sarah felt something tug on her from the inside and went red, her face composing itself into a neutral mask. She tried her best to look as if something by the door caught her attention. The sweet smell of freshly-made food flooded her nostrils and she poured herself another glass, her second this evening. Her mind drifted to the window and she looked out, into the fading day. Already the sun fell behind the city and the streetlights were about to come on.
"Watch this." North said and instantly caught Sarah's attention. She crossed her arms and smirked, waiting for everything to go terribly wrong. North deftly grabbed the end of the pan, tugged, and flipped the steak over, the hissing of raw meat against a hot surface erupting from the stovetop. He stepped away from the stove and did a little bow, Sarah doing a little joke applause to complete the moment. The boy was trying his hardest to impress her and it showed. Sarah couldn't help but feel rotten about the fact that he was trying this hard and all she did was watch him over the rim of her wineglass. Maybe she should turn her charm on. That way she'd have North wrapped around her finger in a matter of minutes. But a part of her didn't want to. The fact that she was a romantic person was well-known to her and she wanted him to make the first move, if he was interested. It was entirely possible that he played for the other team. Shit, she thought to herself and winced, if he was gay and she did try something, she'd get shot down spectacularly. Briefly she thought about consulting Michael. Once again she leaned back and looked into the living room. Liz lay on Michael's chest as he played a game, the two of them talking quietly. The possibility of asking the eagle for advice disappeared at once. He had his hands full already.
North finished the third steak. It was cooked to perfection, the meat pink in places, with the majority of it a golden brown colour. Not to mention that it smelled delicious. He still had it, and he had it good. Occasionally he shot glances at Sarah out of his covered eye, making sure that she was perfectly unaware of the fact that he could see everything she did. The way she looked at him when she thought that he wasn't looking reminded him of fifth grade. North was an introvert and a nerd, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. A plan formulated itself in his mind. Sarah was eliminating the wine with considerable speed, but it was obvious that she knew her limits. She had just enough to get her tipsy but not enough to get her drunk. Self-control was a trait that North greatly admired. Music broke the silence as the stereo in the living room flickered to life, light Jazz drifting into the kitchen. At once he noticed how Sarah swayed in time with the music in that way that only musicians did. He noticed that her foot was tapping in rhythm and that she hit all the right notes with her paw. Maybe she knew the piece from before? He had to ask her later that evening.
Liz lay in Michael's lap and looked upwards towards eagle who had his eyes glued to the TV as he tried to beat North's high score in Geometry Wars. The snow leopard had no idea what the high score was but knowing their roommate, it was something ridiculous. She ran her paw over Michael's shirtfront tenderly, just softly enough not to put anything out of place. He paused the game and dropped the controller on the table, the TV turning off with a beep. His breathing calmed once again and he touched her paw, Liz responding by wrapping her fingers around his. She knew that in time the nearness they shared now would fade as the novelty wore off. But she tried not to think of it. For now she was as happy as she could be, save for that bitch in the kitchen.
"I don't understand what you two are fighting over." Michael said and lit a cigarette "If only you'd tell me what started this thing. I think I have the right to know, don't you think?"
Liz sighed and rolled her eyes, but not out of frustration. It was just that Michael knew exactly how to weedle something out of her and he never cut corners. He'd use every trick in the book and she humored him. But she genuinely wanted to let him into her life, fully and with no holds barred. Growing up, she had no one to share her thoughts with and she wanted to be as close to him as possible. Smiling, she felt that warmth within herself again and ran the back of her paw against his face, feeling an unshaven stubble against her skin.
"It all began when we first met. She's a violinist who practices a lot during the day and back then, I worked the night shift at a 7-11." Liz said and sighed "I've been so goddamn harsh on her when we first spoke but I apologized later. She wouldn't have any of it."
"Don't you think she was within her rights to do so?" Michael asked as Liz closed her eyes and ran her paw up and down his back "If someone acted like that towards me for no reason, I'd be pretty pissedff too."
"Well, I suppose..." Liz began but Michael cut her off. "We're having a party and we're still waiting for our second guest, whoever they might be. Please don't let a stupid feud ruin this. I always wanted to be on good terms with my neighbours. Besides, we share a balcony." He said and she got up off his lap "Get drunk, do whatever you need to, but do apologize. Promise me as much, okay?"
"I will, Michael." She replied and grabbed her arm, her gaze dropping at the floor out of shame. In their relationship, he was no doubt the 'straight man', the resident reality checker. And for good reason too, she reminded herself. She was a manic depressive after all. Sometimes she needed a push in the right direction. Naturally, she would reciprocate as soon as possible. Michael deserved it. A relationship is a lot of work, Liz reminded herself, and each action has an equal and opposite reaction. They were teenagers no longer and simply being in love wasn't enough. Now they were a team, and she loved that fact. Nobody else would watch her back as well as he did. They've only been together for a few days now and already she believed that if he were to leave her, she'd just drop all of her failsafes and do something drastic. And now he was kissing her again for the nth time that day. The way he tasted always took her out of this 24/7 newscast of disasters that kept playing in her head and reminded her that he was still here, and not leaving. This is here, this is now.
"Where ya from, North?" Sarah asked and watched him put some pasta on out of the corner of her eye. His delicate maneuvers made the whole thing seem insanely easy. With a flick of his wrist he deposited an entire load of spaghetti into the pot and turned the heat up, all the while bobbing to the music that came from the living room. At some point, it went from delicate jazz to dance, and North wasted no time adjusting his movements accordingly.
"I'm from this little town in the middle of Illinois that you probably never heard of." He replied and did a little knife-hand, awaiting a drop. It came like a train laden with explosives, the room suddenly coming alive with a deep electric bass melody. Sarah found herself tapping along to the quaint little tune. "Try me." she interjected, North practically breaking it down in front of the fridge as he picked out another bottle of wine, this one white. He handed her the bottle. "Crack her open for me, will ya? LCD Soundsystem is on an that means that the party is on." Sarah did as she was told, watching the cat's moonwalk imitation with a smirk.
"The town in question is called Joliet." He said and sidestepped to the stove, turning the dials with a bounce in his step "Everyone knew everyone. Michael lived across the street from me and we became tight friends in no time. Eventually we left for college and my mother moved away. Now I just see it in a bunch of old photos I have lying around."
Sarah turned towards the window and stared out of it. North's story was riddled with juxtapositions. It was bittersweet in a strange way. Slowly she turned towards him and found him once again fully immersed in his work, his single lonely eye flying over the pots and pans as he tried so damn hard to make everything perfect. But there was sadness in that eye of his, sadness that touched her in a strange way, making her feel almost sorry that the only stories she could share were ones of a wholesome family and always being in one place. The cat seemed out of place even now, in the company of people he loosely considered friends, with the exception of Michael.
"I can see that question in your mouth all the way from here." He said out of the blue, prompting Sarah to turn around and look him straight in the eye "My father was a son of a bitch if my mother is to be trusted. He died when I was two years old and she was quite happy that he did. I found that to be very strange but I never worried. Maybe she never forgave him that he just laid down and died. Who can tell anymore?"
North's last sentence almost brought tears to her eyes. He was right in every way. Who could even tell anymore these days? Sometimes she sat up all night with the news playing on her laptop, wondering if she was the only one waiting for everything to go to hell. And now she met him, someone for whom everything went to hell a long time ago. It didn't matter. He enjoyed the now, the here, bouncing around on his heels to a tune by the name of "Drunk Girls". If she opened the dictionary and looked up 'bittersweet', she'd find a description of this very moment. As tenderly as she could, she put her paw on his and looked into that eye of his, blue and bloodshot. He cracked the widest smile she had ever seen, a smile that told her that he smiled because he had to.
Together they watched cars drift past the windows like giant fish lost in some fantastic fishbowl, one of his paws still busy with adjusting the pans, the dials, the steaks, and so on while the other remained firmly on hers, not letting go. Everything's happening to quickly nowadays, Sarah found herself thinking, but this is just what I wanted. I wanted someone with a story and I found him. But still the silent reminder that she shouldn't get ahead of herself pounded on the back of her consciousness. He pulled his paw away from underneath hers and made for the refrigerator when the sound of a doorbell cut the minute they shared in half.
With a sigh that reeked of annoyance, Sarah opened the door and came face to face with a cervine creature in a leather jacket and a worn band shirt, a wide smile plastered on its face. His face, she noticed a moment later when her alcohol-drowned brain connected the dots. He gleefully shook her hand and greeted her, looking behind her to see if there was anyone else. Hampton spotted the cat he had seen somewhere before hammering away at the stove in time to the beat of the music. Michael appeared a few seconds later with Liz in tow. The latter smiled widely when she laid her eyes upon him and practically pushed her way past Sarah, allowing Hampton safe passage into the living room. As they exchanged pleasantries and greetings, some confused, others friendly in nature, Sarah shrugged and followed them.
"It's great to see you again, Dr. Hampton." Liz said earnestly and stepped aside to let him and Michael shake hands "This is Michael, as I'm sure you're well aware."
"I am but I'm fairly certain that he doesn't remember me." Michael looked between his girlfriend and the guest in confusion, unaware of what he should think "And please, call me Adam. 'Dr. Hampton' just makes me feel old."
"Who are you again?" Michael asked, a perturbed look on his face as he tried his best to recall whether or not he knew the man from somewhere, his memory of the entire week reduced to a bunch of black holes. "I was the one supervising your treatment when you came in for that concussion a couple of days ago." Adam replied and looked around himself "No wonder you don't remember. You were in bad shape. Speaking of, how are you doing?"
"I hope this isn't a housecall, Adam." Michael said and sat down on the sofa, crossing one of his legs over the other "I'm fine, as you can see. No headaches anymore, and I can cope with the light."
"That's good and no, this isn't a housecall." Adam replied and sat opposite of Michael, carefully eyeing the coyote that was watching them from the kitchen "Liz invited me over for dinner and since I've got tonight and tomorrow morning off, I figured I might as well come."
Sarah sauntered into the living room, flanked by North whose apron bore the scars of a night rich with cooking. They took turns introducing themselves, the deer smiling kindly at each of them. After a few minutes of small talk North broke the silence by announcing that dinner was ready.
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Let me tell you what, I'm in a good mood. I just can't help meself! Christmas lights, Christmas songs, Christmas outfits on pretty girls, and Christmas booze. Hi, I'm Derrick, and this is part five of my story. I'll be done after this, so I want to make this one a good'un. I'll start this show off on a non-particular day at work, where my old boss let me come back to put some time in, seeing as it was the holidays and I needed some cash.
"Hey, beautiful." That was said to me, not the other way around. Jess, the hottie bartender, slid up next to me behind the bar and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and returned the kiss, though I caught her more on the lips, and she fixed our buss so it was something a tongue could come out and dance to. We are in Rotterdale, after all.
The owner came around to scold us, though even she was too full of the holiday cheer (also known as "Julie's Nog") to give us anything less than a huge smile when she did. Jess took off with a smile of her own as well as a wink, and her skirt mysteriously flipped up with her hop off. "See you later, beautiful," she said.
Damn, that Jess has a sweet ass. Being that it's the holidays, I just might take that for a Christmas spin. Shit, maybe tonight. Normally I never would, but she was so happy to see me when I got back, and I just can't think of unpleasant things lately.
It was boxing day at Julie's. Not the day after Christmas, more like the first Sunday of the month that saw boxing all day. Those that didn't go to Rotterdale Event Center to watch the show live came instead to Julie's to watch on any one of our rather large screens (too big to watch "The Big Game" in public, but nobody gives a fuck about that professional shit in this town), keeping us busy all day long. My dear girlfriend Cindy had secured herself a permanent stool next to her twin Sara, who was making eyes at me all day. The two would occasionally slip outdoors to stretch their legs, but they'd always return to keep me company whilst I "kept the wicks greased."
This doesn't matter, but that was a really bad metaphor for getting the locals drunk. See, our town mascot is "The Bomb." Big, round, shiny black ones with long, erect, err... fuzes. Fuze, wick, alcohol, saturation; you let that image work for you however you want. I just smile and serve the drinks.
I leaned in for a kiss with Cindy, who, after delighting my lips with hers, turned my chin to face Sara to get more of the same. Me, I was serving behind the bar with Jess, who always pulled the all-pay-per-view shift on boxing day. Cindy and Sara had just watched me kissing Jess with smiles on their eyes; it was well known I was dating Cindy at that time and that she'd "remained faithful" to me during my "absence", so it was quite impressive for me to mack on the barmaid in front of her and her sister (very much in public, anyways; neither of them cared), whom was rumored to share in on mine and Cindy's relationship.
"She's pretty," Cindy said to me after one more over-the-bar kiss, referring to barmaid Jill. Once again, like clockwork, she used her chin to nudge my face to her right, where her twin's warm lips were waiting to greet me. "I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet."
I let my tongue linger with Sara's for just a moment more. "I have," I said, propping myself up on my elbows, leaning across the bar. "Like, almost a year ago now."
"Was she any good?" Cindy was on an elbow of her own, and her fingers were tracing mine on the bar. Sara was watching the screen idly, but her own fingers were curling themselves through a loose strand of her twin's hair.
"Eh." Despite having honestly enjoyed my time with Jess, I wasn't above a little harmless flattery that expressed the absurd idea that no cooter was worth mentioning in the presence of modelesque Cindy. Something like that.
She took it as encouragement. "I'm sure she's got better in a year, with all the attention she gets working here. You should try her again."
In response, I leaned in again and kissed her more earnestly. Sara's hand landed on where ours were joined, and when I backed away, I saw Cindy had been caressing Sara behind her neck as though it was her she was kissing. Then she gave her that look like there was a secret between the two, a secret that I happened to know. It was enough to give a fourth-grader a beaming erection. Me, I was a mature adult. I waited until their lips briefly brushed together before my "Christmas tree" "got turned on", which I could get away with, it being hidden behind the bar.
The sleigh bells hanging over the door rang, the nearest waiter hollered out the house greeting, and many sets of eyes were cast to the door, and no one was disappointed. Dressed in a fine winter coat, boots, and jeans was Salamandy Ravenlock, a woman with whom I shared a special and rather surprising love of late. She saw me right away and rushed right over.
Cindy and Sara were also staring, and to my surprise, they were both smiling rather pleasantly, and their smiles persisted even until Sally pulled up next to them at the bar to kiss me over the counter. I think I was setting a record for how many different women's tongues I had in my mouth that day. She glanced shyly at her twin sisters, but they seemed happy to see her. That's strange, by the way. There's always been great tension between them, like mixing Carolina-Blue and Duke-Blue in the wash. Your clothes just come out looking like they've been through war.
"Hi, Mandy," Cindy said rather enthusiastically. She even reached for her neck and pulled her close until they were kissing. Sara and I were watching closely along with other patrons, and we weren't disappointed when Cindy pushed forward, parting her jaws to let her tongue press forward. Mandy's mouth opened in response, and those as close as Sara and I could see their tongues dance for a brief moment through the parting of their lips.
When Cindy let go, she was beaming, and Sally didn't have a chance to think about it before Sara went for a turn of her own. Always determined to outdo her twin, Sara let her tongue linger a little longer, parted her lips for the two of us to see a little bit better, moaned ever so quietly.
"So... umm... I was wondering..." Sally was actually looking flustered. I'd caused that look on her face several times in private, but I'd never seen her looking so vulnerable in public. "So... Derrick..." Her eyes flashed back to the twins as though they were a wall between Sally and me. "The girls and I, we were gonna... if you wanted... do you wanna come to a party?"
She then looked to the twins, who were simply giving her their attention rather than being noisy between themselves as they were wont to do when anyone on the planet tried to get their attention. "You guys can come too, if you want. It's just a couple of friends and family, nothing too crazy."
"Hard to imagine that party being small if you're inviting all your sisters," I joked, trying to ease the apparent tension. I turns out I needn't have worried; Cindy was quick to recommend to both Sara and me that we accompany her, since she was definitely going and could hardly go without her boyfriend or her twin.
"You wanna watch the main event with us?" Sara then asked after agreeing to make an appearance. She was very much her own person, and she would just as soon go off to a party by herself as go with her twin. Still, I felt the same warmth in her as Cindy in being so painstakingly kind to her raven-haired sister. Cindy and Sara are achingly blond, by the way.
Sally nervously took a stool next to Sara. Jess, always having an eye for pretty girls, scooted up before I could blink, handing Sally a menu. "Drink, beautiful?"
Didn't she just call me that? Sally ordered something with quite a bit of alcohol, then she got stuck between a steak and a certain soup that had originated in the Garden.
"Why don't you get them both?" Sara offered. "I'll help you with it."
"And some hot wings," Cindy added.
"Haven't you guys been here all day? You haven't eaten yet."
"It's dinner time," Cindy snot.
"What makes you think we've been here all day?"
"Your cushions have ass-marks in them."
Am I dreaming, or are these three actually getting along?
The three of them slaughtered the food when it arrived, and Sally killed two hefty nogs besides joining her sisters in the obligatory pint of stout that went with Rotterdale boxing. She got up to leave along with everyone else when the show ended, and both the twins gave her long hugs goodbye. I got one as well, though I had to take a break so she could have a private word with me outside. That private word turned out to be a very long kiss, which she ended by letting me know how very much she was looking forward to having me at the party.
The twins were there, again, watching me kissing Sally this time. What a strange feeling that was, kissing the girl I loved while my girlfriend and my consort watched on. I only knew for sure that whatever I was feeling for Sally, there was something buried inside her that felt the same way. I couldn't feel shame about kissing her if I wanted to.
When she was gone, Cindy jerked her head, as a person does, towards the back where the employees take their breaks. She and Sara looked quite delicious wrapped up in their coats again, and soon both pairs of arms were wrapped around me, both pairs of lips taking advantage of my break. When it was just the three of us, I couldn't much tell one from the other. Not from the way they looked, and not from the way they acted.
Normally Cindy would come visit me at work to spend my breaks with me, and we'd make out roughly just for the hell of it. Nothing too much, just a little mutual benefit as long as we were pretending to date. She'd stop short of teasing me too much because she had too much code to work me up without sleeping with me, so I was wondering what was going on this particular night. She was kissing me as roughly as usual, but her hands were going wild on me, prompting both Sara and me to grope whatever was in sight just to keep up.
When she was on break from kissing me, she made sure I was kissing Sara with everything I had while she went for my ear, which I loved. "Harder," she demanded, "deeper. If she thinks you're showing favorites, I won't get any from her tonight. Grab her ass like you mean it." She covered my hand and squeezed down on her sister's ass hard enough to make her squeak.
My hand went up to cup Cindy's cheek in support, but she pulled it quickly to her breast. Sara caught the act, and she made me do the same to her with my free hand. Me, I like holding a woman tightly to me when I fondle her, so I pushed them both against the cold building wall so my hands would have purchase against their bodies whilst I groped them both.
The golden goddesses, these twins. Their breath came out frozen, their cheeks were rosy, and their blond locks were spilling across their broad winter coats, free from the knitted hats they'd left inside. I loved the sight, and I loved touching them even more, something of a rare opportunity for me. They gasped and moaned as I ran my hands along their smooth torsos, ending always on their matching breasts that filled my hands so well. Their coats were open, leaving me to caress them through their zip-up wool sweaters whose necks rose all the way up their throats. I pushed these turtlenecks down with my lips so I could have their necks to myself.
I abandoned their breasts to touch their faces briefly. Both gave a kiss to my fingertips when my hands crossed over their mouths, and it was with great anticipation that I turned their chins inward towards one-another. They kissed, and I could feel all the blood drain out of my brain and into my dick. I knew the kiss of two people that knew they were going to make love that night, and that's what I saw in those two.
I reached back down again, this time catching Cindy's zipper while sweeping my hand around Sara's waist to dip my hand into her pants to grasp her bare ass. When I got Cindy's zipper down far enough, I slid my hand out of Sara's pants and took a hold of her hand, which she was using to pull her sister's face hard into hers, and slid it down, down into Cindy's open sweater, down to grasp the exposed breast.
I then took over Sara, kissing her, letting Cindy enjoy being touched. Sara let her other hand cover her other breast of her own violation, then we broke our kiss to stare cheek-to-cheek at her sister, moaning at her sister pinching her nipples. I moved behind Cindy and held Sara close so that their breasts were crushed together, then I pulled down on Sara's head, leading her to Cindy's tits. While I didn't get conjugal visits from either of them since that one night Sara and I had sex on the day I met them both, one thing they always encouraged me to do was to direct the action between the two of them. Sara was more than happy to suck her twin's tits for me.
I don't know what came over me, but I started working on my belt, and then Cindy's. I wanted to pork her from behind, out in the near-snow, like five minutes into my break being over, not even dark yet. But alas, it was not to be. She put her hand on mine, pulled it to her lips, and kissed it.
"Kiss my sister," she whispered into my ear rather than rebuttal me. She helped her Sara come back up, and as we locked lips, she settled into my ear, "That girl looks pretty. Take good care of her tonight. You're such a good boyfriend."
She zipped her top up and led her sister away by the hand like usual. Sara turned back and waved to me, saying, "Goodbye, Derrick," with a smile. I was left alone with one of the worst erections in my life and rather cold hands. I was rescued by Jess, who was done for the night and came out back to pollute her lungs.
"Hey, Derrick," she said in a much less flirtatious manner than while on-shift. She was tired; hell, I was tired. "You got a light?"
"I got something better than a light," I said with a sudden burst of erection. She looked at me expectantly, but I grabbed her and kissed her.
"My my," she cooed, "someone's girlfriend left him high and dry?"
"My apartment's in Raleigh," I said. "We'd better take off; traffic sucks there."
She looked at me, looked at her cigarette, looked down, bit her lip, then threw her cigarette over her shoulder as we headed off to the nearest trolley stop at a brisk pace.
When I got back from "Macedonia," let's say that while I finally had a place to live away from the nest, the new place also contained my sister, which after the events in Macedonia seemed a bit too uncomfortable. Still, I continued to buck up rent for sweet Reo while rooming up with Bill instead.
Bill had moved to Raleigh because that's where they have affordable housing, but he works up north. He let me slide up to his spot for the time being under the circumstances, but down the grapevine Sally found out I was working overtime to pay rent on both places, so she worked out something with her dad so that he'd pay my share on my retainer at Reo's. I've even got spending money now.
Going to Raleigh from Rotterdizzle takes all of ten minutes once you get to the train, but the inner-city traffic to the apartment building can take an hour. Let me tell you what, my wonderful audience, that hour ten is much more fun when you've got a frisky, inebriated bar maiden going with you. It seemed she was looking forward to the coming night rather than just going to her own boring home with the lonely tree and no presents under it with nothing tasty in the fridge.
We knocked into the door once we found the right one; Jess was kissing me pretty vigorously and she was fairly inside my pants. The door recognized me and swung open for me, and I fell in after it with her landing on top of me. I yanked off everything she had on up top in one pull, and we took eight seconds to just kiss before she set out to work on my pants.
"Wuzgoinonhere?" Bill said from the bedroom door. The apartment is only two rooms, by the way. You think Jess would've minded if I told her my roommate was asleep so I'd have to fuck her on the couch?
"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Jess giggled from astride me. Her breasts in her bra jiggled with her.
"Yeah," Bill said. He looked a little miffed.
"Aww... why don't you come get some? Roommate rules, right?"
"Huh?" I said.
"'Wake him up, invite him in,'" she quoted.
Bill and I looked at each other, looked at her, shrugged... "Fuck it; you ain't my fuckin' woman." I said that, by the way. She wanted to share, so be it.
There was some discussion about whose bed we'd romp in, but it wasn't like it mattered because both were too small. We ended up on the pullut bed anyways, only Jess first went to take a shower. And believe me, when you pull a shift like that in a hot, wet bar full of people, you do not want to get into bed without bathing first. To "save time and hot water" I went in with her, really just getting first dibs since I were the one to brought her home. But when we got out, Bill had put coffee on, getting him a big kiss from Jess.
We tumbled around on the bed for a while, fixing to culminate with Bill giving the broadside to Jess. Then she hit us with it: "I want you to suck him off," she says to me.
"I'm good," Bill says instead. I've got a rather similar look on my face.
"Oh, come on," she insists. "How many times have you talked two girls into getting into bed, and in like, five minutes, it's all, 'come on, kiss each other.'"
"I don't wanna kiss him, either," Bill says.
"Besides, that's Sam you're thinking of," I reminded her. Sam plays the field, chats up the woman. Can't blame it on us, can she?
"Aren't you the one that keeps saying this town is sick?" she asked me.
I shuffled around uncomfortably, though her hand jerking on my cock was rather pleasant. Barmaid indeed. "Technically, I said the town has a sickness."
"And why is that?"
Somewhere between a sigh of defeat and one of rather intense physical pleasure, I said, "Because men and women can't get along for the time they're out of bed."
"And that doesn't have at all to do with we girls can't get fair turnabout? Come on, boys. Show a girl a good time. For every girl that got her roommate into the action when she brought a boy home."
"But all girls are bi," Bill attempted.
"I'm not, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see something hot once in a while."
Fuck it. It's Christmas, and Jess is pretty cool. After the excursion with Sally, I was ready to take it on faith that there were a few women out there who you could do something genuinely nice for that wouldn't stab you in the ass later. I grabbed hold of Bill's prick and pulled it out of Jess' pussy. Having already decided my path, I didn't fart around into wrapping my lips around it and going to town.
Bill didn't seem quite so ready for the new experience. "Wait, dude, I didn't... whoa."
"Oh my god, you're actually doing it," Jess said, her face a picture of disbelief.
"You want me to stop?"
"Hell no; that's sooo fucking hot." She put her face right next to mine to watch me suck Bill's dick. Honestly, I don't remember ever seeing a girl so happy in bed. Without me touching her, that is. She felt my lips stretched around him, felt my throat, then reached all the way down to my own dick to stroke me in support. She licked the rest of his cock hanging out (I may have been feeling helpful, but I wasn't about to try deep-throating a motherfucker), sucked his balls, bit his thighs, all that. Eventually went all the day down his legs where my cock was located, and she started sucking me off.
Now, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that was an experience. Jess, being at least as experienced in bed as I was, knew how to suck a good dick, but there were little imperfections: Not going deep enough, having bad timing, not putting her tongue in the right spot, all that shit. Men and women was built to fornicate, but when it comes to matters of oral sex, apparently gay is the only way. Bill, he was moaning and writhing like I was doing something right, and you know how I like to please a woman in bed. Bill may be a guy, but kiss my ass if I wasn't getting off on getting him off.
Short story even shorter (I could go twelve pages with this shit; I'm trying to cut back since this chapter's gonna be long), I ain't got off since I been in the shower, so I popped my cookies off right in Jess' mouth whilst I was blowing off Bill. Jess, she gets right up to Bill and plants one on him, and I know he's about to get a
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mouthful of somethin' he don't necessarily want in his mouth.
She got her hand on my head to keep me where I were, and the entire time she was whispering naughty shit into his ear, amongst which was "come in his mouth." He did, and he wasn't the only one mouthful of something strange. Only me, I snowballed Jess with it, though I didn't get away without swallowing any.
"So?" she asks, "how was it?"
"I donno, like sucking a dick," I said. "Mostly what I thought it'd be like, only, it's a guy, you know?"
"What the fuck? You've thought about sucking dick?" Bill asked, genuinely surprised.
Jess seemed putff. "Hold on, now! He's being a man about it at least."
"I'll give you a man," he countered, and he went down on her like he had something to prove. Me, I got my cock handled a bit more, and I took care of Jess' upper half. Now that I think of it, things are easier in bed when everybody's participating. Bill and I, we were mostly fighting over Jess. We both got hard around the same time, and we both wanted more of that pussy. But Jess, she said one of her fantasies was to get both at once, so there we was, both dicks all up in there at one time. And boy, I've never seen a chick moan like that.
"I wanna watch you fuck him so bad," she moaned. I think she was talking to me.
Wait, what?
"Now hold on just a minute," Bill said.
"Just do it; jeesh," Jess insisted. "No one's forcing you, but it's not like it's gonna kill you or anything. At least you'll know rather than be all chicken-shit about something you've got absolutely no idea about."
For all her spitfire, she sounded rather genuine. That, and she was already on her way down south to... what in blazes? lick his ass. I may have done that a few times in my day, but only on a woman. Sucking dick was one thing, but that would've been going a bit too far for me. Guy's asses are all oily and hairy. But rather than watch (and probably retch) I figured there was something waiting on me. Down I went, leaving the pussy behind to go lick on her butthole. I figure if I got to stick my measuring stick up someone's ass, I may as well get both.
That actually took a while. Though Jess didn't object to me tonguing (and in a few minutes, fingering) her butthole, it was taking her quite a long time to get used to it, so she kept telling me to slow down. It was worse with Bill, who had clearly never so much as thought about having something up there. I'm sure that after that night, he appreciated women taking it up the ass from him much more, though the rest of the boys and I would throw it around the campfire that he never had anything like that before. If they ever managed to find out about tonight.
I ended up only getting Bill while Bill reaped the rewards of my hard work on Jess, and at the same time, too. We were lying on our sides in a row, and Jess wouldn't let us stop until all three of us came. It was easy for Jess, who I found out friggs herself on her side when she's getting off in her private time, and it was that much easier when she was getting drilled from behind. Bill, as I understand it, had a hard time because... yeah.
Me, Jess said something about "an asshole is an asshole." Try saying that when you've got another man's oily, hairy ass in your face, and you have to put up with the noise he makes when you keep thrusting your dick up into it, and he don't want you grabbing onto his hips or nothing for leverage. It was all I could do to forget about the whole thing and get off a third time.
To finish up, Jess sucked us both off right after we were finished, which is something I ain't never had the likes of; I honestly didn't know chicks did that. Being that I was the one to bring her home, I slept with her on that bed while Bill went to the bedroom alone. I think he needed some quiet time anyways.
"Thanks for everything, Derrick," Jess said the next morning before she left. "I've been trying to get my boyfriend to do that for months; but you, you were a real hero last night."
Holy shit. "You have a boyfriend?"
"I don't know what else to call him; he's the only guy I'm dating right now. You know any nice guys?"
"I'd recommend Bill, but I think you broke him." She laughed pretty good at that. "But really, I'll keep my eyes open." One more kiss, and she was gone. I went back in to get me some breakfast.
Bill was never quite the same after that night, but I think he'll be better for it. Me, I think I'll stick to girls, though I don't think I can honestly begrudge one wanting a little something special once in a while. Fair's fair, after all. Jess was the same as always; I guess sex to her is pretty much just sex. I might try for that again, but not until next month.
Sara and Cindy were ecstatic when they heard the news, though when they took me out back to give me my "reward" they held back because I wasn't about to get some that night, and they didn't want to leave me hanging.
Back at work, some little girl was shaking her fingers off at the bar. "Schwat is wrong, little girl?" I asked, "And aren't you a bit too young to be wasting Christmas at the bar?"
"S-she s-said 'y-yes'," she stammered.
"...And that's a good thing? Bad thing? Is she at least cute?" I joked. In my eyes, all women that didn't seek to tread down my path were automatically only interested in girls. So, too, therefore, was this one.
"She's gorgeous!" she said with sudden color on her face. "She's a varsity cheerleader and she's the nicest girl in school and she has the prettiest eyes and she's so smart and..."
Mind you, I didn't think it would actually ever happen before her. "Okay, slow down." I poured her a little something something to warm her up and calm her down. "What about starting from the beginning?"
"I asked her out. Oh god, why did I do that? Everyone's gonna..."
"...Mind their own damn business?"
"Shows what you know," she snarled.
I refilled her drink for her, also taking one for myself. "I went to high school too, you know. I never cared much for the cheerleaders, but I did get one. And let me tell you: While it's nice, cheerleaders are still girls like you, they just like a bit more attention than most. They're easy lays when you keep that in mind."
"Attention?"
"Exactly. They want you to look at them and give them compliments, so that's exactly what you do. Just sometimes they can be really selfish in bed, so when you're fucking her brains out, you gotta warm her up just right so she'll fuck you back."
"F-fuck her?"
"You are planning on having sex with her, aren't you?"
"But I'm a... a..." she leaned in to whisper to me, "a virgin."
"No shit. What exactly does this girl mean to you?"
"I'm in love with her!"
"...Umm..."
I was just keeping her talking to allow the alcohol settle in. Once that was out of the way, she told me a rather teenaged story of how she went through high school like a mouse, quietly falling in and out of love with every boy in sight with her books held up tightly against her chest.
Then one day some asshole guy hits on her, and she falls for it. But right before he can embarrass her in the very public locker halls, in walks sex in sneakers and a Carolina Blue skirt, telling him to hit the calculator before the rest of the cheerleaders found out how small his dick was. Riley, that's the little girl's name, she shook hands with that cheerleader, and the rest is history.
Not exactly; apparently she asked her out in the girl's locker room bare-ass nekkid whilst showering. It took a few more drinks to get her to tell that part of the story though. She says it was an accident, that she just meant to thank her for the help, but out it blurted. The cheerleader thanked her for thinking of her most kindly, and that may have been it but for the goading of the other girls, which inspired that girl to accept the invitation, which was more of a one-night thing rather than an agreement for an actual relationship.
"You want some advice?"
"Sure."
"You're not in love with her. See, when you get out of college..."
"Yes I am!"
Oh, to be that young again. "Beg pardon, I've been in that stool you've got your narrow ass in, and once you stand where I'm standing, you'll realize it's not love same as me. If you try to treat it like that, you're going to fuck things up, understand? You don't want to fuck it up, do you?"
"N-no..."
"But there's no reason the two of you can't be in love. Falling in love is better than just you being in love with her, isn't it!"
"Yes!" She was getting chipper now.
"Did she say she was your girlfriend or anything, or are you just going out to dinner?"
"D-dinner..."
"Then pay attention, because this is your one shot, and no one's been on as many first dates as me (not quite true, but there's not enough time to explain my life story). See, the trick to any girl's heart is making her come. To do that, you take your two fingers like this, and..."
The little girl was a fun distraction, and even more fun when she came back the next day, a-quiver and almost in tears.
"Derrick, Derrick! Help!"
"Yes?"
"She wants another date!"
"Impressed her pretty good, did you?"
"Yeah, but now she thinks I'm all fantastic in bed!"
"And that's a bad thing?
"Duh, yes! I'm not!"
Yeah, she's fun. I gave her advice over the next few days about how to satisfy a woman in bed, and I ended up having to go to experts on the subject to have new and clever things to try. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if the girl was really interested in her, she wouldn't care if she was really bad in bed.
It ended up sparking up some pretty interesting business, especially with my "girlfriend". I'd gotten a bit of special advice from Sara on a peculiar little maneuver that seemed to tickle Cindy just right, and it worked like a charm on my little amigo's cheerleader girl. The next day saw me getting advice from Jess, which I then shared with Sara in turn, and the following day, Cindy was all over me, trying to figure out what influence I could have possibly had on her previous night's bedroom activity.
Riley was glowing by the fifth day, when she finally had a break. I already had two buttery nipples waiting for her.
"Progress?"
"Yeah," she said in a deep exhale. It was Friday evening, and she looked like she'd been at it all day. She took one of the drinks and began sucking on it, though I had to explain the mechanics of taking a shot to her a million times already.
"It's Friday. Why aren't you with her? Make a weekend of it or something?"
"We've been spending the night together in my room all week long," she said with a dreamy expression. "She says this weekend she has to do cheerleader stuff, but she'll stay at my house again Monday night."
"You certainly look happy enough. In fact, I bet you could light Christmas lights for a block with that smile."
She giggled quite endearingly, then took her other shot, faster this time. "We made out together in front of the bicycles," she almost moaned. "Right in front of everyone!"
"I think that means you have a girlfriend, Ry."
Ahh, Christmas season. Lights everywhere, trees with lights on them, frigid air drawing couples closer together, everybody smiling. Makes me smile. I missed Salamandy, I did. She'd be fun to spend time with, but she's got work too. Work hard in winter when it's too cold to sit around so you can have money for summer when it's too hot to do anything but lie on the beach and watch asses walk by.
For a woman that professed to not be bisexual, she sure seemed to know her way around women. I saw her once since she popped in to invite me to her house party; she gave me advice for the young lady on how to get a chick to like having her hair pulled while being fingered to death. Lately I've been thinking about her a lot.
Reo, too. Just when she and I were starting on something, you know how when you're around someone new, how you get a crush on her some time or another? Just when mines starts warming up on her, well, I takes her to bed and I eats her out, I does. Then shit explodes, making me leave for Macedonia. I haven't seen her since, and word around the bar is that she's not too happy with me.
Oh well. I've got my old job back, a hot coworker that wants to get down and boogie every so often, I got all my boys, and I got a stress-free pad. Mostly. Bill, he's not really messy, but not really clean. I confess I had already gotten used to Reo's quaint homemaking, while Bill's pad was nothing better than a bachelor pad. If I had my choice to live with a man or a woman, well, you can pretty much guess. He's cool, but living with him...
I got home from yet another daytime shift. They pulled fewer tips than the nights, but they left evenings free for doing shit. Bill was home.
"Message for you," he said from his spot on the sofa. Memories. Blech.
Why don't I have my cell phone on me, you ask? Because stupid highschoolers fucked around too much for the last fifty years, getting them damn-near outlawed. With the technology switch from land lines over to cell phones, taxes went through the roof. At the same time went taxes for private vehicles, taxes that couldn't be written off through charities.
People dropped their subscriptions to phone services in favor of Internet communication, so cell phones ceased being loss leaders, driving actual phone prices through the roof. People that had them kept them, but for later generations like me, they were way out of price ranges for people having part-time jobs after school. For schools themselves, the phones were forbidden big time, and believe me, they checked.
The short bit of that story is that I chucked mine after moving out of my house because I was too busy paying for rent.
Phone, phone, phone. Just as soon not carry one with me. They tend to interrupt conversations. "Hi, Derrick." There we go, a pleasant voice. Reoren, the sweet little girl with the silvery blond hair. Actually, you know what she reminds me of? A Golden Retriever. They're all "golden," right? But there's different colors: Gold, red, yellow, dead grass, pale, and straight up white. Reo, her hair was silvery-blond. Her brother, too.
Anyway, message: "I decided I don't care what your sister thinks. You and I are going to the Christmas dance."
"What Christmas dance?"
"Beats me," Bill said.
"What's the Christmas dance?"
"The what?" Sam asked from the other end of the line (me having just dialed him).
"The Christmas dance."
"Which one?"
"Beats me. High school?"
"Their next dance is on Valentine's day."
"Then what the hell?"
"Hang on, me to go ask my dad."
"What'd you get up to, Billyum?" I asked of Bill whilst Sam was having a moment.
"Sittink here, havin' a drinky."
"Dad says Laurel's having a dance," Sam said on his return.
The college? "What for?" says I.
"I donno; money or something. It's going down in the football field."
What a stupid idea. "Whose brilliant idea was it to have an outdoor dance in the middle of winter?"
"Second week of December is hardly the middle of winter, and it's the only place big enough. You want something else? I've got a big fat toilet with my name on it."
"I'll leave the two of you to it then, but when is it?"
"Tomorrow. Peace."
What in the world? What in fuck am I supposed to even wear? Better find the man who knows about these sorts of things.
8
"By when?" Dree asked about an hour later. Fucking cold lately. Dree worked on 'Trozy's, which was where the rich kids brought dates when they were dead serious about getting some that night. He worked the front door, which means he dressed in a tuxedo, and I was feeling the need for one just like it, and right now.
"Tomorrow, bitch. Where do I net one?" Dree looked rather irritated with me.
He'd gotten the job after his mom threatened to kick him out for depressing her. He's still fucking depressing, but at least he's doing something productive in the meantime. Sam said the trick is that if you've got a job holding you down, you'll be too fucking tired and pissed off to be depressed. At least when you get fed up with your job and you start getting depressed about it, then you'll have some money put away, then you can at least enjoy the elation of freedom if you quit and the having of oodles of money where before you had a pot that smelled like stale urine. But if you'd spent it all, then you have no business being depressed in the first place. "You know tucies need..."
"Sorry, what the fuck did you just say?"
"Tucies, plural of tux."
"Oh. How'd you figure that out?"
"Ends in X, man. You don't just slap an S onto an X to make the word plural. So these tucies need to be fit so they don't look stupid on you. It takes at least a couple of days, and with a dance around the corner..."
"Wait, you knew about it?"
"Of course I do. Didn't you?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh, right. Anyways, go see Danny. He's the only one what can help you now."
"Okay, thanks. Catch you later."
"Right right."
"Oh, Dree?"
"Yup?"
"Who in the fuck is Danny?"
"Aunt Mellie's boy. I assume you know who Aunt Mellie is?"
"Bitch, just give me an address."
"I don't fuckin' know, do I? He may be in the art deco, or else someone there knows where he is." What am I, playing Twenty Steps to Danny the Tuxedo Maker? Do I have to Scooby Doo my way throughout Rotterdale just to get dressed for one party I'm not sure I should be going to in the first place? Fucking fuck.
Useless, but at least the named spot is only down the street. While I were letting my feet do the walking, I let my eyes wander around a little bit. Christmas lights, Christmas trees, beautiful girls in floppy red hats... This town isn't so bad every now and then. And then the smell of horse... and here we are. Down at the end of Main is the art studio with the stables built next to them because the Garden has the most horses in town and the Garden owns the deco.
The sign on the wall told me to come right in, so in I came. The tiny room was nothing but a break from the cold covered in pictures and paintings with a staircase going along the back wall. Up that I went, and I found the familiar welcoming desk with the door behind it and the window behind me looking out to the frosted street. There was no one there to greet me, sooo...
"Hello?" No one in the main room, either. No one but a tiny girl (no kidding, right?) with short black hair prancing away in next to nothing, singing at the top of her lungs. I drew attention to myself, but it seems she was playing her music to herself too loud and only stopped in the room for a moment before popping off to the back. Further calls got me a horse voice, so I stepped through the door.
Screams, shouts to get the hell out, and then, "Oh, hey, Derrick. What's up?"
Oh yeah. I forgot my twins worked here. Wait, work?
The two of them were bare-ass naked but for some very expensive-looking matching white lingerie. One was spread bald on the white-sheeted bed in the middle of the room with the other with her head buried between the first's legs. The black-haired girl looked quite shocked to be walked in on so, but she calmed down when she saw the twins recognize me. It was quite comical, her with her face full of food and her eyes all huge.
"Help you?" she asked, still wide-eyed.
I strode straight up to my two naked girls and kissed them both, not having a clue which was which. On both I tasted the most heady fragrance of pussy, and with all the liquid dripping off one's face, I assumed her to be Sara, whom I was pretty sure wasn't the gusher between the two. "Looking for Danny," I answered flap-jawed.
"Oh, you're a friend," the girl answered as though it wasn't perfectly obvious by then. "Watashi wa Tikki; hajime mashite," she said with a very polite bow.
"Derrick," I answered, holding out my hand to her, though I don't know why I bothered. As soon as she was upright again, she pressed her lips to mine, and with lips came tongue.
She disappeared behind her mess of file folders straight away, chatting, "Danny's been so frightfully busy lately with the dance. I assume that's what you're looking for him for?"
"Pretty much." While I thought Tikki was quite an eyeful, my twins were still very naked and very sweaty. Sara had her arms around Cindy's thigh like a big fluffy pillow, and both were watching me with very relaxed smiles on their faces. "Sorry for bothering you, but don't you guys have watches that..."
"I can," she interrupted, "but it's a question of availability. There are two people you don't mess with
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in your life: the person that dresses you, and the person that does your hair. Ah, here we are." I slid on up to see what she was looking at, and the twins each held their hands out to let their fingertips run across my arm as I walked by. "He finished most everything, but he's trying to relax for the rest of the night. I'm sorry to say, but..."
"Remember the trip that got lost for like, half a year?" Cindy said before Tikki could disappoint.
"Of course. We were all terrified," the tiny photographer answered, almost offended at the idea that she might not remember.
"Derrick was the one with Mandy who kept them fat and happy until they got found."
Instantly Tikki's attitude towards me changed. Her eyes softened and her guard dropped; I'd seen it before. "I'm sure Danny would do anything for you," she insisted. "All of us would." She flicked her watch, then she lowered her chin and I saw her lips move; I knew she'd be either talking to Danny himself or someone who knew where he was.
"He'll be here in a few hours," she said after a moment, looking back up at me. "Meanwhile, how good are you with a camera?"
"He's wonderful," Sara said gleefully. "Remember that set we showed you from the Garden party this spring?"
"That was you?" Tikki asked me in quite a bit of shock.
For the next two hours (this guy must not be too prompt) Tikki and I worked the twins over with motion cameras while they made love over and over again. Not only was she constantly commenting both my capture of angles and my creative action directing, but she was always doubling back to bump into me and my unmistakably hard cock. Whenever she looked at me, she had this huge, unabashed smile. We don't get many Japanese in this town, and I've got to say that even for an obvious half-breed like her, there was a certain charm I was suddenly wishing there was more of in my life.
Danny himself came sulking in by and by. He walked right up to me to shake my hand as though twins eating each other into a frenzy on a bed in front of him was a usual occurrence in his life. After greeting everyone (with words; he didn't seem in the mood to kiss everyone), he promptly turned around and told me he'd be waiting outside. I bid my farewells to the twins (both pulled their fingers out of their own folds and placed them in my mouth as they kissed me off together), and Tikki showed me to the door.
"I'm especially grateful for what you did," she said in the more heavy voice I'd expect from someone watching something so erotic. "I know those kids. Come 'round after the dance, yeah?" She released me after one more kiss, and suddenly I was ready to abandon the prospect of being dressed for a dance in favor of spending the remainder of the night in the company of three rather frisky women as opposed to a surly-looking, overworked man.
"You know how to ride, I assume?" he asked as he led me to the stables next door. A large horse came trotting right up to him.
"Never got the chance..."
He swore to himself, then called over a second horse with a few notes on a whistle that was dangling around his neck. "You'll be fine as long as you can hold your seat; it's not that far, and I'll lead her."
So, up I went. No saddle, bridle, or bit. I was instructed to hold fast with my thighs, but they were tired in minutes. I was allowed to hold onto my mare by her mane, but when I finally got off her after we trounced through a couple town blocks, she seemed quite glad to be rid of me. She and her companion trotted off to the back yard of the private home, and the door shut behind them.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm putting you out... I just got informed this afternoon that I'd be taking someone, and..."
"It's fine," Danny insisted. I didn't feel quite put at ease, but at least business would be getting taken care of.
"By the way, how much will it..."
"I don't work for money," he interrupted. "Besides, from what I hear, you've earned it. Honestly, a suit is the least I can do for you." He was walking towards the door, not making it easy to strike conversation. He let himself in with a touch of his watch to the doorknob. "I'm just tired."
"This yours?"
"I live in Charlotte. A few fashion designers consult me there. Hello?"
So that's what took him so long. Poor guy finally got home after breaking his hands on work, and I probably ripped him out of bed. If I guessed right, a bed that had a woman.
Or not...
From around a corner came the most beautiful (yeah, yeah, they're all "the most beautiful" in this town) brunette. In the dim light, I could make out poofy hair that'd reach a foot above her head if it wasn't so long, and eyes of icy blue that looked hauntingly familiar. She wore a black silk robe over a black silk nightgown, and her feet were clad in red slippers with fluffy white trim that reminded me of how much I love Christmas. She had a tree and lights and the works as well, but it looked like a bachelorette's pad rather than a home for four.
She and Danny assumed a gentle embrace, though their lips locked in an effect that made my mouth water. She wasn't shy about moaning into his mouth, and he finally seemed to be enjoying himself.
"What brings you back so soon, Danny boy?" she asked in a light musical voice.
"Another one for 'the dance,'" he scoffed. I took it to mean that he had had his fill of the whole event, and I doubted he'd be attending himself.
"You want me to take care of it, baby? You must be tired..."
"Actually," I interrupted, "I don't really know what on Earth this dance is about in the first place. Can someone fill me in?"
The two glanced at me as though they'd forgotten I was in the room. "I need to prep up anyways," Danny groaned. "You can measure him." He trounced off to a door that took him down a flight of echoing stairs.
The lady smiled at me and took me by the hand. "I'm Melody," she said in a very melodic, hypnotizing voice.
"Not the Melody?"
"As far as I know; I make dresses, sound familiar?"
"I thought you'd be older, is all. You know you're quite famous around these parts?"
She grinned like she was quite used to compliments, and led me to the kitchen. "Warm enough for you?" she asked while searching through cabinets and refrigerator.
"Quite." Her home was quite homey. I even had delusions of getting fed while I was there, and I was certainly looking forward to being measured by her.
"Then strip," she commanded.
"Do what?"
"I can hardly measure you if you're wearing clothes, can I?"
What would you do if you were in a strange house and someone's woman was telling you to strip?
"Here, let me help you. So, who're you taking to the dance? Anyone I know?"
"Reoren Fraliusan," I said. She was already working off my pants, bypassing my shirt completely.
"Hmm... doesn't sound familiar. This dance is pretty special; she must really like you."
"I just live with her, is all. I rent. What's up with this dance, anyways?
She'd gotten my pants down; my shirt was covering my unrequited arousal. I had intended to save it up for the dance, but the twins had gotten to me pretty bad. This beautiful woman's breath on my legs might be all it takes. "This town pulls in huge amounts of revenue from sporting events. As you may know, the high school is in competition with Tranquil Breeze Garden, where I come from. They try to make dances and stuff to raise their appeal rather than actually raise salaries and grades. Imagine that."
"I wouldn't know," I answered.
"Turns out, Cameron kids got used to partying. Laurel U lost admissions to party schools, and we started getting parties of less favorable nature around here. In fact, the last big one had this guy's sister getting..."
"Sounds like I'm pretty famous, too."
"That was you? My my, you do get around. So with that, Laurel decided to throw this little bash. A real formal one. Code: Purple."
"What's purple?"
"White bow ties, frock coats, and top hats. Any other questions?" She had gotten my pants of with my shoes, and I helplessly let her pull my shirt and jacket off with one pull, letting me sit there in defeat with a big tent in my shorts.
"Yeah. Why do I have to take my clothes off for you to measure me?"
"You don't." She hooked her fingers into my undershorts and pulled down. I lifted up off the chair I don't know why, and there they went, and there it was. "Stand up," she ordered.
She was on her knees in front of me, and she began depressing her fingers into my legs.
"Umm... don't you need measuring tape for that?"
"Tape is for suckers," she insisted. "So, are you planning on stabbing me in the eye with that thing?"
I blushed quite well. After all, my equipment was standing up as high as could be, vibrating and bouncing with every shiver that ran through me when she touched me anywhere.
"That's not where I normally stab people with it, no," I said, but you have no idea how stupid I felt about it. Sure, if I'd said it to some sixteen-yearld, I'm sure she'd be the one blushing, but this Melody didn't seem like some giggilish girl to be easily impressed by one-liners. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I wanted to retreat into myself. It didn't help that I could see clear to her toes down her nightgown.
"Are you still in high school or something, talking to women like that?" she asked with a rather humorous grin.
"Mostly high school girls I..."
"Hush." She rose to her feet. She stood several inches shorter than me, making us strain our necks to look one-another in the eye. "It's beautiful," she whispered to me, her fingers tickling the underside of my shivering rod.
All at once, the nervousness flowed out of me, and it was replaced by anxiety. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing in bed; this grown-ass woman isn't going to fall for any of my bullshit. What was I doing there? Getting dressed, supposedly. Asking for trouble, that's all I was doing.
She did the doing for me. She leaned up on her toes to kiss me, and I actually felt my breath shaking. "Now let me show you how I felt when I heard someone took on a whole fraternity to protect his sister," she whispered in her magical voice, and with a few more sweet kisses to my lips, she began kissing her way down, down, down my chest and to my stomach. She got back on her knees, and after some lingering below my navel, I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my prick.
Becky would never believe me. Melody, top dressmaker in the state, was sucking me off, and stupid me wasn't doing a thing to stop her. I wanted to tell her that I was saving up for a girl, but while I was stringing together two words to say, I felt her talented tongue tickling my engorged urethra, and great torrents of cum came shooting out of me before I knew what hit me.
She swallowed it all with enthusiasm, but she didn't look impressed. "Wow. One minute."
"Can't do a thing about it when it comes to a woman as beautiful and talented as you," I said, panting with the intensity of my orgasm.
She smirked and got to her feet. "But seriously, that was pretty fast. Something on your mind?"
"Doing a photo session with my girlfriend before I came over," I said.
"Wow; good girlfriend. I didn't mess anything up, did I?"
"What? No, not at all. She and I, we're not trying to take sex that seriously. In fact, she was with a woman."
"Weren't you and Danny coming from the studio?"
"Yeah..."
"Tikki was on the clock, weren't she?"
"Yup."
"That explains it," she said with a small laugh and a pat on my still-raging cock. "She's got an eye for art that really touches your heart. Hardly anyone in the area will touch any nude work that dosn't come from her camera."
"Like you and your dresses?"
She beamed at me in response, then told me to wait a moment while she conferred with Danny. I found a few things to chew on that my hostess had left out for me, and I amused myself with them and a few pictures laying about. Everywhere there were women of all ages with Melody, all of them wearing beautiful dresses. I assumed they were works of hers; and if so, she was quite good. I felt quite a bit more confident about her and Danny fitting me for this party.
She came back up after half an hour or so; the night was getting pretty far along. She told me everything was fine, even as she took me by my erect cock and pulled me into her bedroom.
"How do you want it?" she asked with stars in her eyes.
"I'm not quite sure. Why am I getting it in the first place?"
"You care very deeply about your sister, and that's all I need to know. All you need to know is that I'll feel very regretful if I let you leave her tomorrow morning without making love to me."
So, that's how it went.
I woke up very refreshed the next morning. Danny was gone, but Melody explained that he had finished before I had (ha ha ha), which was no race, seeing as I had run her into the night after her challenge. She was quite the homemaker, putting together some rather delicious breakfast for me.
"So, where're you meeting this girl? I remember my mother telling me how a guy would come pick his date up in a limousine."
Wow, her mom must be old. "I'm not sure. Best give her a call, I think."
My fingers shook when Reo's phone rang, but she was the one to answer, "Derrick? Hi! I was afraid you hadn't got my message!"
Hearing her voice made it all worth it for sure. Melody saw me smiling and beamed at me. "Not to worry. We still on for tonight?"
"But you didn't call me last night, so I didn't have a chance to warn you about..."
"It's alright," I said with a look to Melody. "Everything's taken care of. How do... hang on."
Melody had slipped me a note; her hand slid down my pant leg as it retreated. "Umm... where do you want me to pick you up?"
"Pick me up? But..."
"Your place at brillig?"
"Umm... sure, Derrick. I'm looking forward to it."
When the connection severed, I felt happier than I had in ages. I lept up and embraced a likewise leaping Melody, and I hugged her with all the joy that had been bottling up inside me.
"I'm so happy for you," she said with a tear in her eye.
I wiped it away from her beautiful face, still a ridiculous smile on mine. "Thank you so much, Melody."
Putting her own smile aside, she shook her hair out of her face, tilted back, shut her eyes, and pursed her lips so that I could thank her properly. I did so, kissing her with a magic that was sure to spill out into the dance once I got there. She moaned and kissed me back, and in no time at all my nosy erection was poking her in the belly.
"I take it back. You really do know how to flatter a girl," she said softly. "Now, how are you planning on kissing her tonight?"
With a lopsided grin and feeling lightheaded, I plastered my mouth onto hers, letting my tongue swim around in her mouth. She fell under my spell at once, moving with me and gripping me closely. I pushed my hand into her ridiculously small black robe she had donned to match mine (though mines was more man-sized and made of actual cotton wheres hers was a film of black gossamer) and groped at her breast. My cock was pressing hard into her, letting her know what was on my mind.
When we parted, she wiped the excess slime of saliva off her mouth with (yet another) a silly grin. "Non, non, non," she insisted.
"Huh? What'd I do wrong?"
It took her a moment to recover her breath. "Hands on my waist, lover boy." I did as I was told. "Eyes locked onto mine." No problems there. "I don't want your tongue in my mouth so soon before dinner, and if you try and drill a hole into my stomach with your boner without kissing me good and long first, I'm gonna think you're thinking all the other pretty girls at the dance, comprends?"
"Completely." With a fresh start, I kissed her again, this time touching only her chin to direct her face up to receive my kiss. My hand then went back to her waist, and it stayed there for the next several minutes while I kissed her as thoroughly as I could without trying to mine for gold with my tongue.
She was hardly moaning then, so I thought I was doing something wrong, but I just kept at it, and soon enough she started whining for more. Her hips were undulating against me, but I held my ground, concentrating on kissing her. Her tongue sought me out, but I gave it only cursory touches, concentrating on loving the feel of her soft lips.
In time, I gave into her desire for a deeper kiss, and our bodies melted together. Unlike before, her body was warm all over, and I could feel her leaning on me for support. I managed to stumble over my chair and fall on my ass, but she ended up on top of me.
It took her about eight seconds to part my robe and take my cock in her hand. I opened hers as well, and after rubbing her pussy a few times, I held her by the hips to guide her over mine, and she pointed my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto me.
She leaned forward to kiss me, letting me thrust up into her. "How often would you say you make love opposed to just having sex or fucking?" she asked me quite sincerely as I worked my cock inside her.
"Not often enough," I answered quite honestly. The feeling was completely different from the night before. I didn't even care if I came; all I wanted was to see her face immersed in pleasure. I turned us over and thrust into her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to keep up with how good it felt to be working with her, and that old feeling crept up in me, threatening to make an early morning of me.
To compensate, I worked slower and deeper, crushing my pelvis against her pubic bone each time. "Faster," she urged instead, and while I complied, I still made full use of my length. Her hips thrust up to meet mine in their own time, working her wet clit up like I'd hoped. "I'm gonna come," she sighed in an almost inaudible voice.
"Me too," I said as sensually as I could. The night before, she swallowed every time she got me off. I was hoping this time would be different. I thrust harder and harder into her, every motion carefully planned to bring both of us off. She was there with me, kissing me, rubbing her clit, or grabbing onto me for support.
I gripped her by the shoulder in what should've been a definitive warning, but she kept it up. The longer it went on, the more I dared to hope, and the faster my orgasm came to me, until finally it was too late to go back. That delicious calm before the storm, that ultra-tightness in the cock that says you're about to blow, but a pussy just never gets you the exact pressure at the right time as your hand can.
I kept sliding in and out of her, trying to stimulate that perfect spot, and then bam. Cum shooting out of me and into her, and that incredible feeling of indescribable pleasure coursing through every bit of me. It was in her too; my orgasm seemed to trigger hers, and the more cum I shot into her, the harder she got off. It was everything I had hoped for and more.
"Now that is how you should make love to your date tonight," she sighed contentedly. I held my ground mounted on her, kissing her as befits the situation.
"I don't know if she likes me like that, though," I said cautiously.
"You don't even know me," she said, "yet you just did that. Making love isn't about moving towards the next step, it's being a kind person that cares for another person. It's there no matter what your future together is, and the sex is just a celebration of that."
Hmm. Got to think about that.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I asked. "I doubt I'll win points showing up smelling like this."
"Your funeral," she giggled. "Think I'll have one too. You don't mind sharing, do you?"
"Melody?"
"Mm?"
"Don't take this the wrong way..."
"What is it?"
"You know how you said you'd regret it if we didn't make love before I left?"
"Of course."
"Well, I'd like to..."
"Again?" she asked, flabbergasted.
"No offense... it's just that I..."
"You what?"
"All night long I was dreaming about coming inside you, and now..."
"You liked that, did you?"
"Oh yeah."
"Me too."
"One more time?"
"It's just that I thought you'd be tired. And don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Not until three."
"But you've still got to get dressed, eat..."
"It's still early."
She made a sour face at me, but I leaned down to kiss her again and thrust into her anew.
"Oh, no you don't. Shower first."
But I persisted, answering the call of my deflated but not flaccid cock, and in minutes we were moving together like lovers do, all the way through half an hour, where I was fucking her from behind and ultimately coming inside her again. We showered, and I escaped without further damage.
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A thunder, like a falling tree, echoed over the dark deck. Smooth, scaled hands rolled the parchment gently, tenderly; obscuring the neat cut lines of his sketch. Rising fluidly, the figure clambered rapidly from the hollow housing a small freight lifter, and peered back into the gloom, wisps of cloud thronging the containers. 'No Lights.' The farff rear, the bridge of the Hauler's Engine, normally basked in the gentle glow of the high hung lamps was barely lit, and all had grown silent. His tail flicked in irritation and confusion. He began to stroll quickly, rearward across the cool metal, claws clicking softly, the only sound in the balmy calm of the night.
His quiet hollow rested far from the main cabins at the rear, the walk was a lengthy one, and he clapped his hands together for warmth as he walked, disturbing the brooding quiet.
At length he reached the central deck catwalk, the high-up pathway that ran above the centre of the containers, and began to climb the wooden steps, eyes attacking the gloom, trying to make out what was going on. As, panting from the long climb, he mounted the walkway; he paced quietly through through the throng of creaking ropes and groaning beams supporting the skein above him. The storm lanterns were out on the walkway, all was dark, so he stepped cautiously, avoiding an unwelcome fall.
He heard voices, drifting ghostly through the breeze. The long stretch of wood continued to leer up from the thin fog as he kept his pace up, heart quickening. A soft thump, a flower of sound cut through the night. His steps slowed as screams began to pierce the air, shouts of anger, confusion and fear.
Stopping, gripping the aged wood of the handrail, the lizard's eyes narrowed, his heart thudding in his ears. The yells continued, quieting slightly, replaced by the chatter of some hidden crowd; and flickering orange light became visible through the mist. 'Fire' He suppressed any panic and walked further forward, breaking into a smooth run, tail flicking behind him, balancing his frame.
As he ran along the seemingly endless walkway, he hissed gently. Far beneath him, suddenly, he heard shouts, running footsteps echoing across the metal. He thrust his head over the railing, and peered down desperately, but could make out little. He caught sight of a group of people, running, illuminated by a dim floor-light, before they vanished again.
He waited, tense, pulse racing, looking out like some hawk perched above a valley, watching for prey. He could see nothing, and cursed the fog curling around him. Finally, he heard a retort, and saw a flash of red light far away on the port railing. He couldn't see the source of the light itself, but it reflected off of the walls of the high containers thronging the deck. He ran onward toward the rear of the ship, glancing up at the balloon swaying above him, huge in the gloom.
Running for what seemed perversely like hours, past the mid-mast and onward, he came finally to the abrupt end of the walkway, looming out of the mist. The sight before him stopped him in his tracks. The proud, rugged bridge of the airship Hauler's Engine lay beneath the ruined rear tether mast. The command deck was utterly destroyed.
The mast, which usually pierced the catwalk, and had rested toward the back of the maindeck, in front of the bridge; had ripped the far end of the walkway to the deck like paper torn in half. The lights on the mast were destroyed, emitting the occasional spark as broken tether ropes hung like macabre bunting from the balloon above, which was now barely attached to the rear of the ship, held only by the thick stern hawser.
The bridge itself had collapsed inward under the huge, falling mast, and the lizard tensed, standing on the brink of the destruction. He tore his gaze away, to the source of the voices; a huddle of figures on the starboard side of the wrecked bridge, fighting a fire, nearly out. Their confused voices and shouts echoed up to him. They seemed tiny, like toys, from his high vantage on the gantry, milling about confusedly as the flickering flames died at last. He stood, heart thudding.
Suddenly he was thrown to his feet, as his world seemed to explode around him. A roar, like a fist of sound, dropped from above, pushing him with a smack to the broken end of the twisted walkway, He was nearly thrown to the tattered wreckage below, and his long tail whipped out, gripping the railings as he scrabbled for balance. Dragging himself to safety, to the swaying boards beneath him; he looked up, head ringing, the entire walkway rocking.
The port side of the balloon, invisible from his vantage hugging the skein's underside, had apparently been blown away; tattered, flaming debris fell like confetti, lighting the dark. He trembled as he rested on his hands and knees, ears ringing, the shouts of those below echoing up as if he were underwater. A cloud of burning fragments, carried by the wind, blew about him like fireflies, pricking at his black hide.
Forcing himself, he rose, gripping the rail, and without looking down, he began to run, as swift as he was able, breathing heavily, feet thudding on the still wobbling catwalk, towards the fore of the ship, and the salvation of the far off lifeboats. Sounds, of flickering flame and shots, echoed about him, and the light of crimson flares, arcing up from the port rail into the dark sky.
After an eternity of running, he stopped, wheezing, crouched by the end steps of the walkway, gasping for breath. Flares cast a ghostly red light over the scene, and he clenched his fists, keeping himself calm, tail coiled tightly about his waist. He looked back, and saw a spurt of flame gush from the cut balloon, spiralling debris into the night fog.
He hurried on, down the steps, his path illuminated by dim, orange, floor level bulbs; as the ship seemed to shudder beneath him. He could see no one about, and walked briskly towards the forward balconies. The balconies were the only route around the frontal containers, one on each side, and formed metre wide gantries allowing access to the lifeboats hanging from the ships prow. He glanced about him, nervous, cautious.
He turned the corner to the starboard balcony and stopped, eyes wide, hissing. A huge cargo box, somehow released from it's clamps, lay across the balcony. And for whatever reason, razor tape and wire were strung from it to railings and posts. He walked forward, looking for routes to climb, face locked in confusion and rage. He found none, the surfaces were smooth, the box covered the entire width of the balcony and more, hanging into space, and the razor tape formed an impenetrable barrier.
'What the hell is going on?' He stamped once, frustrated, turned back and sprinted toward the starboard side of the ship, retracing his steps to the forward junction, overshadowed by the dark, looming containers. In the maze of the giant boxes, all had grown quiet and dark, and he heard only his blood coursing as his claws thudded off of the metal deck. The soft glow of the sparse deck lighting reflected from his black scales.
Pulling himself around the corner, he stopped, eyes wild, breathing heavy. The same obstacle, almost mirrored in some cruel duplicate, lay across the other side of the ship. The wall was just as insurmountable as that on the port side.
"AGH!" He yelled out, a shout of denied rage, and look about him for some means of escape. Pacing back and forth rapidly, he stared about him, willing the dark to reveal some path. Suddenly, red flares curled up from the starboard side, and a route became evident. He ran on.
Stopping, out of breath, suppressing his rising panic, he stared up at the spindly tower, clicking his teeth, considering. He put his slender hands to the first, rusted rung and began to climb, tenderly, his tail securing him by grasping a rung high above. The red flares glinted off of his dark scales, silhouetting the crane, thronged with mist.
The ascent seemed long, and he looked through the girders of the crane, trying to discern what was happening further back on the deck as his hands continued the motions, pulling him up one rung at a time. He felt a heavy tremor shake the ship, the balloon above the crane's peak groaning. He quickened his climb.
Hauling his sleek body, becoming ever more tired, onto the cabin floor, he panted, looking down. He swung himself into the seat of the crane, leather creaking beneath him, and considered the controls.
They appeared simple, two ornate brass levers and a hand crank, with a series of small, labelled buttons. He jabbed a large, green one reading "Operate" And with a hum, the crane flickered into life, lights clicking on in the cabin, and highlighting the tower. He hissed, unwilling to be such an obvious beacon to those onboard, especially considering the mayhem that was going on. He hit a second button, labelled "Lights" And the incandescent bulbs winked out.
He peered down, at his goal far below, and began to manoeuvre the crane, guiding it's pendulous grabber toward the tangled barricade on the port side. The tower swung dispiritingly, and the gears gave soft groans, the thrum of the crane's engine rumbling in his ears.
Rapidly the grabber was positioned above the crate, and he turned the crank quickly, face locked in concentration, till the grip contacted with the blockage with a hollow clang that resounded across the entire ship. He hissed yet again.
Pressing another button, the grip's jaws began to shut, enclosing the metal with a soft creak. Heart racing, he began to turn the crank back as a sheet of glowing material flapped past the cabin, burning slowly.
His entire body locked up in panic as a loud scream of tortured steel cascaded over his ears. The crate hung a bare foot over the decking, and yet already the beam was bending worryingly. He desperately pulled a lever, to swing the crate out over the night.
He watched, his stomach sinking, as the grabber detached smoothly, with a crack of cable, from the beam, sending the tower springing back, near throwing him from his perch. He held on for dear life, tail swishing in blind horror. The giant crate fell smoothly, with clicks of breaking wire, to the balcony, and did not stop.
With a shattering crunch, that bounced back across the airship several times, the balcony was torn from it's mountings, ripping beams of wood and metal free, falling swiftly into space, gouging a hole in the ship's hull as it dropped, wood snapping and splintering, steel plates screaming.
The reptile was wordless, stunned, as he looked at the broken crane, cable hanging useless. He was trapped, and for a moment panic threatened to overcome him, but with a violent stab at the "Disable" button the crane silenced, and he began to descend rapidly, not willing to give up.
He reached the deck once more, as it shuddered worryingly beneath his feet. He ran to the broken balcony, and peered into the abyss, mist thronging around the hole. The splintered metal decking was festooned with the dangling razor tape, the hole was a good ten metres across if not more, and it was clear there was no way across. He turned and hurried rearward; only with assistance could he escape this nightmare.
He mounted the catwalk stairs again, looking down for someone to work with, someone to help cross that infernal barricade. A minute's frantic lookout spotted a huddle of three creatures, running through the aisles of the crates, and biting his lip for a moment, slung himself from the stairway, his tail assisting a rapid climb down to the group. He called out.
"Hey! Hey, help!" He hit the deck, maintaining his balance, and approached the trio, waving, walking quickly toward them. They stopped, wary, a large panther in front of the group holding out a hand.
"What's going on?!" He called out, golden eyes distrustful. The lizard opened his hands in a gesture of peace, walking slowly closer.
"Hell if I know. I can't get to the front of the ship, the lifeboats are blocked off, what's happened back there?"
The cat shook his head. "We don't know, I couldn't get to the rear lifeboats either, one of the masts has fallen over. Isn't there any way forward? Who are you?"
The lizard curled his tail around his waist, red armpit scales glinting as he gestured. "I'm Michael. I saw the mast. There's some sort of barricade on the starboard side, but the port side's totally broken. We might have a chance of shifting starboard if we can find some tools. It's not simple stuff, someone's strung out a load of razor wire, I can't get my hands into it safely.
The panther nodded. "I'm Tomas. These two are Alex and Jenny." He gestured to two rabbits behind him, a male and a female, faces locked in determination. The male held a crowbar. "Alex grabbed that when we heard all the shouts, I think someone's caused this. You saw the balloon explode?"
Michael looked at the metal bar. "That might do. I know, something's foul about all of this. Come on, we haven't got long, the ship must be going down." As if on cue, another rocking shudder bucked the deck, and with a muffled roar, fire gushed from somewhere toward the rear of the ship, rushing towards the obscured stars.
The four furs watched, faces illuminated by the fiery glow, before Alex began to jog ahead, tugging Jenny by an arm. "Come on!" He yelled. "I don't know where we're going!" Michael turned and ran after them, pointing to starboard. They hurried on.
They worked swiftly, unspeaking, tugging at the lengths of wire and pulling them aside. The job was painstaking, and all four bore cuts within a few minutes. They exchanged wordless glances as they heard shouts and screams, preceded by an enormous crash from further back the ship, and worked furiously as voices echoed out to them from somewhere to port, made ghostly by the metal walls of the crates.
A gigantic explosion, far larger than the earlier blast from the balloon, split the night from the rear of the ship, and all four cowered, gripping the deck, as a pillar of fire and debris flew up, chunks of huge propeller and wooden beams clear against the harsh light. Suddenly it was as if the entire ship was burning, fire rushing forward, gushing up in plumes from unseen blazes below decks. They pulled frantically.
As the fire encroached ever further forward, growing louder and louder in their ears, the group finally pulled away the last strands of wire, and began to climb the box, helping each other, pulling and tugging. Michael reached the top first, tugging Alex, who sported the most cuts of anyone, having plunged fearlessly into the task, atop the crate. The other pair joined them, and Alex leapt from the other side first, rolling. The reptile followed.
Smoke was curling around the crates now, the sick orange light growing by the second. As the rabbit and lizard stepped forward, they heard a terrible groan. They turned, hearts sinking, as the crate, with Jenny atop it, and Tomas just having jumped clear, broke the balcony's strength, and split the wood on which it rested. Jenny fell, with a wordless mask of horror, into the dark, and Alex screamed, a desperate roar of anguish as the crate clipped Tomas on it's descent, pulling him downward.
The smoke and dust clouded their eyes as both lizard and lapine rushed forward. Tomas clung to the lip of broken wood, and they pulled him up. The rabbit let out a low moan.
Tomas's legs were gone below the knee, and his thighs were a mess of splintered flesh. His eyes were glazed over, his breaths ragged. He trembled in shock, and did not speak. A tear dropped to the wooden surface, as Alex shook his head in desperation, the lizard was merely frozen in fear.
The panther coughed, blood spattering the boards, and Michael pushed the rabbit onward. "We can't save him Alex..." The lapine let out a cry of guilt and shame. Michael pushed him again, and turned back to the broken panther, the crowbar lying by it's side. The reptile reached for the metal bar.
Alex trembled as the crunch cut through the roar of the on-rushing flames, and heard the clang as the crowbar was dropped. The lizard pulled him onward, rushing toward the lifeboats, merely a door away. The fore-deck was burning now, and wisps of ash curled around the desolate pair.
Through tear filled eyes, both saw a lifeboat, flares arcing from it, drifting away through the breeze. From above them, cries and screams could be heard, and some pour soul was caught atop the foremast, flames licking around the mast at him, trapped. They turned away; stomachs sick, pushed open the emergency forward fire-wall door, and stepped out onto the prow.
Most of the six boats were gone or destroyed. Two remained, one neatly hooked, one a mess of broken ropes and a missing balloon. Looking hopelessly upward, the pair jumped into the final boat. Michael pulled at the balloon handle, and air rushed upward with a thump, filling the skin, flickering in the red glare. Alex tugged the release catch, and with a soft creak the boat fell away safely, rising slowly, the pair aboard hugging each other in pain and triumph.
A crack split the air, and the boat lurched sickeningly. Sparks and flame gushed downward. Michael looked up desperately, back at the flaming skeleton of the Hauler's Engine. The figure atop the mast was firing flares, directly at them, his anguished screams splitting the night. A second flare curved over them, missing, and both creatures aboard the boat screamed back in wordless terror.
The third shot split their balloon asunder. Fire curled around them, ropes whipping in the wind, and they fell, a screaming pirouette to the trees far below. The lapine and the reptile held each other in their arms, weeping, a desperate final contact; till their lights were snuffed out in the fiery dark.
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40,000 For A Full Set By Zack Gregson (All characters copyrighted to BioWare Corp)
Even when through the bottom of a half-full dreaded prime cocktail with its pinkish colour, space still looked awesome in the fullest sense, humbling all before its eternal splendour. No matter what species you were or how advanced your society was, looking up at stars still remained high in the list of inspirations for sentient species. At the moment, the stars were merely distractions for the drunkards staring open-mouthed towards them, where much hugging and drunken murmurs would be made. At the moment though, two creatures were drinking side by side on shore leave. A turian, bluish skin like smooth river rock and three-clawed hands, lean figure within an armoured suit as basic clothing as well as a blue visor over one eye. He looked over at the krogan beside him, a huge red and yellow reptile of tough scarred scales and red eyes, an aura brimming with violence. The krogan returned the look and snarled gruffly: "Whadda you lookin' at?" "A face I'm making sure won't get too drunk." replied the turian in a cool young voice. Neither of them were enjoying each other's company, and never really did anytime in their work as crew members and fighters of the SSV Normandy. Moreso for being formally on opposite sides of the law. The krogan being once a mercenary and technically still one, whilst the turian was of Citadel Security in law enforcement. Even though they had gone through many hardships ranging from rogue computers on the Earth's moon to saving the universe from an ancient warmongering race, they still had a frosty partnership. Nobody really expected them to get together well anyway, a krogan and a turian being friends is near impossible due to the troubled history. "Yer not my chaperone, so jus' shuddup an' drink." "I don't care how drunk you get, I just want to be ready in case you let your mind get out of control." The krogan chuckled at this and said: "S'not my mind you should worry about, it's my body that does the hurtin'." They ordered up another drink of Volus Vodka and Dextroyer to drink in silence for a longer while. Their commander, trying to keep crew relations healthy, encouraged the two to go out and drink together, tired of hearing them being stingy towards each other. While the turian did not complain, the krogan was not so receptive to the idea. Seeing perhaps a way to break the ice, the krogan asked: "Since we're stuck like this...wanna go find some fun for the night?" "You mean...like over at Flux?" "Nope. Talkin' about someone to have fun with..." The turian sneered at this in surprise, his sneering mouth and mouthflaps pulling back to show finely sharp teeth. "Wr-Wrex...I-i don't think-" "Come on, whut's wrong? Ohhhh..." He chuckled deeply with a leer at his coworker. "You ain't one fer the ladies are ya?" "What?!? No no, I enjoy a female's presence, I don't go...that way..." "Well, I don't believe you, 'specially with that figure you got. All...lean like that." "Just because I'm a healthy-bodied turian doesn't mean I sleep with males." "Then prove it. Let's get ourselves a female. Commander said we should spend more time together." "...true...fine, but you better keep control of yourself." "Oh I'll try." The krogan sniggered as they got up to look around themselves for any potentials. The bar they were in was known as Chora's Den and while it wasn't as respected as the ever-so-boring place near the embassies of the Citadel above, it was certainly more fun and varied for that reason. A few strippers were around, mostly asari. But even with their sweet smooth blue skin showing off in the light, they preferred not to due to their thoughts on an asari who was a fellow crew member, and her childish nature. And the whole asari romance thing that they really didn't want to end up in like a bad soap opera.
Soon they found a human female on her own, quietly drinking away, smooth black skin shining bluish in the harsh pink light. The turian headed over first and sat beside her as he was less threatening in appearance than the krogan. "Lonely night?" He asked softly, remembering his ways of interrogation back in Citadel Security to calm people into opening up. "Hmm? Oh uh...I guess. Just been trying to go out and have some fun." "Oh? I'm surprised you haven't found anyone yet...but then, how long have you been sitting here?" "About...40 minutes?" "That's hard to believe, and you're saying no one's come up to ask you anything?" "Well an asari did at some point but that's not my thing." She sipped her drink calmly, enjoying the soft voice of the turian. "What about you? You alone too?" "Well, I'm here same as you, just passing the time with my friend over there." He waved at Wrex who did his best to appear studly, the human's eyes widening slightly. "Well, that's really strange to see, turian and a krogan...lost a bet?" "Hah, I wish, we work on the same ship and our commander told us to just get out and "build our social relations to enhance crew morale" or something like that. Not that he's a bad guy...just...you know how krogan are." "Well...can't blame them for having a chip on their shoulder." "I think it's more the whole ship full of chips they have." The human laughed and, starting to feel a bit better, she decided to take her chances and ask: "So...would you and your friend like to...go somewhere else?" "Hmmmm...let me ask him." He got up and went over to Wrex, saying: "We're in, she wants us to go somewhere." "Hehehe, smooth playin', turian. I gotta repay you fer this after we're done with her." The turian walked back to the human and conveyed: "He says he's game, where should we go?" "Well, not back at my place, how about either of yours?" "Sounds great, I have a place here near the upper wards." And so, without a word of formal introduction the three headed to the apartment, the two males grinning at each other in expectant horny glee, especially on the fact that neither one of them had mated with a human before. Wrex was even more drunk than his friend and had a leering gait. Unfortunately things would not be running smoothly tonight for them, when halfway to the apartment, a human male of equally dark skin to the female stopped her. "Maria, I've been trying to call you all night, where the hell ya been?!" "Tom, please! I'm with people, we can talk later." "No, we talk now! You have a baby at home for God's sake!" "I hired a babysitter, duhhh! I'm not an idiot!" "You sure seem to be when she's been trying to call you he's got a fever!" "Wh-what?! Oh my god..." He turned around to the two males, the turian nodding apologetically that she could go. Waving her off, Wrex became very upset over this, even moreso with his drunken state.
"Dammit, we were so gonna fuck her an' some stupid brat gets a hot head!" "Wrex, calm down, it can't be helped." "You shut the hell up, you got us into this!" "Me?! YOU were the one who wanted her first, not me!" "Well you had to have an apartment right over here in his direction!" The two stared down for a moment, the turian eventually sighing and looking away. "Alright, it's no one's fault, it's just an unfortunate event...wanna go back to Chora's?" "No, I'm too pissed off, let's just go to yer place, gettin' late too...you got some drinks there?" "I think so, I always keep some separate for visitors." Making the remainder of their journey to the apartment which had "Garrus Vakarian" embolded onto it, the place was like most of the Citadel middle-class apartments. Sterile white-grey walls, various colourful furniture, a moderately sized TV of 56 inches and a smooth comfortable double-bed. Wrex flopped down on the couch frustrated and horny, his ally seeming to handle it easier as he got two drinks. One for himself due to the dextro-amino acids in his body which made any foods not made for turians in mind be either non-nutritious or be indigestably fatal, and one for the krogan, who muttered a thanks. "Aintcha mad at least?" asked Wrex with a slowly slurring voice. "Hmm?" "That we didn't get any? Come on, I know yer not some stone-cold professional, where's yer anger?" "Well I wasn't even that up for it if you remember." Garrus laid back on the couch slightly and reflected before the drunkenness hit. "I was doing it more for you. Last thing I want is a horny krogan." "Too late fer that, you got one now." In addition to this, Wrex rubbed at his crotch with a groan, making Garrus feel rather awkward. But knowing there was little to do, he just continued to drink, inebriation clouding his inhibitions more and more. "You know," began the turian, "just thinking this out loud...why do you think Shepard wants us spending time together so much?" "Don't know...seems to like both our species...maybe wants to be some kinda ambassador in patching up relations." "Might be that...maybe the commander saw we had to work together better so we could be more effective as crew members. Sounds reasonable, I mean, we ARE in the same ship." "True..." "Do you like me?" The question didn't register with the krogan for a few seconds from Garrus' slurring speech, and when it did, he became hesitant to find an answer. "...kinda." "Hmm?" "Can't change the fact yer a turian...I still can't like your species for what you did...but you ain't so bad, you fight alongside me, you don't get in my way, you hold back and like to think ideas out." "Oh please, I'm not smart, I charge in as much as you do." "Hahaha! Ohhh you don't know how to charge in at all." Wrex got up and walked to the farthest end of the room with arms out and a devilish expression. Garrus got curious and asked: "What are you...doing?" "Show me how you charge. Come on, I'll show ya how to do it right." "Oh please I don't need-" "Come ooooon, don't be like some Elcor, have some quad. Yer not scared of me, are ya?" At this dare, Garrus got up with an off-balance gait before he focused his mind towards his ally, eyes trying not to do so against his will. He soon charged with a small yell and was promptly bounced off of Wrex's front onto the ground, much to the krogan's amusement as the turian fell flat onto the carpeted ground
"HA HA HA! Told ya." "Ungh...come on, you're much bigger than I am, it's like trying to charge a brick partiti..titi..tition." "Come on, I'll teach ya." He picked Garrus up from the floor and let him back up once more. "First thing is, if ya can't knock me down from one angle, ya gotta try a higher angle. A high enough angle'll knock anything down long as ya don't go too far and miss." Garrus took this advice in and so did another charge, this time leaping up to Wrex's face and managing to topple him over, the two of them now lying on the floor panting heavily. "UNGH! Hhh...hehe...there...gotcha." "See? Told ya." "Shut up, I would've figured that out eventually." "I ain't got all night for you." "Oh you do...you do." And then, in the murky swamp of their alcoholic states with their panting breaths clashing each other so closely, Garrus suddenly decided to kiss the krogan, his mouthflaps oscillating softly as he did so. It took both of them a while to take in what just happened. "Whut..." "I..." ittle could be said to each other, and it was only the unfortunate mixture of alcohol and testosterone that made both of them kiss much more deeply, moans rising from each other's throats. Garrus sounded rather boyish when he did so, while Wrex sounded like a monster awakening from sleep. Their tongues played with each other, one lean thin tongue with one flat thick tongue, wrapping around each other in desperation, arms as well grasping at their clothes. Soon the two broke their kiss and began to disrobe, their senses not giving a damn anymore and just needing to relieve themselves of lust in any way possible. To save time, Wrex undid his crotch area to show an already pulsing thick krogan penis, purplish-red at 8 inches long and 2 inches thick, with small bumpy ridges on each side. Garrus, doing the same as they licked at each other's cheeks with grasping arms, was a little longer at 9 inches, but thinner and of a greenish-blue colour, tight-looking grey-blue testes hanging with them. They soon began to turn into a mutual 69. Both of them viewed the other's genitalia with curiosity, playing with each other more and more bravely, neither of them exactly used to this sexual situation as far as the other knew. Wrex, being the more horny, went down and began to lick at Garrus' tip, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the turian before he swallowed it whole. Inch by inch, he smoothly sucked as he groped Garrus' ass, and pushed him towards his mouth, moaning at the strange tasteless flesh and at his companion's own moans which encouraged him moreso. Garrus, feeling he had to keep up, began to lick at the much thicker length of the krogan, attempting to get it into his mouth now and again. But it was too big. Instead, he did his best by stroking along the bumps and licking along the cock, suckling occasionally too at the shaft. It was successful enough as the deep throbbing groans of the krogan vibrated through his cock, making him precum hard much to Wrex's delight. Soon he found the taste of the turian's dextro-amino pre, which he found to be not so pleasing, and pulled off the cock with a slight retching sound. "Hehehe, guess that's another reason why krogans and turians don't get together." "You ain't having an easy time yerself, the way you ain't swallowing my dick." "Not my problem if you're so well-endowed." "To a li'l twinky body like you...maybe I can get it inside ya another way." "Wh-wh-what?" Apprehension cleared his mind a little bit at the suggestion. "You...it's too big...are you sure?" "I need it...bad. One way or another, I'm gonna waste my seed." As much as common sense begged, Garrus' lust had only increased during their 69, and he soon went over to his bed in the next room, showing his friend a naked turian for him. Lying on his knees, hands splayed forwards ready to grip the bed sheets, his ass hoisted in the air with as much bravado as he could muster. "Come on then...heh...your turn to charge me." Wrex chuckled and undressed fully, walking over with thick erection to sit on Garrus' bed while stroking at the fine tail-less butt. So smooth and virgin from years of desk duty, different from his stubbed tail and less smoother behind. "Yer ass almost looks human." "Mmmm...don't tell me humans could take you inside them." "It's rare...but it happens." Wrex knew he had to open him up carefully, even in his state of lust, and he began to lap at the sweet hole much to the vocal pleasure of the turian at the feel of a thick hot tongue. Sliding along his cheeks and crack for starters, Wrex chuckled as Garrus' mouthflaps shuddered like paper fans in the wind, before Wrex began to finger at the hole, lubing up the finger with his spit and gently pushing in.
Garrus clenched the bed sheets at this new sensation, eyes clenching to comprehend it as a thick krogan finger slowly but surely opened him wider, while his cock oozed the purplish precum that was indigestable to Wrex. "Hope yer cum's easy to clean up." "Ungh...ohhh...I-i-i'll clean it up myself...oh...deeper..." Wrex pushed his finger to the knuckled hilt, fucking the turian ass to wide him up more and more. Wiggling this way and that to push it out a bit more, he pushed in another finger which made Garrus outright yelp, making the krogan chuckle at the lean shaky body. "Hehaha! If you make that noise now, wonder what you'll sound like when I fuck you..." "Y-...you'll find out soon when...OHH...when you're done preparing me..." And so, after a few minutes of more spurting turian precum and widening fingerfucking, Wrex finally deemed his ally to be ready, stroking his oozing thick pointed cocktip up and down the glistening stretched out asshole, He began to grip the turian with one hand and pushed inside him, groaning a deep guttural noise as he pressed against the hole until it gave in to penetrate into the virgin ass. Garrus only made a gasping sound that went almost out of the krogan's hearing range, but delighted him nonetheless as he huffed at the tightness around his cock. He watched the ass swallow his cock, pushing as slowly as he could. "AGH...UNGH...Wr-wr-wrex...stop!" To some disdain, the krogan did so in a rare act of friendship, watching Garrus silently and waited as patiently as he could before he heard: "Okay...do it." Wrex smiled and gripped the turian once more, penetrating deeper, allowing the body time to adjust to such a thick cock, wanting to be all the way inside him, needing to fill someone with his seed. Halfway inside, Garrus was making strange shuddering gulps from the feel of the bulbous ridges of krogan genitalia, the turian's precum spurting more underneath him. "You feelin' good?" asked Wrex in a lustful tone. "Ohh...y-y-yes...ohhh Wrex...please fill me..." Submitting to the sexually superior will of the krogan, Garrus grabbed at his sheets harder in bestial desire as Wrex finally hilted inside him a few minutes later, though it seemed to them like hours the way the experience was going. Leaning on top of the smaller alien, Wrex bent down to lick at Garrus' cheeks in a desirable mood, the two exchanging an almost primal sense of noises. Chittering moans from the turian with monstrous growls from the krogan, before Wrex began to slide out a little in order to thrust a little harder back in. Garrus was sure his ass must have been bleeding at some point, but he didn't care. His lust drove him on, the alcohol wasn't even affecting either of them that much anymore and they were going with it as long as it felt good, which it did very much so. They could question their sexuality later, but right now they were forging an intimate alliance of two rival races. Wrex began to speed up his fucking, slapping thick krogan hide against supple turian flesh, as Garrus' balls swung back and forth from the more stronger thrusts of his beastly ally. Squeals came now from Garrus as the penetration turned smoother, his ass managing at last to take in a 2-inch thick penis at the level of being able to take in a human penis with moderate ease. Wrex felt his orgasm nearing as he soon wrapped his arms around Garrus, and slammed harder into doggy style, claws pressing into the hot flesh, tingling sensations rushing through Garrus. Finally the turian came first in an orgasmic blast onto his bed, a loud chittering moan emanating from him before Wrex followed suit with a bestial roar. The vice-like grip of Garrus' ass in climax sent him over, his amount of cum being tremendous in comparison as it seemed to fill up all of the turian's bowels with hot sterile krogan seed, milked to the last drop by tender anal muscles. It took quite a while as all four testicles of the krogan were emptied, to soon be oozing out of Garrus' loosened ass onto the bed. Wrex soon laid onto his side, clasping Garrus tightly to him in reflex as they laid on the bed together, soaking in their cum, heavy pants from the two of them as they slowly began to wind down. Their lust took a while to shake off and allow any other emotions, regrets and questions from either of them to be made, before unconditionally sleeping in each other's company, the exhaustion and the inebriation helping them do so.
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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.*
Darrin and Josh watched as the multicolored goats streamed from the stock trailer and into the small enclosure. Josh was excited, and worried, as he watched the alert animals move past them. His pestering about getting the goats had finally paid off. Mitch had actually been impressed with Josh's written proposal and he and Darrin had agreed to loan Josh the capital to get started. Once all the details had been worked out, Josh had put many miles on his pickup searching for the perfect animals to build his herd from. In addition, his hours of researching the breeds had made him choose to use Spanish Goats instead of the popular Boer breed. The Spanish goats had evolved in the region and Josh thought they would be more adapted to the environment of the ranch.
Darrin glanced at Josh and saw the look of concern on his face, but did nothing to lessen it. This was Josh's first business arrangement, and he should be a little concerned. But as Darrin watched the goats flow past them, he couldn't help but chuckle, at least to himself. These goats were exactly what Mitch didn't like. They were all colors, sizes and horn types. The horns alone made Darrin shake his head in disbelief. Who would have thought so many variations would exist for one breed of animals. As the last of the females streamed into the pen, Darrin heard the scuff of boots. Max turned and yapped softly as Mitch walked up behind them.
Mitch looked over the animals and let out a low sigh. But Darrin was glad that he at least didn't voice his opinion. Josh had presented his plan, Mitch had agreed to it, and, for now, Mitch had to live with the agreement they had. As Mitch and Darrin watched, Josh closed the first pen and then opened the second smaller enclosure for the males. When the shaggy bucks ran into the enclosure, Mitch covered his nose and moaned.
"God! Those smell terrible! Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with them," said Mitch as he waved his arm at the four animals.
"It's breeding season, they pee on their beards to make them more attractive to the females," explained Josh.
Darrin looked over the animals and started chuckling, which soon became rich laughter. Josh and Mitch both gave him with a questioning look. Eventually Darrin was able to speak, weakly waved his arm at Mitch and finally managed to gasp out.
"I think that's the same method some of the guys at the bars in Dallas were using to attract a mate too!"
Soon all three of them were laughing as the odoriferous bucks moved around their new home.
Darrin tossed his keys onto the table, pried off his boots and then sat down on the couch. He was tired of being a single parent and more than ready for Mitch to be home from his scouting trip. He understood the need to locate more stock, but Mitch had been gone for a week and Darrin was missing him quite a bit.
As he looked around the room, Mitch's stuff was everywhere and just brought up fond memories for Darrin. From his work boots left by the door, with spurs still on them, to the hats carefully displayed on handmade hooks around the room. It definitely looked like a man's room. Darrin had to laugh a little, because neither of them was given to frills and lace. You could almost sense the masculinity that was ground into their house.
As Darrin thought about Mitch and their lives together, he opened his shirt and let his hand roam over his chest. Darrin sighed as his fingers slipped through the hairs, sending shocks of pleasure through his system. He missed Mitch, and his nightly jackoff sessions hadn't been more than temporary relief. His body was again primed for release and in no time Darrin's nipples were hard and aching as he scraped over them with his fingernails. After a few passes over them, his cock was hard and making an obscene bulge in his pants.
Reaching one hand lower, Darrin grabbed his crotch and squeezed it hard while he ran his hand over his furry chest. Several long minutes slipped by as Darrin enjoyed the pleasurable feelings coursing through his body. Looking down, he saw a growing wet spot as the precum soaked through his pants. With a smile, Darrin opened his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Stroking its length slowly, Darrin twisted his nipple, causing a cascade of precum over his hand. After another slow stroke, Darrin released his steel hard cock and lifted his hand to his mouth and spit into it. Dropping his hand back down, he again stroked it slowly as his spit and precum melded.
Soon the build up of pleasure drove Darrin's hand faster, his hand a blur on his aching cock. He let his free hand slide lower, grabbing his balls and pulling them taut. Soon the rhythm of his pleasuring reached a crescendo and white cum shot from his slit. Darrin moaned, his muscles tensed as stream after stream of hot sperm splattered across his chest. As he striped the last drops from his softening cock, he slumped back against the couch.
After his breathing had returned to normal, Darrin grabbed his pants and carefully walked into the bedroom. Reaching under the bed he grabbed the small towel he'd been using all week and wiped the cum off his torso. As he finished he had to chuckle to himself at the cream colored stiffness of the towel, but knowing he could throw it into the pile of clothes Mitch would have, he tossed it back beside the bed. As he buttoned his shirt, he heard a faint yip. Remembering that Max hadn't been out of his kennel all morning, Darrin checked his watch. He realized there was just enough time to get to the airport, he decided to leave Max for Josh to deal with and rushed out of the house. As he pulled down the driveway he smiled in anticipation of seeing Mitch again.
Standing at the airport with the other families, Darrin was excited to see his husband again. He knew they had to keep the public displays to a minimum but it would be good just to give Mitch a hug. He scanned face after face as they came down the hallway, wondering how he could miss the cowboy hat topped stud who he loved.
Suddenly he heard a loud whoop and turned just in time to catch Mitch as he launched himself into Darrin arms. Locking his legs around Darrin, Mitch started covering his face with kisses. Darrin's face reddened as his husband unabashedly showered him with affection. Finally realizing that most of the other passengers were smiling indulgently, he relaxed and returned the kisses. After a few moments of mutual affection, Mitch released Darrin and jumped to the floor.
"I've missed you so much, babe!" said Mitch almost squealing.
"I've missed you too, Mitch. A whole lot!" said Darrin with a grin, "That was an enthusiastic greeting."
Mitch chuckled, "Yeah, I thought you could do with a PDA."
Darrin chuckled again and pulled Mitch by the arm. "Yeah, well let's get home and I'll give you a PDA, but it won't be a public display, it'll be a private display."
Mitch wiggled his eyebrows in anticipation and grinned back at Darrin. They both chuckled and went to get Mitch's bags. On the trip home they fell into an easy rhythm and talked about what had happened at the ranch, as well as what cattle Mitch had seen. The time passed quickly and soon they were pulling to a stop in front of their house. As they opened the door, Max flashed by with Josh running behind. They both chuckled as Josh paused and gasped for breath.
"Sorry! He's been tearing around your bedroom ever since I let him out and then just now he grabbed the towel that was on the floor and has been running like a maniac. I don't know what got into him!" said Josh in exasperation.
Mitch chuckled and then looked over at Darrin, only to see an odd look on his husband's face. As Josh took off after the dog again, Darrin ran to their bedroom. Within seconds Darrin was back and hissed at Mitch.
"Help me catch that damn dog!"
Mitch continued to chuckle. "Why? What up, babe."
Darrin turned bright red and looked to make sure Josh wasn't close. Leaning in he hissed out, "He has my cum towel, with a weeks worth on it!"
With that Mitch collapsed on the floor in laughter as Darrin gave him a look a pure disgust before taking out after Max. Never moving from the wall, Mitch was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as he watched the three make round after round through the house. After several minutes of chasing, which included Max making vaults over Mitch on several occasions, he stopped beside Mitch's face, shook the towel, and dropped it. He looked at Mitch with a look of mirth on his face, cocked his head and then took off racing again as Darrin came barreling around the corner. Mitch waved the towel in the air, feeling the stiff crustiness under his hand and catching a whiff of its pungent aroma.
"I've got it," Mitch said with a smirk.
Darrin grabbed at it, but Mitch yanked it away and chuckled. "Oh no, big boy. I think this is worth something to Max and me, just as soon as I figure out what it is."
Darrin looked at him with a frustrated look and stalked off, with Mitch's laughter ringing in his ears.
Josh had parked his pickup in a remote corner of the ranch, under the shelter of a grove of towering cottonwoods. Looking for some down time, and maybe a little fun, Josh had talked Zach into the little outing. Sitting on the tailgate, they started out just catching up, discussing the various classes each of them were taking this semester. Josh was taking some of the courses Zach had taken the year before, so he was absorbing all the hints that Zach could provide. When the conversation reached a lull, Josh leaned over and kissed Zach on the cheek. Rocking back he smiled at the smaller man. Looking at Zach's pale complexion and spiked blond hair, Josh had to chuckle, if only to himself. If he were to describe how a stereotypical gay boy looked, Zach would not miss the mark by much. Realizing his silence was making Zach uncomfortable, Josh reached over and rubbed his hands over Zach's back.
"You look good today, Zach. Good enough to eat," said Josh and then jokingly snapped his teeth at the blond boy beside him. Zach scooted closer and then leaned against Josh. Josh could tell that Zach was still a little tense, but didn't know what he might be thinking.
"What's up? You seem a little down," said Josh.
"Nah, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my plate, I guess."
Josh curled himself downward, raking his teeth over Zach's tender neck. Zach responded with a soft moan and a shudder that ran through his body. Josh whispered with a slight edge, "I'll get you nice and relaxed. And you will be so full of me that you won't have time to worry about a full plate."
Zach stiffened further and started to sputter. "Here? But we're outside. And we don't have any cond—" Zach stopped, his litany of reasons broken when he realized that they didn't use condoms any more. With an audible gulp, Zach turned his head and looked at Josh.
"Yeah, I think... Yeah that would be fun. I think it would be kickass to do it out in the wild countryside."
Josh chuckled at his partners stammering and then thought about what he wanted. Josh thought the idea of fucking outside was hot, but he wasn't sure how Zach felt about it. Finally his hormones making the decision for him, he leaned over and gave Josh a passionate kiss as his hand caressed the inside of his thigh. Josh's hands drifted over his slender body, tugging Zach's t-shirt out of his pants and then running his hands over his skin. Zach's breathing quickened as his levels of passion shot through the stratosphere from Josh's soft touch.
Soon Josh had his hands inside the open front of Zach's jeans and was groping him hard while he fastened his teeth to Zach's neck. As his teeth sunk into Zach's alabaster skin, he slid his hand lower, piercing Zach's rectum with his finger and then sinking it deep inside his gut. Zach let out a high-pitched squeal of delight and immediately started rocking back and forth over Josh's finger. He grasped Josh's neck with both hands and was soon bouncing up and down on the finger as it explored him.
Josh was moving quickly, instinctually knowing that Zach's comfort with the outdoors was going to plummet once he had shot his load. With that knowledge, Josh slowly let his finger slip out, and grinned at Zach's accompanying moan of disappointment at his sudden emptiness. Josh quickly pulled off his own shirt and then opened his pants. His tight white underwear was stretched to their limit by his massive erection and a large translucent spot marked where the head of Josh's cock was pinned. Josh ran his hand over the length of his trapped cock, while Zach watched enrapt with the tableau before him.
Josh's nipples were rock hard and his cock was leaking like a faucet, much to Zach's delight. Once his ardor had reached a boiling point, Josh shoved down his underwear and released his fat cock, which arched upward and hit Josh's stomach with a resounding slap. With a look of lust on his face, Josh flipped Zach over and shoved his jeans down his thighs. Spreading his ass cheeks, Josh leaned in and rammed his tongue deep into Zach's pulsing hole.
"Ohgod! Fuck! Eat my ass, oh damnit eat my hole good!"
Josh pillaged Zach's ass, licking, sucking and biting him until his butt was swollen with desire. Zach had lost himself in the sex, behaving like a doe in rut. With grunts and sighs, he signaled that he was ready for his needs to be met. With a final swipe of his tongue, Josh lifted his head, planting soft kisses on Zach's ass cheeks.
Josh's breath was coming in gasps as the excitement of the moment washed over him. With his hard cock in his hand, he moved closer to Zach and rubbed his leaking cock over Zach's exposed crack. As the spit and precum mixed, Josh pushed forward, thrilled by the sensation of tight ass around his bare cock. With a steady push, Josh was soon buried deep inside Zach, his body twitching as he tried to not unload immediately in his lovers gut. With a slow pull backwards, he scraped the swollen head of his cock over Zach's prostrate.
"Oh fuck! Yeah! Hit it again! Damn that feels good!" squealed Zach.
With that, Josh released his inner animal and power fucked Zach. Taken to the limit of his youthful endurance, he pounded the smaller boy below him. The increased sensitivity from fucking bareback was not helping Josh's staying power, but he really didn't think Zach cared, since he was a writhing pile of boy sex under him. Suddenly Zach screamed and started shooting cum over the pickup bed. His slender cock erupted with volcanic force and volume. His ass clamped around Josh's dick as his orgasm sent him into delirium.
Driving past the edge of desire, Josh rammed himself in deep and held Zach tight as his body shook. With a final growl of release, Josh's cock started pumping Zach full of man cream. His body spasmed and twitched as the contents of his nuts pumped into Zach's gut. Over and over he shot as Josh experienced the biggest orgasm of his life. But eventually his body exhausted his supply of semen.
Wrapping his arms around Zach, he held the smaller man for a few moments, until Zach wiggled out of his arms and turned to look at him. Instead of the look of contentment he expected, Josh saw a mix of discomfort and disgust on Zach's pale face. Finally he took a deep breath and asked.
"What's wrong, Zach?"
"I gotta... oh god I'm so full and its leaking. Oh god Josh what do I do?"
Josh could tell the panic was setting in while he tried to decode Zach's cryptic explanation. Finally he realized that his semen was having the effect of an enema on Zach.
"I can take you back to the house. Come on!" said Josh as he started to get out of the pickup.
"No! I can't make it! Oh god Josh, whatda I do?" said Zach almost in tears.
Josh scanned around them, trying to find a spot where Zach would eliminate his problem. He motioned to a cluster of cedars. "There, go in the cedar trees. No one can see you in there."
Zach grabbed his pants and waddled to the trees. Soon sounds that could only be described as 'wet' were erupting from the trees, while Josh tried not to laugh out loud. He did shake his head in disbelief as he fished the roll of toilet paper from behind the pickup seat, knowing it was going to be requested soon. Josh had to wonder what other quirks Zach had in store for him.
Darrin hung up the phone and after a long silence Mitch turned to look at him. "What's wrong, babe? You don't look good."
Darrin paused for a few minutes, obviously trying to bring his thoughts together. Mitch waited, allowing Darrin the time he sometimes needed. After several minutes, Darrin started. "It was my sister, she and Mom want to come visit and see the ranch." He paused for a minute, obviously in shock, and then continued, "They said they wanted to come, get to spend more time with you... and meet Josh. I'm not sure about this, babe. You know how they are. Do you think Josh can deal with them?"
Mitch chuckled slightly. "I think Josh can deal with them better than you can. He's told off his dad, most of the town and talked us into letting him get goats. I think he'll be fine."
Darrin shook his head, the slightly sad look never leaving it. "I know, I just worry about him. He's had a rough life."
"We've all had rough lives at some point. Josh is almost 20 and he's doing fine. Better than either of us at that age. You decide if you want them to come, don't use Josh as your excuse."
Darrin sat still for several minutes as he considered Mitch's comments. Eventually he sighed, smiled slightly, and nodded his head. "Yeah, I hate to admit it, but you're right. They can come and be nice or I'll let Josh give them one of his speeches!"
Mitch chuckled and motioned Darrin over to sit beside him on the couch. They cuddled against each other in the cool winter evening as they flipped through television channels, with Mitch making cracks about various shows. Darrin laughed at his husband and took away the remote, changing it to one of the cooking shows and then laid on the couch, resting his head in Mitch's lap and pulled a blanket down from the back of the sofa over both of them. Mitch soon reached down and lightly caressed his face and then let his hand rest over his chest. Both men looked very content, and extremely happy in that moment in time.
Darrin was busy scrubbing the counters for the 12th time while Mitch was working at the computer. Mitch had warned Darrin several times that he was going to rub the color off the counters if he didn't quit. But ever since his mother and sister had called to say they were coming, he'd been a maniac about cleaning everything. Josh had even taken to closing his bedroom door so Darrin couldn't see in his room. The obsessive behavior was starting to get to both Josh and Mitch. Everyone would be happier when the two women finally arrived tomorrow.
Suddenly Mitch let out a whoop of delight that made Darrin jump and emit a most unmasculine sound. Josh even opened his bedroom door to see what was going on. Darrin tossed his cloth into the sink and walked over to see what had gotten the huge reaction from Mitch. As he got closer, Mitch looked over at him and grinned,
"Sam and Gordy are coming through and wanted to know if they could stop in and catch up. I told 'em, hell yes!"
An honest, warm smile broke out on Darrin's face for the first time since he'd gotten the news that his family was coming to visit. He missed the time the two couples had with each other and was thrilled they were coming for a visit. As he leaned against Mitch and reminisced, Josh wandered into the room. Glancing over Mitch's shoulder, Josh asked,
"Who's Sam and Gordon?"
"Not Gordon, Gordy" said Darrin. "Although, I guess it could be short for Gordon, I never heard anyone call him anything but Gordy." Darrin sat smiling for a few minutes and then realizing he had not answered Josh's question he continued; "They're good friends from college. Gordy is another ag major and has a job in Colorado. He's basically a genius. Sam is his husband and is a computer jock. A really good one too, he kept our crappy old computers running through grad school. They're the friends who we've met a few times in Wichita Falls. They're a great couple. It'll be nice to see them again."
"They said they had a surprise for us too. But when I asked what it was, Sam said if he told us, then it wasn't a surprise," said Mitch with a laugh.
"Yeah, that sounds like Sam. Gordy wouldn't have been able to keep the secret," said Darrin with a smile. Suddenly a thought came to him and he turned to Mitch. "They aren't coming at the same time as my family are they?"
Mitch waved him down with a smirk on his face. "No, no. Calm yourself down. Your mother and sister will be long gone before they show up. I think they are going to see Sam's family over Christmas break and that's when they are stopping to see us."
Darrin let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I really want to see them. But I don't want to have to deal with more than just my mother and sister when they're here." As Josh turned to go back into his room, Darrin caught sight of the game controller in his hand. "Josh, how are the classes going? You haven't said much about how you're doing."
"It's fine. I'm about to start on the homework. It's pretty simple stuff you know," said Josh. But Darrin was not convinced when he darted immediately back into his room instead of his typical habit of talking things to death. Catching Mitch's eyes, he gave a questioning look. Mitch lifted an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders before going back to working on the computer.
Darrin sat quietly in his chair as a large beige sedan wound its way up their driveway. He knew it had to be his mother, that car was definitely her style. Darrin just couldn't bring himself to push out of the chair to greet his mother. They were staying several days, and they weren't even staying at the ranch since the guesthouse only had the one bed. But Darrin was concerned about what they might do or say in front of Josh. He knew that Mitch thought Josh could deal with her, but Darrin wasn't so sure. As the car slowed in front of the house, he heard a pair of staccato rhythms from cowboy boots as Josh and Mitch came from the bedrooms to greet the visitors. Mitch stopped in the kitchen and motioned to him.
"Come on, babe. They're here," said Mitch.
"I know. I'm coming..." said Darrin with some hesitancy. When he realized that Josh was already outside, he quickly pulled on his boots and trotted toward the door. As he went through the door, he saw Josh opening the car door for his mother. Darrin's jaw dropped open in shock and apprehension as Josh wrapped his arms around Darrin's mother and gave her a warm hug. As his sister walked around the car, Josh repeated his performanc
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